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Lilian Rook     Returning to Caelton after a short hiatus isn't very hard, if still inconvenient for anyone who isn't using Arthur's gates for whatever reason, given that it's the same way as before. Nothing has visibly changed, and that's for the best, given the nature of what'd happened (according to Miss Webb) and why you're here. The less general awareness, the better.

    Agility is one of the advantages of small, mostly autonomous communities like this. There's no red tape to go through, and the personal word and go-aheads of senior community members is enough to get you the only thing you need to investigate the mines without interruption. Literally all you have to do is follow the provided directions after you've been verbally told it's all good. Also, that the requested foreman has been summoned, along with some of the men extracted from the incident.

    The route wouldn't have been hard to find anyways, given that it constitutes almost the only place that significant numbers of people leave the edges of the settled area on a consistent basis. It is definitely the only place where there is anything like a real 'road', though it's mostly a function of so much heavy sand being pressed down to a solid level from the repeated motions of many heavy trucks crossing back and forth across the short few miles involved.

    The area is still lightly wooded, though fairly sparse, being rocky and grey enough for plants to find a hard time settling between sandy dirt and mossy rocks of size. With the sun up, it has a bit of an anti-photogenic glow, and the infrequent shade on the fairly undeveloped pathways and uneven terrain is welcome while it lasts. There's been no effort to reroute the creek that runs annoyingly twice across the road in a wide hairpin, requiring two separate bridges that look like they'd been placed by army engineers. There are also no signs or lanes, though no doubt there'd be no need of them anyways.

    It's definitely nothing like a conventional mine either. Any well-constructed one should have a very large and open entrance into the earth for a variety of historically understood very good reasons, and sufficiently broad and powerful lifting equipment. The stipulations of this agreement no doubt prevented that kind of transformative effect on the landscape though; absolutely no development of the entry area has been permitted, though a few hundred meters away, enough rocks have been pushed from a barren field to make a sort of parking depot for six-wheelers and one-man loaders around. Otherwise, it's little more than a dark, auspicious hole in the surface of a white-grey wall of rock, exposed in the side of a cloven hill. The kind one would roll a big boulder away from and declare it 'probably a historical treasure site'. Too small for a vehicle to actually enter. Large and dark green old growth hangs improbably far and tall over the top of the hill to shade a vast swathe of the outdoors clearing.

    Only a couple of phosphorescent pylon lights have been set up outside to mark the path at night, outside of which hard-hatted crew -- and presumably the foreman -- are currently having coffee, checking papers, and doing nothing. From there, there's just a long and winding spiral tunnel down into an unknown element.
Arthur Lowell >Arthur: Open Gates

    Of course, what reasons are there to abandon Arthur's convenient fast-travel? Maybe Arthur himself, who insists on barraging anyone who passes through them with a coolkid handshake that is terribly incomprehensible, encompassing a complex code-series of daps, pounds, bumps, grips, wiggles, twists, and wavy arm motions.

>Arthur: Go to mine entrance

    And going here isn't tough either -- bureaucratically speaking, anyway. Arthur is going to catch a ride there rather than walk or fly, whether it's from locals or from allies. Arrival leads to him squatting over the hole, slavic-style, and regarding it incredulously like it might be a counterfeit. "Fucked up." Is the only conclusion he can draw about this, but it's not like Arthur Lowell is going to morally and architecturally criticize space-holes. But they're not going to find much to investigate on the outside. Or, at least, Arthur Lowell isn't going to be able to investigate much out here. Better to get a look close up.

>Arthur: Get in mystery hole

    Arthur enters the spiraling path to survey the scene within, doing his best to identify opportunities to investigate failures in the system using his analytical abilities.
Damocles Since the last time the Chaos Sorcerer Damocles was here, he's been doing a good bit of research on subjects he thought would come in handy.  Time dilation, criminal investigation techniques, and a primer on the mining industry.  The latter of which, he currently has a book on, appropriately titled How Mining Works by Scott Dunbar.   He walks through the trail, holding the book open in one hand, his attention fixed on reading the book, though somehow he manages to perfectly navigate the rough road despite appearing to not be paying attention to it.

Earlier, Damocles was also told that he needed to 'fix his face', so today, he also walks with his hood down.  His face is surprisingly normal.  He has pale skin, light blue eyes, and shaggy brown hair.  His features are soft, even a little delicate, and he wears a pair of wireframe glasses. 

