Not to add more shit to the current fire, but I've had a look Backstage, and it's not just the Conductors and the Hecatite indoctrination that are acting like a plague on Questing Country. The Diabolin dreamers, the Starmovers, the Synthetic dreamers - they're all twisting the patterns of this place out of true. There's a pack of unbound Spirit Companions working to quarantine the invasive patterns and bring them into harmony without letting them overwrite everything else, but if the fucking mountain falling in is any indication, it's not going well.

Their method's near enough to Siren Song that I could compose something that would let a chorus help them align the warped lattices, or return them to their original state - which might be our best bet for cleansing any lingering Orthopraxic brain-fucking - but anything that needs to be shut down will have to be shut down on the outside.

...With one possible exception. Deedee, and anyone else who's latched on to a Conductor who actually belongs here, I badly need to speak to the people you're riding.

And on an entirely related note, I'll need a few strong backs willing to work where they're pointed - there's a foothill's worth of rubble I need cleared, and if we're going to put enough of this to rights that Questing Country won't shatter under the weight, I expect we'll need a door other people can use.