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

[sunsong]

I'm not exactly thrilled about it, either, but it's an option we have to keep in mind if it gets down to the wire.

[withabigsmile]

I doubt he'd have the parts needed to build anything here... Or that he'd help us even if he did.

[sunsong]

We could ask Morty about it. ...Anyway, who we bring back ain't really as important as getting these stones and deciding what to do with the Conductor, right? Though to my understanding the stones are only useful to us if we could use alchemy, which, uh. We can't. Without years of study, I guess.

[ninehundredlives]

Right, we really don't need to have this conversation right now...

[They need to deal with Kimberley first. Also the ghosts are like right here.]

[withabigsmile]

They're full of souls, right? I'm betting that if we bring them to this gate they can be taken instead of our limbs and lifespan.

[In exchange for getting out of here... And hopefully also powers. That would be nice.]

But you're right. We should really decide what's going to happen to him.

[Because she is kind of sick of looking at his attractive face.]

[sunsong]

I'm...not arguing that, but we need to be alchemists to do that at all, don't we? Or we need to find an alchemist who isn't an asshole.

[blazeit]

Ugh, fine. Let's bring his infinitely less shitty grandkid back to life and see what he has to say first, though.

[sunsong]

No arguments there.

[openterrain]

I think you're right that Rick might help, but if we have to prioritize someone then Mordecai is our best bet.

[sunsong]

Why's that?

[openterrain]

Cause he's not an asshole.

[blazeit]

[ and here's is WHAT HE SAID gesture yet again ]

[sunsong]

Yeah, I know that, but how would he be able to help us cross dimensions and shit?

[blazeit]

Well, his title was Universal. I'm guessing that he probably is... you know... attuned to this kind of timelines shenanigans.

[openterrain]

He told me once that he's met people from alternate timelines and zapped them into behaving, or something.

[sunsong]

With powers, presumably...so that'd require two sacrifices, minimum.