When the foreman arrives, Damocles doesn't look up from his book, though he does greet him in a pleasant voice, saying, "Thank you for coming.  I'm sure you're busy with the cleanup and all, so I'll try not to take too much of your time.  Can you tell us what the layout is like inside, and what we can expect to find while we're down there?  Also any information you can give on what we should avoid would be helpful.  I'm sure you'd rather we avoid making more of a mess than you already have on your hands."
Maya Thanks to Arthur's skill with gates makes it a lot easier, she's thankful for it. She's also glad to be working with someone she's known for so long too and rest of the team is good. She heads into the gate and out the other end as much as needed. She'll catch a lift with Arthur in whatever fashion and if it comes down to it she can fly it she needs to. It doesn't take too long all things considered. She would look over the mines and the landscape for a moment getting a feel for it.

"Interesting place..."

She'll start to take a look around and take a look at Damocles for a moment...then nods.

"If you have even a partial map that would be useful."
Gawain Gawain arrives in his formal suit, black with gold tie, gloves on. Why he's wearing it in a mine is difficult to guess, but may have something to do with who lives in that mine.

As the miners are gathered, Gawain gives them a wave and a smile, and is considering talking to them when Arthur heads inwards and Damocles handles it anyways. As the space wizard enters the hole, Gawain sidles up behind him, entering as well.

"So! How much experience do you have with the folk who they say this leads to?" He's avoiding naming them specifically.
Arthur Lowell >Arthur: Elaborate on experience

    "One time I did a whole..." Arthur gestures in a weird, circular way with one hand. "A whole THING. Like, you know the WINTER COURT SUMMER COURT shit? I had to get all up in a whole DISPUTE." Then he shoves his finger towards Gawain's face. "BUT!" He draws it back. "It turned out IT WAS ALL A SIMULATION. So I guess I got hella VIRTUAL REALITY TRAINING." This... might seem illegitimate in some way. And not terribly applicable here, if we're being honest.
Lilian Rook     "Absolutely none." says the foreman, half-jaded and half-proud of it, to Gawain. A tall, bearded gentleman wearing thick work overalls sheerly out of habit holds a hand, proclaiming himself to be 'Stewart' and shaking his hand through insulated gloves. "Didn't have any back then, don't have any now, and best it stays that way. Not even my old Irish grandmother would bother telling me about old barrow mounds like this. All I can tell you is that the little bastards that like playing tricks are not much of a problem, but they're your problem, if you run into them. The only other kind means you've gone too far. Don't go off the lighted paths is all."

    "Oh. And pleased to have you. This means a lot." He remembers to add that after a moment." Upon Maya's request for a map, he dredges up a laminated paper article, which is halfway a diagram like one would find with proper blueprints, but all of its drawn areas are connected by windy squiggles with step by step directions instead of to-scale tunnels. 'Left at the green patch on the wall' 'Fifty steps after you stop hearing water' and that kind of thing.

    Pointing to it while talking to Aggressively Normal Damocles, he says "Don't bother trying to get around like it makes all that much sense. Follow the directions and you'll be fine. As a rule, the chambers where all the equipment in are your safe zones. Things stay like they were when you stopped looking at them there. Don't run any of the heavy equipment, but that should go without saying; you aren't qualified, and I don't care how tough you are, you don't stand in a baler or put your arm in a grinder."

    "Find? Ideally, nothing. You won't see anything spooky happen anywhere that's well-lit. I figure you're smart enough not to go sticking your arms in any mercury you find down there. Elements 49B, 49B1, and 50C are non-reactive, and 50-2 is in tiny quantities anyways. Nobody's at work on account of not wanting to walk back out an old man, so you're on your own."
Lilian Rook     If Arthur can adjust for that, it's very simple to enter. If he can't, it's still not very hard, so long as one doesn't mind mystery echoes, weird trickling sounds, samey tunnels, inexplicable underground plant growth, and the occasional voice whispering a belligerent nothing.

    The way leads to a central shaft, like a mine should have, save that it's likely300 meters or so underground instead of exposed safely to the air. The indoor chasm is dug in the shape of an inverted drill, allowing spiral ramps to exist all along the walls that slope downward and inward, connected with pulley lifts running on electric turbines, and bridged across with lightweight plastic and ceramic prefab segments, looking like army surplus meant for stacking together for troops and vehicles to cross over rivers and trenches. Though it's fairly deep underground, the central shaft is host to light pylons every ten feet around all the walkable pathways, LEDs built into the bridges and machinery, and heavy solar lamps elaborately suspended from the cave ceiling, giving it the general quality of a warehouse, aided by the fact that the natural stone has a similar colour to concrete, if instead a slick and blueish texture.

