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

[announcemyvictory]

With the god, you mean. Blue may be right that it's foolish, but we've got no other choice.

[ninehundredlives]

Oh, it's absolutely foolish.

[Susan's practical; she doesn't think it's a good idea to charge headlong at God in their current state at all.]

But she'll be a lot more helpful than him, if there is a way.

[withabigsmile]

[...Wait a minute.]

We have to give something up to get back through that gate, right?

[So maybe-]

What about that thing in his mouth?

[ninehundredlives]

If that one isn't sufficient, he's apparently got others lying around.

[withabigsmile]

Maybe we can get out of here in one piece after all.

[ninehundredlives]

Let's just fucking sacrifice him while we're at it...

[They're gonna kill him anyway, aren't they?]

[blazeit]

... He said that thing's got like 40 souls in it, right? [ Blue, you absolute genius. ] Maybe we can also get our powers and stuff like that back that way, too.

[withabigsmile]

Exactly.

[It's a little fucked up, but nothing is going to bring those people back anyway.]

[blazeit]

[ No arguments from this podium. The dead people are already dead, so, uh. May as well not let their sacrifice be in vain, it's to save people and not annihilate countries off the map. ]

Okay, this is probably a better plan than just going to go punch God in the face.

But only just.

[ BUT ONLY JUST. ]

[blazeit]

Yeah, and we talked about it earlier... you know, the way that Logan managed to come back to life?

I guess we'd need access to everybody's.... [ uh ] ... bodies to do it that way.

KIMDUCTOR

[ninehundredlives]

We would.

[To the Conductor:] Is that why you saw fit to lock the morgue drawers?

[explosivecombat]

[oh my god woman will you think for a moment - ]

Consider how some of those people died and tell me that you would like anyone here to just blunder into opening a drawer.

[ninehundredlives]

They're smart, they know what morgue drawers are.

[Honestly, nobody accidentally goes looking into these things.]

[explosivecombat]

Morbid. Curiosity.

[LOOK AT TEAM "TEEN IDIOT" OVER THERE

AND TELL HIM THEY WOULDN'T LOOK ON PURPOSE]

[openterrain]

With those potions, right? I got a ton of them earlier this week.

[ ... along with a bunch of Weiss' underwear, apparently, but that's not something he needs to bring up right now. ]

[blazeit]

How many? I found some looking through dead peoples' stuff, and Elise has a bunch, but we'd need... 21. No, 22.

[openterrain]

I got five, I think?

[blazeit]

... We'd be at least 5 short off-hand, but I bet there are more around.

[ In the vending machine. Or being stockpiled by Mr. Conductor from when he was testing the ghost thing with Lisbeth. ]

[announcemyvictory]

[GUYS ASHLEY SAID NOT TO MENTION THOSE okay she didn't foretell us trying to get the Conductor on our side but Elise is still glaring, with a soft clink as she turns to you all]

[blazeit]

[ TO BE FAIR ELISE

Ashley only warned Susan, Elise, and Bakugou so it's not Jean's fault he just blurted it out like that when he was not locked into the secret... ]

... Ah.

Well, he probably knows already. That's probably how he was bringing Lisbeth back to life. With "magic" he can't explain, remember.

[withabigsmile]

I've got one.

[Logan asked her to collect them and she didn't do a very good job of that, did she. But at least everyone else seems to have them together...]

[blazeit]

We'd still be short with all of those... but there are probably more in the vending machine.

[announcemyvictory]

Just a way into the morgue lockers? Mr. Conductor must have keys.

[blazeit]

I hope they're not crammed in weird places...

[announcemyvictory]

Agreed. That's disgusting.