Accountability.

[explosivecombat]

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.

Comments

[blazeit]

What about moving over to a different timeline where you're less fucked, isn't that possible with this dimensional bridging stuff?

... Although I guess that might end up with there being two of a person in one timeline... goddammit, you're right, the more I think about this, the more my brain feels like it's gonna turn to mush.

[explosivecombat]

...Exactly...

[sunsong]

Why don't we just focus on doin' the best we can with the timeline we've got for the time bein'?

[blazeit]

Yeah, I feel like thinking about jumping timelines will just fuck things up even more, for more people...

[ And he's still feeling a mite of that I HAD A DISTURBING THOUGHT AND IT WON'T LEAVE existential despair so haha no arguments from him. ]

[announcemyvictory]

This place is volatile, though, isn't it? And who knows what's become of our homes.

[blazeit]

[ No, Bakugou's Volatile. Haha.

...... Bad jokes aside... ]

Yeah, from the sounds of it, this timeline as a whole might already be permanently fucked. Although apparently our homes might be okay?

[announcemyvictory]

Even without us? I'd thought interference from this place would have done something bad to them in the same vein.

[blazeit]

Maybe... maybe not. But Observant over there had a theory that us getting accidentally kidnapped created an offshoot timeline, which would leave our original timelines as they should be.