"Water, water, right..." says Miles, trying not to be too obvious about leaning away from the - creature's? person's? - starved and bloodshot gaze. "Water comes in pipes - there's pipes around here, plenty of them - let's, um, go look for one, shall we?" He edges away a few steps, reluctant to turn his back on this apparition. "Should be white plastic, with a certain kind of jointing - I'd recognize it if I saw it."
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Date: 2014-08-30 12:29 am (UTC)