The new fountain wall had been painted a cheerful cream color before anyone had checked whether the pipe behind it would hold water. The paint was still tacky enough to mark Frank's finger when he touched the edge of the service hatch.
Above the doorway hung a fresh sign: BANQUET EXPERIENCE RESTORED.
Frank read the sign again, then nodded toward the open trench where Ketha was working. "When did they decide that?"
"After I went to breakfast," she said. "Somebody from Scheduling came through with a clipboard and declared the masonry complete. Apparently that's the same as declaring the plumbing complete."
The banquet room had changed since the wall burst. Construction had taken away the broken tiles, laid a new section of floor, and fitted temporary braces while the mortar cured. A separate crew had cleaned the fountain basin and replaced the stained grout. Much of it looked ready for visitors, but a narrow stripe of bare stone beside the fountain marked the position of a pressure-test access that nobody had yet covered.
The paint made it easy to forget the torn masonry they'd carted out of this room two shifts earlier. Ketha had not forgotten. She kept glancing at the open pressure hatch, worried someone would decide that an unfinished-looking inspection point was more dangerous to sales than an untested pipe was to the people standing nearby.
Ketha held up a strip of copper packing. "We haven't tightened the second joint. The bracket's still supported by a temporary wedge, and the test feed hasn't even been hooked up. I told them all of that."
"Did they sign it?"
"Somebody signed the completion sheet. Didn't say what they'd completed."
Frank took the paper from her. The signature belonged to a supervisor from Construction whose work he knew, but the line for pressure testing was blank. There was a tick beside VISUAL FINISH ACCEPTED and another beside READY FOR PUBLIC REOPENING. Between them a clerk had drawn a neat arrow, apparently assuming one naturally followed the other.
Moss arrived with the morning crew and stopped under the new sign. "I thought you said the line needed a full test."
"It does."
"Then why did they send me a cleaning order for the opening?"
"They like the paint."
Moss took the completion sheet. "They've put the reopening on the guest itinerary for this afternoon."
"Could take the sign down," Ketha suggested.
"They'd put another one up," Frank replied. "Better find Tev."
Tev's workbench was in the trap-control room on the north side. He was halfway through checking the reset timings on a spring gate when Frank arrived. The technician had a habit of lining up his tools before starting a job, not out of neatness for its own sake but because he wanted to know exactly which wrench was missing if a mechanism closed unexpectedly.
"Need a test feed," Frank said.
"For the fountain?"
"New joint and support. The completion sheet's already signed, and nobody's run pressure through it."
Tev put down the timing pin. "Of course they have. Which feed were they planning to use?"
"That's the problem. They weren't."
He explained the replacement section and the capped return junction beneath the laundry. The contaminated branch had been flushed, but the new fountain support still had to prove it could take the full expected flow without moving. Tev listened, occasionally asking where a valve sat or which isolation point Frank could actually reach from dry ground.
"We can use the portable clear-water test tank," Tev said when he had the sequence. "But we need a proper relief line and somebody at the downstream gauge. If the pressure starts climbing past the test mark, I want the feed cut before you go poking at anything."
"Agreed."
"And no workers behind the wall while it's under pressure."
"Agreed."
Tev eyed him. "I don't get that many agreements from people when they want something before lunch."
"I'm hoping to eat lunch at home eventually."
"You don't eat."
"That's why I can afford to hope."
They brought the test tank into the banquet room on a wheeled stand, accompanied by Ollo carrying a case of gauges. The young goblin had become more confident with tools since Frank first showed him how to fit a door seal, though confidence still made him hurry when people watched.
"Where do I put these?" he asked, already starting toward the fountain.
"On the dry bench," Tev told him. "If you drop the gauge into that trench, don't reach after it. Tell me and we'll retrieve it safely."
Ollo stopped at the chalk boundary, picked his way around the wet mortar and set the case on the dry bench without a clatter.
He looked back once, embarrassed enough to be angry with himself, and Frank let him be. Ollo had heard a safety instruction and followed it. A lecture would only make him start watching Frank instead of the floor.
Ketha came over carrying the final strap. "He any good at numbers?"
"Better when they stand still," Frank said.
"Then put him on the gauge sheet. Somebody has to catch my handwriting before it becomes another drawing we regret eight years from now."
Scheduling's proposed reopening bell passed while Tev was still checking relief capacity. Frank verified where the test water would go, Ketha moved the temporary wedge only after fitting a proper support, and Ollo recorded the starting gauge readings from the dry side of the chalk. Each delay belonged to a different worker and each prevented a different failure.
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The first run used low pressure. Water moved quietly through the feed pipe and came out the controlled return exactly where it was supposed to. The second brought the gauge into the normal operating range. Frank stood outside the exclusion line and studied the exposed joint, watching for beads along the collar or movement at the mounting bolts.
For several moments nothing happened. Then a soft creak came from behind the new brace.
Ollo leaned toward the gauge, nearly forgetting Tev's line on the floor. "There's a sound coming from the lower brace. It's only when the needle reaches that mark."
Ketha's eyes went to the strap before the next sound. "I heard it. Don't move any closer, Ollo."
Tev called a hold. The pressure stabilized while Frank inspected the joint from the permitted side. The lower strap bowed outward a hair at a time. A little powder fell from its stone anchor.
Fine mortar dust drifted through Frank's lamplight. He knew what that meant for an anchor under load. His hand tightened on the exclusion rope, but he stayed outside the test area.
"Stop the feed," Frank said.
Tev turned the control wheel, and the indicator began to fall. He waited until the pressure returned to the safe mark, then opened the relief line. Water rushed into the catch channel, and the brace relaxed. Only after the gauge reached zero and Tev confirmed the isolation did Frank step across the line.