    Though the main shaft is used the means of scouting further depth while branching out into any exposed veins from a central location, if just cutting straight to the primary matter, there's basically nothing to explore; the site of the disaster is visible straight from entering the cavern. The bottom of the shaft has been filled in completely with rubble, having slid from the edge of one of the lower levels where immense amounts of rock have piled down one side and formed an almost solid ramp to the bottom.

    The pieces of a bridge still lie strewn, not hard to find for the diagonal struts sticking out of the cave walls into empty space on a level far above, sharing space with dangling chains connected to nothing. Some bright yellow digging equipment has slid into the pit as well, not yet retrieved by the remainder, which are arranged around where the cave-in has buried the entrance to one of the side tunnels, packed into as many moved bridges and suspended scaffolds as could be arranged. There's a hole in the top where an inactive air pump is still connected, going directly, vertically down, and one large enough to crawl out of in one side, where the bulk of the machinery is; likely the place they finally extracted the miners. A portable generator has been moved out to the site, looking to be a heavy duty power box at the center of a jungle of thick black wires, speaking to the permanent one being somewhere under the mess.
Damocles Damocles thanks the foreman for his information before he, too, moves to the mine's entrance.  Damocles is a pretty big guy, and getting inside is a pretty crowded affair for him.  He also pulls his hood up again after he's done talking with the locals. 

He looks at the entrance to the mine as he enters, his expression hidden in the darkness of his hood, but his voice shows a clear displeasure as he says, "I've done a bit of research on the mining industry in the last few days, and I've learned something.  You have to be -fucking crazy- to work in one of these things."  

When they finally stop in front of the actual 'scene of the crime', Damocles focuses in on what's in front of him.  He's never done any 'criminal investigation' for lack of a better term, but he's studied things a lot, and he's read up on the subject a bit recently.  They need to figure out what actually caused the accident, so the goal is to look at the aftermath, and piece together what could have caused it.

Damocles's first task is to carefully study the area.  The first thing he looks for are traces of magic.  Any lingering magical energy on things could be important, and something not a lot of other people could sense. He does a general look of the area, doing a careful search before anything else to try and find anything that might stand out on the arcane spectrum.
Tamamo     Tamamo no Mae chooses the easy way in, even if this involves daps. She attempts to return Arthur's code-series, which is easier yet comparable to repeating back an unknown language. Wiggling and wavy motions seem either beyond her or culturally impermissible, but bumps and twists are no issue.

    Though still curious what exactly the safety measures were that failed, asking previously hadn't been too much help, and so, Tamamo elects for simply going and seeing the actual thing itself. The foreman and workers receive only a nod and smile at 'pleased to have you.'

    It's not too hard to spot the absence of a bridge, conspicuous for its now-pointless support, yet inconvenient in being a place without standing room. "Hmm..."

    Finally, she decides to simply jump for it. Angling her approach to avoid having a full Monroe moment in her sundress, Tamamo leaps off the spiraling downward path, plants her sandal against the back of her floating mirror, jumps again, aiming to reach both a dangling chain with her hand, and the farthest edge of one of the diagonal supports with her other foot.

    She only really needs a moment to get a reading on both. 'Psychometry' is one way to put it. Something happened here, and merely wiping away the prints and cleaning up after the fact won't clean the history of the threads.
Maya Maya seems to be paying attention to what the foreman has to say as it could be very important to the mission. She'll accept the map and say

"Thank you this should be useful."

Maya will spend some time looking over the map and listening to what other notes the foreman had to say. She makes note of them, then comes the warning about the elements. Maya will check her gear for a moment make sure the map is kept on hand for easy access. She'll also give one last check to her fear before she goes in, the good news is she does seem to have a flashlight installed on her rifle for when it's needed.

Once inside she'll take a moment to make note of the gear that's been left behind. Maya with her technical background as a salvager will try to figure out what might be under all of that mess that could be of importance.

While both Damoclese and Tamamo at work as well, Maya does her thing.

"I wonder..."

SHe'll check the map to see if there any hints on what might be under the mess as well.
Gawain As Arthur responds, Gawain nods withs an 'ah, I see'. He doesn't get that this might be useless! The miners give good information, but Gawain doesn't want to linger here to talk to them.

