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]

I guess the question is who it was being used on... making vessels, maybe? He said there are physical and mental requirements.

[ninehundredlives]

Maybe. I don't know why mind control would be needed, it didn't sound like they had to agree.

[blazeit]

He did say there would be no choice involved.

... I think we can write out the mind control stuff being used on us, though. Unless he's been drugging us through our food... I mean, wouldn't he need to keep using it on us for there to be an effect?

[ That's how it is in the movies, right?? ]

[icysemblance]

Not if it's already taken enough effect on us. If we got a big enough dose early on, it might have changed our brain chemistry to the point we wouldn't need anything else.

[ninehundredlives]

It seems like he might have already used mind control on us, if he could.

[Probably waaaaaaay back when everything started going insane.

So like, week two.]

[icysemblance]

That is very true.

[blazeit]

What would be the point of it, though, to make us more likely to murder each other?

... And didn't the one where you gotta stab the person in the eyes sound more like a tranquilizer?

[ninehundredlives]

Maybe just to stop us doing any of the things he passed all those extra rules for. That's less interfering with the murder and more like sparing himself a headache.

[blazeit]

But then why bother with the rules in the first place? He coulda just brainwashed them into us. Apparently at the risk of totally fucking up our heads, though.

[icysemblance]

Less interesting that way. They're all so he can fuck with us more.

[blazeit]

I dunno... I still don't think that was it. I mean, we got new rules every week. Was it really all that possible for us to get mass brainwashed on a weekly basis?