Prompto had been kind enough to go digging through the Danger Shop's files for her last week to see if he could find any of the Ravnican simulation she had programmed into the wretched machine.
Most of her program had been corrupted, but he managed to salvage what he could and she'd managed to salvage some measure of grace to thank him for his assistance.
As such, the class once more met in the Danger Shop, Liliana having arrived several minutes early to whisper the most viciously creative threats she could to the stupid machine if it
dared play anything other than the simulation she'd programmed. Either Prompto's skill or her own threats had worked and rather than a suburban yard filled with giant, bobbing plants, they were in a circular tunnel, the walls overgrown with lichens, mosses, and various fungi. Above them, lights streamed through holes in the ceiling, from where it looked like cobblestones had fallen in and not been replaced. With those holes, the air was surprisingly fresh, smelling like green growth with only a faint scent of decay.
Once class had arrived and put on their protective gear - Liliana had eschewed such things, but that's because she was skipping out on the 'full experience' she was gifting to her students, you're welcome class - she gestured to the tunnel. "So, due to last week's...difficulties...we are regrettably left with only a small percentage of the simulation - though a very interesting one, which is fortunate. However, this section of the simulation will deal with the treatment and disposal of the dead. If you think this will be too distressing for you, or if you have some kind or moral or religious taboo against such things, you're free to go to the library and begin writing a ten page paper about funerary traditions of a culture other than your own, due by next week."
She waited for anyone to leave who was so inclined, and then turned back to the matter at hand. Or, specifically, the tunnel. "As you remember from last week, the Golgari Swarm is in charge of both widespread food and also sanitation. The first part of our simulation had intended to be following a chapter of the Street Swarm as they cleaned up a neighborhood. That part of the simulation didn't survive, so instead, we're beginning here, on their trek down to the Undercity. Much of the trash that is either inorganic or still salvageable is taken to other parts of the sewer to be separated and catalogued. Down this way is where they bring much of the organic filth, and any dead bodies they have collected. The plant-life - not that fungus is specifically a plant, but we're categorizing it that way for ease - is a general marker that we are using a Golgari sewer tunnel, as is the relative cleanliness. Most people would see a dry, overgrown sewer and assume that this had been abandoned, but they would be wrong. The holes in the ceiling were placed deliberately, to allow for water and light to enter the tunnel to encourage growth, and if you had time to examine the plant life, you would find bioluminescent plants to allow for travel in the dark; different colors and species of lichen to act as signposts for various areas and warnings for Guild defenses; and several species of fungus that reinforce the walls and ceiling against decay
not sanctioned by the Guild, and others with vast mycelial networks to provide information to Golgari
shamans,
fungus-binders, and other
fungal constructions who are capable of interpreting the signals the mycelia provide."
She began to move forward, leading the class further into the tunnel. Keep up, class. This was only a simulation, but you probably didn't want to be left behind.
"The outer tunnels are mostly for surveillance," she explained as they walked. "Any number of non-Golgari folk can end up in the sewers - explorers, looters, criminals, people seeking shelter from the elements, et cetera - and most surface Golgari tunnels have forks and junctions built in leading back to the surface." She stopped at one such, the right side with more of those semi-evenly spaced holes for light and a gentle slope upwards. The left one had fewer light-holes and quickly descended into shadows, the plants thicker and darker. "The assumption is, of course, that most innocent people will take the right-hand path and either take shelter there or leave the sewers entirely." So, of course, they were heading down the left past, into the gloom.