So, instead, once they enter the cave and see the shattered bridge, the collapsed struts and chains and messed up wires, Gawain approaches the power box. His first thing he checks if it's still running - if he's going to touch those wires, he doesn't want to get electrocuted, even if he can withstand it.

If it's safe to touch, he proceeds to start trying to pull wires aside and get a look at the permanent box underneath, to see if anyone's touched it, sabotaged it, or done anything finnicky with it at all, as well sa to ensure integrity.
Arthur Lowell >Arthur: Do you mind mystery echoes, weird trickling sounds, samey tunnels, inexplicable underground plant growth, and the occasional voice whispering a belligerent nothing?

    "Reminds me of the old DUNGEON-DIVING shit." Arthur mutters to nobody in particular. "Uh, except probably a bunch of WEIRD RISK about violating ANCIENT-ASS HILLS LAW." He pushes forward, though thankfully there's not too much farther forward to push in the first place. Rubble, rubble... maybe Arthur can get a better look at this. With everything completely annihilated and fallen down, though, it's hard to.

>Arthur: Get stuff not so fallen down

    We don't need to go exploring that far, right? No, we mostly need to focus on the pieces of bridge and the rubble. Arthur casts a wide-area antigravity effect, nullifying the forces of gravity here. With Tamamo lacking a standing position and others looking to examine the area in fine detail, this should improve everyone's access to what they need -- and give Arthur the chance to look over things with his normal eyes first, because he needs specific targets for his analytical efforts.
Lilian Rook     Arthur accomplishes a far more vast and punchy form of 'excavation' in the space of a minute than the whole mining team could inside of a month. Flipping the reverse switch on gravity is very much binary when it comes to rocks, regardless of their sheer aggregate mass. What must be thousands of tons of stone shifts and crackles and groans, then floats up a layer at a time into the empty space of the shaft, not exactly at a premium. It exposes where a portion of spiral path has been completely crushed, shorn off the wall, and left the entrance into the side passage without a walkable way to reach. There's nothing overtly suspicious about the chunks of bridge and broken support he lifts out with them. It looks as if they'd fallen from pretty high up, smashed a bunch of cave on the way down, and hit the wall down here so hard that it'd collapsed the tunnel inside from the seismic shock.

    The tunnel itself was previously somewhat small, having been a relatively newly discovered vein, but is now essentially impossible to navigate without squeezing and belly crawling in places for all the rock packed into it. Traditional support struts lie bent inwards and crooked, sagging under the fallen ceiling. Horizontal bars have buckled down the middle and vertical columns have broken near the base from the pressure.

    Scanning past it (or squeezing, if one feels very adventurous), along with some consultation of the map, discovers a passage that winds around for a few dozen meters before opening into a blobbily-shaped natural cave, ostensibly formed by erosion, but now only host to a tiny underground creek flowing with it, which even *smells* extraordinarily contaminated by heavy metals that probably shouldn't be here.

    The generator on this level had run wires from across the level into that cave, as well as several others, formerly connected by its wires to the charging docks for many power tools and a radio set, the capacitor for the lights, an automated rock grinder and sifter, and the battery for an enormous drivable drill, as well as some smaller, robotic cart rovers.

    The wires have been unplugged for safety reasons during the excavation, but the inside of the generator itself has been badly burnt. It's melted and fused in places, including the main flywheel, which is a sturdy, solid metal affair, not something easily fried by an electrical short. It'd take an extreme amount of heat to accomplish it. Supposedly there is a backup generator in there too. Gawain would have to check that to be sure, but two of these suffering the same kind of damage at once seems astronomically improbable; he isn't an engineer, but it seems doubtful the wires between them could even fire that much voltage as part of a chain reaction.
Lilian Rook     To Damocles' examination, it seems nobody was so flagrant as to come in here slinging around magic that'd leave impressions for weeks, even if they were hypothetically here to sabotage a bunch of 'non-magic normie bumpkins'. However, the whole place is quite ambiently magical in of itself, especially where the running water in the near-sealed cavern is concerned. There are slivers of it in the walls as well, like picking up the radioactivity of uranium fissures. If he cared to be a prospector, it'd be a very easy job.

