trustfell | Accountability.

There are all sorts of secrets to this place, really, ways to get from place to place reasonably unnoticed. Some of those ways involve the ability to shift one's appearance, some of them involve shadows and vessels and darkness; for those without those sorts of gifts, though, one has to rely on more conventional means. Panels and doorways, joins and seams that don't join up quite right; portions of the wall that will open up if you manipulate them properly.

The Conductor himself tends to rely on the latter; he is, after all, entirely human.

He's thin, as though he doesn't eat terribly much, but his clothes are immaculate and sharply-tailored, a suit and long coat all in white and shades of pale grey; his hair is long, trailing at least halfway down his back in a thin, tightly-tied ponytail, and his eyes are cold when he moves to stand at the thirtieth podium – it's not his, it never has been, but it's going to do for now.

He doesn't seem anxious at all about being here; there's nothing nervous in his demeanor, and he's keeping his head up, perfectly willing to look everyone in the face. There's a definite arrogance about him, as is probably to be expected, though he'll certainly acknowledge everyone once he's there – when he bows it's enough to be respectful, but not nearly enough to expose the back of his neck.

When he speaks, his voice is recognizable but it's quiet, far moreso than one would assume him to be based on the volume of the intercom alone; his tone is even, almost unsettlingly calm given the circumstances, though there's a hardness to it that never quite goes away.

"It's a pleasure to speak to all of you in person; I'd say that it's almost a shame that the circumstances have to be what they are, but I'm not going to insult your intelligence like that."

He straightens up then; the smile he's offering is understated, but it's not particularly nice.

"I understand that we have a fair amount to discuss; shall we begin?"

Your host for the evening, everyone; let's start.

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Wow. He even looks like an asshole.

[ He should've sent more dick pics in retrospect. ]

I can't believe he's got a ponytail. At his age.

It's like he's begging to be judged, at this point.

All manner of people dress like that. At least he isn't wearing a mascot suit, that way none of us would take this seriously.

Aside from that... Secret passages? That explains why there are so many gaps of building gone unused and sealed off. Though that's hardly the first concern here.

If he came out in a mascot suit, it would be game fucking over and I would be dead because I assaulted him. So yeah, I count that as a good thing.

Remind me to tell you about the man who runs the animal competitions at home.

... Does he wea— yeah, no, a discussion for later for sure.

It's better than lookin' not smarmy at all...the universe really got his face right, huh?

It's like they were like, here's a designated villain down to the core. Have a fucking field day.

I wonder if he inspires everyone he meets to punch him in the face just on looks alone, even if he hasn't forced 'em into a murder game? I feel like the answer is "hell yes".

I'm guessing the only reason he doesn't have a black eye right now is the fact that he was fucking hermited up watching us all for like, what, seven weeks?