The lower strap had been installed on a repaired mortar seam rather than an intact block. It had held under ordinary flow while the support wedge carried part of the load, but the first full test had made it clear the anchor couldn't take the stress alone.
Ketha bent close to examine it. She ran her thumb along the exposed mortar, then pulled away with a small chunk of crumbly material. "I told them not to fill this seam until the support was fitted. They filled it yesterday."
Moss looked up from the completion sheet. "Was it somebody on your shift? I've got a name on here saying the wall's finished."
"Finishing gang, yesterday. I wasn't there when they plastered it, and I should've checked before we left this morning."
Moss didn't immediately let it go. "If you knew the anchor hadn't been tested, why did the sheet reach Scheduling?"
"Because the foreman took it while we were still fitting," Ketha said. "And because I put it on the bench where anybody could pick it up. I thought leaving the test line blank would be enough."
Frank remembered the painted arrow between the two unrelated boxes. "We can argue about who carried it upstairs after we stop the pipe from carrying the wall downstairs."
Ketha stood a little straighter at that, but she didn't look grateful. She was going to have to explain the bad handoff to her own crew later, and Frank had no wish to do it for her.
The Core appeared above the fountain, grinning broadly enough to suggest he'd just arrived at a party thrown in his honor.
"I hear we have a little delay in our grand reopening. Tell me it's something we can solve with a positive attitude."
Tev held up the gauge sheet. "We found movement at normal operating pressure. We shut the feed off before the support failed."
"Movement. Such an exciting word for our guests! Could we describe it as dynamic fountain technology?"
"The support anchor is loose," Frank said. "If you open the room before we fix and retest it, the pipe can come out of the wall again."
"We've sold places on the restored banquet experience," the Core said. "There are guests who've crossed half the dungeon for it. Are you telling me we have to disappoint paying visitors because of a little dust?"
Moss looked at the blank line on the completion sheet. "Then the announcement was early. You can change it."
A short silence followed. The Core kept smiling. The room waited for someone to be assigned the delay.
"I do hope everyone understands the importance of meeting our commitments," he said. "The guest experience is a shared responsibility."
"So is keeping the guests out of sewage," Moss replied.
The last flood had broken the wall, contaminated the laundry line, and sent the banquet crew scrambling to keep waste from the kitchens. Whatever the Core called shared responsibility, Frank knew who had spent the night cleaning the floor and who had paid to hang a reopening banner before the support was tested.
Ketha returned with a masonry drill and a longer strap. This time she set her anchor into solid stone beyond the patched seam, measured the support angle, and let Frank check it before tightening the final nut. Ollo gathered the debris and cleaned the coupling faces with a cloth dedicated to the job. Tev checked the relief hose a second time because it had shifted during the previous run.
After Ketha moved the anchor into sound stone, Tev reset the test and ran the full sequence again: low flow, ordinary service load, then a sudden controlled change in demand. Ollo recorded each hold point and the relief-valve reading. The pipe stayed seated, the new strap did not bow, and the drain accepted every release. Only then did Tev remove the exclusion rope.
During the final holding interval, Ollo caught a mistake on his gauge sheet and asked Tev to leave the feed where it was a moment longer so he could take the figure again.
"I wrote the pressure after we opened the relief," he said. "That isn't the holding value."
Ketha crouched to compare Ollo's correction with the gauge, gave a grunt of approval, and stepped aside so Tev could finish the test. Ollo took the remaining readings without asking where to look.
At last Tev signed the pressure line, Ketha signed the mounting and replacement, and Frank signed for inspection and cleanup. Moss accepted the sanitation side but left the reopening authorization blank until the surrounding floor had finished drying and the next check was complete.
The Core came back to tell them the team had achieved another tremendous success. He said nothing about the sign already hanging above the door.
Frank got eight XP for the inspection and test support, bringing his Rank 1 balance to fifty-seven. It wasn't much considering the hours, but the real reward was the absence of another emergency bell when the water started moving.
Ollo walked with Frank toward the depot, carrying the cleaned gauge case. "I didn't see the strap moving until Ketha called it."
"You heard it first."
"Only because it made that noise. If it hadn't, I'd have stood there staring at the wrong place."
"That's why you watch the gauge and the fitting. One can warn you while the other still looks fine."
Ollo seemed to turn that over as they went. Then he asked whether the new test sheet would stop Scheduling from signing unfinished jobs in future.
Frank considered the freshly painted wall and the neat arrow somebody had drawn between the wrong boxes. "Might stop them on this one."
Ollo kept glancing at the signed sheet. He carried the gauge case the rest of the way without asking Frank another question.
Moss pinned the readings on the depot board with the failed test still visible above the passing sequence. She left the premature reopening banner beneath them, marked POSTPONED in red. A worker coming onto the next shift could see exactly why the room remained shut without asking the Core to explain it.
Frank showed Ollo the rubbed fixing hole on Ketha's discarded strap. "That's what the gauge doesn't show. Next time the noise could start before the number moves." Ollo touched the worn metal, then wrote one short note below the readings. Frank left him to decide how much of it he would remember.
"And if I don't catch it?"
"That's why Tev was standing at the feed. We weren't counting on one pair of eyes."
Ollo ran a finger across the worn strap, then put it back for the scrap record. At the depot door he paused with his notebook under one arm. "If I help Moss with the next rota, can I put myself on an earlier shift? My old kitchen friends finish before I do." Frank almost said yes. Then he pictured another worker being moved to cover Ollo's hours. "Not without asking whoever takes your place," he said. "I nearly gave you the wrong answer." Ollo looked relieved that somebody else had seen the catch. "I'll ask Moss," he said, and went to find her. Frank stayed long enough to see Ketha collect the failed strap; she studied the red POSTPONED on the board and carried it away.