    What stands out to him instead is where bits and pieces of that natural magic reaction -- water and its contaminants -- form a faint trail from where they'd been tracked in and out of the cavern, along routes that are now buried completely, meaning before the accident. They go up many levels, essentially invisible to anyone now, but there are 'soggy prints' of a nature on the lifts and ramps all the way up to the broken bridge's level.

    Tamamo applying timespace-natured psychometry to the wreckage pretty quickly sidesteps a very large amount of conventional investigations. It leaves few questions about the basic nature of what'd happened here, as the rocks and plastics, so recently touched by human hands and warded by no form of magic, have no ability to resist her inquiry. If anything, they feel almost eager to surrender their secrets, like the feeble efforts of a ghost trying to encourage an investigator to solve its murder.

    The time they were handled is very brief. Long weeks and months of dutifully supporting their weight, experiencing only the many fine variations in stresses and loads, only to suddenly disappear in a moment. There's no killer frame of someone sawing or torching through them. She has a bare glimpse of 'someone', vague and anonymous, in the dark after the lights had blown, severing each of the four main supports and primary chains in an extremely quick period of time. The same person, by their 'feel'. Not an internal job by some paid miner, for sure.
Damocles Damocles is disappointed, but not surprised, by his inability to find much.  "Too much ambient magic here to sense any traces of whatever did this."  He looks at the magic in the water for a moment instead, trying to put that into the context of what he knows about the way magic works here.  The stream probably is flowing from the 'other side'.  He wonders how many places like this draw energy out of there and into the human side.

That's when he notices the footprints. Lingering magical energy from them is interesting.  It means that the magic isn't in the water itself, but is carried in the water like sediment, and then left behind when the water evaporates.

For a moment, he forgets what he's actually here to study, and looks at the footprints for a moment, trying to decide if the 'magical residue' is pure magic, or something that was dissolved by the water, like magical limestone.  However, his study is blocked when rocks are in the way of what he wants to look at.  Well, that makes sense.  It was left before the collapse, by miners who...

Wait, the miners don't go into the unlit part of the mines. It must have been left by the fairy?  No, they don't come into these parts.  So who left them?  And when?

Time for detective work!  Let's retrace these steps. Damocles has a feeling, just a suspicion, that they will line up with the support beams that were destroyed. 
Tamamo     Now buoyed weightlessly, a surprised Tamamo thinks swiftly to avoid the terrible problem of ratings and sensibility. With a flash, the invaluable transformative ability of a fox spirit replaces her sundress with the first valid solution that comes to mind--gym clothes. She propels herself back to the intact ramps downward, feeling the cushioned support of her sneakers. Phew.

    Tamamo makes her way back, trying to trace the mentioned connection to the destruction of the lights. Not quite 'destroyed,' then, as she'd first thought, but a problem of the power that fed into them. Maybe she'll get a better glimpse of what did this by acquiring a reading off the generator Gawain is investigating, especially now that she has slightly more of an idea as to what they're looking for.
Gawain After finding the damage done to that main generator, Gawain isn't sure he /needs/ to find the backup generator after Tamamo confirms sabotage, but he heads in its known direction anyways, looking to inspect if it has similar damage. As he does so, he talks to the others.

"If we determine they're using magic, that is likely to rule out an inside job. Which means, those at L&H are the ones to investigate, what with their more mystical connections."
Maya So the Generator seems to be shot and it's likely the other ones are as well, Maya gets some idea with the generators and she'll look to Damocles for a moment.

"It is a fairly high level of magic, as Tamano confirms the sabotage she'll nod.

"Right, so far as I'm aware none of the colonists have much if any magical power? Sounds like we're on to something."

Maya will strart trying to search the room for any more clues that might help, maybe tools out of place, something left behind by the ones who did it, perhaps.
Arthur Lowell >Arthur: That nerd guy is dealing with the trails, right? Can you deal with the generator thing?

    That's Damocles, not "nerd guy". Also, yes. Arthur weightlessly drifts over towards what Gawain is searching, trying to track things in his head. "Wait, if it's magic, that'd kinda push L&H back on the suspect list, right?" He rambles as he approaches. "Because L&H are, uhhh, they said 'aren't anything special as far as magic goes'. So... Ugh, why do I feel like the *wrong Arthur* for this? You're gonna get a reading, and..."

