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[v_knidh8er]

Just as all roads lead to Rome and all rivers to the sea, all pipes in New Loompaland lead to the Cistern.
The Cistern is the main waste water collection site, a fitting end for what was once the metallic chamber Wonka used to bring them all over from Loompaland in the first place. With every flush of ever toilet and ever empty of ever trash bin the Loompas tell Wonka daily exactly what they think of his protection. In hindsight, they were better off with the Wangdoodles.

The Cistern itself is a long cone shaped structure, which allows for the collection of any and all sediment that should find it's way though the series of filters and screens. For reasons of a sanitary nature, it is also bisected into domestic and industrial waste. The heart and liver of New Loompaland all in one. Two large arms holding baked cotton candy paddles churn each side to keep it circulating.

Water is boiled away and transported back to the underground reservoir. Solid products captured by the lower level filters, broken down to chemical components and then further processed into familiar cleaning solutions. Solutions in high demand as the population of the bustling bar and community grow.

Into the sides of each compartment are foot and hand holds. They have been pressed into the very metal itself.

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Fortunately for the falling adventurer, the waste from the compactor is expelled into the industrial tank from one of the lower level pipes along the facility wall. So the flailing legs, cartwheeling arms and choking cry of "wooah!" lasts a mere fifteen feet before he lands in the contents of the cistern with a less than spectacular splash, thanks to the viscosity of the liquid.

After sinking very little, Indy kicks out and breeches the surface once more, completely unaware that his very perspiration has just become a vital ingredient in the next batch of Soylent Green Plus (used for those stubborn blood stains in the vampire guests' rooms).

Indy's a strong swimmer, but quickly realizes that his physical state is no match for the density of the processing liquid, so he wearily grabs on to the rotating filter arm and lets it drag him round to the handholds he had spotted. He is blithely unaware of anyone on the upper observation decks.

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High on a catwalk overlooking the Cistern a Monitor Loompa gawks at the sight of the descending Indy. He squeaks and quickly grabs his clip board before heading towards the door. The pompoms of his shoes absorb the sound of his footfalls as he flees his post and goes to sound the alarm.

Something has gone horribly wrong.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy hauls himself out of the reservoir and climbs up to the recently vacated platform above the tanks. Though the grating creaks under his weight, it seems sturdy enough.

After inspection, the small hatchway door is sealed tightly and seems to have no visible handle, so he moves to a nearby control panel—the buttons of which bear a striking resemblance to cylindrical liquorice allsorts.

With blatant disregard for all operating protocols outlined on the various labels, Indy punches away at the knobs randomly, eventually discovering the door control. It had a big picture of a door next to it, and the word "Door" emblazoned upon it in big letters.

With a clunk and a stylish whoosh, the door in question slides open. The whoosh is actually a recording, but the Loompas like to give the impression that their technology is a little more advanced than it actually is. With a business-like squint, Indy beats a hasty retreat, not paying any attention to the sound of the massive pumps slowing to a halt, nor the dwindling speed of the filtration rotors.

[v_knidh8er]

The hallway outside the Cistern room is slightly pitched in one direction, pure white and spotless. The monotonous white is broken on one side by a series of small candy colored doors, and by a monorail track on the other. The pitch black raised pipe continues in both directions.

The machines have ceased making noise, leaving the hallways deathly quiet.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Nightmare scenarios inspired by Swift start to play in Indy's head as he ascends the passage, moving towards a more open area ahead. The tunnel eventually widens into a cavernous hall, with many other passages feeding in, each with its own ubiquitous rail link to the main loop around this central chamber.

In the middle of this hub is a statue of a lone Oompa Loompa in a toga, a shackle with a broken chain above his slippered foot and a blazing torch held aloft in one of his chubby hands. The effigy looks suspiciously like sculpted rock candy—not that the red and white stripes give it any less majesty.

Indy looks around nervously.

[v_knidh8er]

Doctor Jones isn't the only one who's nervous. Loompa-monium has broken loose in the square. The locals scream and run in any direction they can that will get them as far away from the human as possible.

In the stampede, a small Loompa child wails having lost its mother in the chaos.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy reacts helplessly, recognizing the orange people and finally getting an inkling to where he might be. He pleads desperately with the fleeing crowds.

"Wait! Noooo... I'm not going to hurt you! I don't know how I got here. I just want to get back to the bar. Oh geez!"

His gruff bellow just causes more widespread terror and an aged veteran from the original group of refugees is trampled in the hysteria, his candy cane lying broken nearby.

[v_knidh8er]

As quickly as the square emptied, it is filled again. Not by Loompas in shotty smocks made of dingy fabric, no these particular Loompas are clad in brightly colored body armor. They surround Indy making sure to remain just out of his extended reach. A whistle sounds, and a path forms in the crowd. The Loompa General steps forward, sizing Indiana up as he goes.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

In the mayhem, Indy misses the chance to react to the encircling maneuver. Goddamn... it's the Hovitos all over again.

With a light groan, he waits for a reincarnated Belloq to show up, and seems a little disappointed when the portly leader approaches instead. All the same, he adopts a watery smile and tries not to make any sudden moves, giving a show of respect to this new culture to the best of his ability.

"Uh... greetings."

[v_knidh8er]

This tallest of the Loompas gives Indy a good stern looking at. The rumors are beginning to spread like molasses on a hot day. In the streets they are saying that Wonka has returned to take them all back to the factory. This tallest of the Loompas is one of the few that remembers Wonka. This man is no Wonka. What this man is, is a mistake that will set their operation back weeks. Someone has made a grave error. The council elders will have to be told.

He turns on the balls of his feet and begins to march away. The pathway closes behind him. When it is completely sealed, the tallest Loompa whistles.

With that, the Taffy Patrol opens fire on Doctor Jones.