You never were the modest type, and its not like there's enough light in this abyss for anyone to get a good look at you anyway, so you quickly undo and strip off your leather breeches and watch the nearest cable as it sputters and crackles with energy. The floating illithid and the drider have both been absent for a while, so now is as good a time as any.
You wait for the cable to go black and, hoping against hope that this little blackout will be one of the longer ones, you toss a pant leg over the cable and drop, sliding down the steeply drooping cable into the darkness while holding onto the cuffs of your leather breeches for dear life...
The first thing that hits you is the cold air rushing past your bare legs.
The next thing that hits you is panic as the cable lights up again after only a couple seconds. A second after that, your breeches catch fire, and a few seconds after that, just as the slope of the cable was starting to shallow and slow your decent, your burning breeches tear and you are plummeting into the darkness...
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