    Arthur runs an analysis on the generator. Are there magical or energy residues that he can get a "fingerprint" of sorts off of, to understand the process that caused them, and match it with something? Whether that be here or later, information like that could be quite useful.
Tamamo <J-IC-Scene> Tamamo says, "What sort magic is it that you smell?"
<J-IC-Scene> Damocles says, "Well, I don't know if this helps, but I found footprints.  The stream here is carrying magic.  The water leaves an aethetic residue even after it's dried up. And I'm looking at footprints that go into the collapsed part of the mine."
<J-IC-Scene> Tamamo says, "Do they not belong to one of the since-freed miners, if they go into the place they were trapped?"
<J-IC-Scene> Damocles says, "The magic in here is stable. Natrual. It's in the water and the walls. Trace elements that give of energy. The place is humming with it."
<J-IC-Scene> Damocles says, "Yeah, the footprints go into places that are buried now."
<J-IC-Scene> Tamamo says, "Ah, but where they came *from*, now..."
<J-IC-Scene> Tamamo says, "If we are to walk backward upon the same path, then we must go forward, after all."

    Though it's not yet clear, from that, whether these are the footprints of one related to the sabotage, a painstaking determination of such from the records of those who had legitimate reason to be walking out of the mineshaft at a particular time is not truly necessary, and will be omitted in favor of searching for a connection between that which left the footprint and the generator's moment of sabotage, as Tamamo immediately shifts her focus to find.
Lilian Rook     The continued avenues of investigation, chosen after a strong start, are where things become slightly more complicated.

    The generators, when examined in a more expert sense, look to have been completely screwed without the use of magic at all. The 'footprints' Damocles is following don't lead near either of them either. Tamamo, of course, obtains the most clear, visual information; that of a pair of miners lingering around the humming monster of a safety yellow cube, using the top as a cupholder as only people excessively used to heavy equipment can.

    When one of them waves the other off, he drains the rest of his coffee, tosses it into a nearby plastic recycling tub, and slips something like a pen out of his pocket, pressing the end with his thumb and tapping the tip against the side of the generator casing. Ten seconds later, trickles of smoke begin to his from the thin gaps in its chassis, and then after another ten, it groans and buckles under the distortion of heat. An awful noise comes from it after a few more seconds, loud and screeching, and then the currently missing panel on its back side comes flying loose with a belch of fire. The last miner to be within range of the vision is long out of its vicinity by then, but that's very likely when the lights went out. It isn't clear whether it's a magical or somehow technological device, but Arthur can feel a little prickle of ionizing radiation cooked into the metal -- specifically graphite pieces inside. A fast-cooking nuclear reaction? Definitely a one-use device, and probably not hard to find after the fact.

    Given her 'three-dimensional view' of the affair, she does get a face, and an unhelpful look at the small, cylindrical, perfectly featureless black object, likely to be completely ignored if discovered in someone's bag, like something developed by Welwyn Garden during the second World War. There's absolutely no way he obtained it on his own here, or somehow built it.

    The magic residue, Damocles finds out, is another form of passive radiation, as from the ore in the walls. Scraping up fine traces, it resembles some form of alchemical reagent or another, though it doesn't take a genius to match the physical quantities to being 'there's an incredible improbable amount of liquid mercury going through this underground river'. By his best theory, it's probably a naturally receptive compound picking up magical energy from its travels. More importantly though, the only conclusion here is that someone would have had to maneuver into the cavern through an incredibly toxic underground river, before emerging unseen and scaling to the sabotage. Predictably, the traces he can sense *do* lead up to where the bridge's supports had been cleaned out. This individual is almost definitely not a miner.

    Scouring the side shaft itself does corroborate this idea; even Maya can see there's something wrong with the narrow, fast-flowing trench of oily-looking silvery water, which has received a great deal of attention in covering it up with thick plates of clear plastic. Most of the room's accoutrements have been left in their initially dropped positions to gather dust for a while, and there's a modest heap of trash from discarded packaged meals and water bottles lowered down here over a couple of weeks, as well as an entirely separate pile of padded silver cases filled with empty autoinjectors, a very obvious L&H stamp on each of them. The generator in here has been similarly melted inside, probably by a co-conspirator, though this one would have been trapped in with the rest, looking at the layout.

    Tamamo providing a double check to Damocles' suggestion confirms that the two don't seem to be related; no unnatural presence went with the backup generator inside the chamber itself. Rather, the anomalous shadow that eludes the true extent of her vision almost seems to materialize out of the center of the area, in the chaos and dark left by the exploding electronics. Once again, he barely seems to exist even to her powers of prophecy; the figure is gone out of the chamber in moments, while the confusion and still at its initial highest, and no doubt very, very shortly before the collapse of the bridge, indicating extremely tight timing and coordination, and thus some manner of communication.
Damocles Damocles takes a moment from his investigation to lean down, pick up a bit of the dirt tinted with the magical residue, and bring it up to his face for closer inspection.  He's not particularly worried about the toxic aspect of it at this level.  However...

Well, time to share his findings.  "It looks like our footprints do go past all the supports.  Good chance whoever left them is the one who destroyed the beams.  It's just..."  He hesitates a moment before he explains, "The trail itself isn't right.  The amount of energy I can sense in these traces is definitely not normal.  This stuff would be toxic.  Massively so.  Even I would want to have some very serious protections in place before I'd be willing to walk in this river. but whoever did this must have come right through it.  Probably left that way, too."

"My guess?  We're not dealing with a normal person here.  Whoever did this either had some powerful protection, or didn't care about something that would have melted a normal human to a glowing skeleton."
Maya Maya goes seeking thing sin the side shaft does find some useful information she will report back what she's found to the rest of the group as she keeps going. She will check the room in more detail. Packaging, water bottles, empty auto-injectors that have the L&H stamp on them. She'll move to try and bag one of them it may be useful later.

She finds the generator has been wrecked well. She checks the layout and the map and she makes note of something even more interesting as she calls back in.

"So not only did I find some more of the water out here? From the looks of the layout here whoever wrecked this generator was trapped down here with the rest of the miners."
Gawain As Maya starts to return and reports she found auto-injectors, Gawain approaches her. "May I see that bag?"

If Maya hands it to him, he checks it, trying to determine visibly, besides the logo, if it appears to be the anti-aging serum and have any labels on it, or if it's something else, extending magical senses on it as well. Not the most useful, but Gawain's not much of a super investigator. He's mostly here for diplomacy and security.
Arthur Lowell >Arthur: Scour for the thing

    Arthur knows a particular specific thing very, very well: Nuclear reactions! So when he IDs the ionic radiation, he immediately searches around. Are there any traces of, *specifically*, an isotope called Technetium-99? The most common isotope in nuclear medicine would have been in plentiful supply for any biomedical company that deals often with anti-aging technologies, and that means Arthur can expect anything they made to contain it.

    If he can find the device here, he should bring that one in for analysis. If he *can't*, he should be able to find a trace or something like that -- and he might be able to find more later, back on the surface! So he starts scanning around urgently, analyzing parts of the environment and lifting whatever chunks of rubble may be here to search. "Think I got one lead I can focus on, you guys do you." He half-explains, succinctly.
Lilian Rook     The injectors, with even the most cursory examination, cannot possibly be anything but the aforementioned hoard of anagathics that Caelton had spent on the men trapped down here. Furthermore, despite having the metalcasting company's stamp on them, they very clearly aren't the kind of thing that they could have been making themseves; the vials are generic, there's an older company serial on the back, and the logo is pretty much just stickered on afterwards, probably a form of infringement if they were sold on the market somewhere.

    They're also surprisingly cheap-looking. Of course, it's mostly the payload that counts, but it'd been easy to think of a rare and exotic drug coming in some kind of fancy stealed storage. They pretty much look like insulin vials. There's even a number to contact the manufacturer, which would be nice if anyone in Caelton had a phone. Or if those were still really much of a thing. The packaging probably predates the Onslaught by a lot.

    Arthur's searching finds what he's looking for, but at the same time, not. Trying to trace radiation, now that he has a specific reason to, leads him to the very bottom of the shaft, where he can use his anti-gravity powers to dig out the same device Tamamo had seen, now several weeks old, from under piles of rocks and dirt that the small and unassuming thing would otherwise never be recovered from.

    The alarming part is that there are no such common and harmless isotopes involved. The thing is *hot*. Outright spicy. There's no way it was remotely healthy for the guy holding it to have used it, to the point it's a question as to whether he even knew what it'd do. The traces he detects on it are high energy and long half-life. Enriched isotopes. Usually restricted. Absolutely not something any company should have a good reason to have on hand. Actually, not something that should have been mined anywhere in the UK if its energy production was anything like his own Earth's around the same time. Whatever it is, it was absolutely distributed to a pair of accomplices by the third party involved, and they're probably still glowing and probably about to have cancer in a few years.