Induction.

[trustfellows]

It's been a long day. Some of you have been exploring, but it seems that the foyer has been holding most people's attention fairly well; even if it hasn't been, however, even if you're somewhere else in the building, it seems that someone has a vested interest in making sure that you end up there eventually. The public-address system speakerboxes that have been affixed to the wall offer a fair amount of feedback when they come to life for the first time; it's loud and grating, and it takes a moment before a voice can be heard under the electrical screeching. "Okay, okay, I get it, you're upset, can you please work for me now..." It seems more addressed at the system as a whole than it does anyone in the building, the sort of frustrated thing that one offers to electronics that aren't working properly; the voice is masculine and unfamiliar to any of you, and it falls into silence that lasts a little while before it comes back, this time clear and free of any interference. "All right, that should be better, hello? Yeah. Come to the foyer within the next ten minutes. I'm sure you guys have a lot of questions; there'll be someone there who can answer them for you, and then we can get started." Granted, those arriving within the allotted timeframe will be greeted by...well, the other thirty-four of you that are standing around in there; there doesn't seem to be any new faces present in the room. But as soon as ten minutes exactly pass, the door on the eastern side of the room clicks open, like it's being unlocked from the inside, and eventually, someone steps out. She's short and small-statured, with grey eyes and long, straight brown hair falling well down her back; she's wearing the girls' version of the same school uniform that some of you have found in your closets by now – a white blouse and blue skirt that cuts off at the knee, with white socks and black shoes. None of you know her, but she seems fairly young to be doing this, somewhere between 20 and 25, and she's quick to shift a little once the door closes behind her, like she's just realized that there's one of her and many of the rest of you. She raises one hand to about the level of her mouth for a moment, fingers curling inward loosely while she tries to figure out what to do with herself, before she takes a deep breath – one that seems to course through her entire body, a very clear self-confidence-instilling gesture – before she lets her hand fall back downward to fold her fingers around those of the other, clasping her hands together in front of her and nodding a bit to herself. "Hi." The greeting is perhaps surprisingly calm, given the fidgeting she was just doing; it seems she's centered herself. Prepared for business, whatever "business" might be. "I'm one of the Coordinators overseeing this exercise. It's good to meet all of you in person. If you have any questions about the rules or your situation, you're welcome to ask them, though I can't promise you any answers that you'll like." [OOC: Bear in mind that Rule Five is in effect, even now! Threatening her is fair game, but any instances of actual violence against her will be punished immediately, and she has the IC means by which to do it - so unless you want to die within the first five minutes of the game, you might not want to do that. Just a thought!]

Comments

[innocentloveholic]

You're not a hot guy.

[trustfellows]

[...How...astute of you?]

I am not!

[withabigsmile]

Come on, you'd prefer a hot guy? I think she's pretty cute.

[Blue would prefer a hot guy, actually. They tend to be stupid. But that's not the point--!]

[openterrain]

Is that really what you should be worried about right now?

[ Besides, she's a cute girl. Even better, in Jean's book. ]

[destage]

[...well this is just.

Okay, Sayaka raises her hand like a good little school girl in greeting, before asking a question.]

Excuse me, when did we get enrolled into this school? I'm afraid I already had prior arrangements with one, you see.

[Keep calm. Smile. Be polite.]

[trustfellows]

Any former arrangements you may have had no longer matter. I'm sorry for not notifying you before.

[icysemblance]

First things first, miss, what should we call you? 'Coordinator' seems so impersonal...

[trustfellows]

I guess it is. Don't you prefer it that way, though? It's better for people to not grow attached to those responsible for their misfortune. Names help with that.

[firstaid]

[Estelle looks at the woman almost in awe. She's not afraid in the least... in fact the first words out of her mouth are:]

You're really pretty...

[And then, right, she said she's one of the coordinators!]

Um... what exactly are you overseeing? Why were we brought here? Is it true that the only way to escape is for someone to kill another? I'm afraid I have so many questions about our current situation and I understand if you can't answer them all.

[trustfellows]

[Oh. c:

...Anyway- ]

You were chosen from a select group of people for this particular training exercise. The criteria was something decided on over a good period of time; the method may not have been perfect, but it was as close as we can get it.

When it comes to how you escape...well, that's technically up to you, but I can't help you make decisions with regards to what to do, nor can I physically assist you in any way in the event that you choose to act.

[...]

Thank you, by the way. You're really pretty, too.

[matchbreaker]

Can I sock you one?

[ The rule did say to ask for permission. ]

[trustfellows]

Nope!

[...She says, cheerfully. Um.]

[bloodisthicker]

Yes, actually.

[....NOT THE KIND OF PERSON HE EXPECTED but fuck it he'll go aggro anyway]

Who do you think you are, and what exactly do you plan to get out of all this?

[trustfellows]

[...That kind of gets her to tip her head a bit, and she kind of plays with her fingers a little bit as she considers that.]

I've never really thought I was anyone but myself...? I don't see the problem here.

[...........uh.]

[flagitate]

[ She's mighty suspicious of this girl and her (apparent) politeness. Katniss crosses her arms, and takes a slightly more defensive stance. ]

You're not serious about keeping us locked inside a building.

[trustfellows]

Unfortunately, we are. We know it's inconvenient, but it's how things are going to be for a while.

[perpend]

I have oooone question right now.

Don't you think I'm a biiiit old for a prep school?

[blackmass]

Likewise, I did have the same concern.

[Priorities.]

[garudynamic]

[OH NO MORE CUTE GIRLS WHY GOD WHY]

I-i didn't sign a waiver for this! I got something kinda time sensitive to do back home!

[What if the fog comes in while he's dealing with this?! What if Yukiko dies]

[perpend]

I have to agree with him. I'm under something incredibly time-sensitive myself.

[sleepytimegal]

[ The one time Alex moves from in front of the office- sitting by the side instead of blocking it now, she scrambles to her feet. Funny she hadn't thought about what to say, so it's just- ]

I- Hey, missy, I wanna see your manager!

[ Good job, Alex. Gold star. ]

[trustfellows]

[...wow.]

I don't have one...? Unless you're referring to him - [she gestures vaguely toward the PA box] - but he won't see you.

[greenmamabear]

[She's been holding it together pretty well so far, leaning against the wall thoughtfully, but all this information and all done (seemingly) by humans is...

Its got her shaking.]

I-I don't... I don't understand. I should be- Where are we?!

[innocentloveholic]

Graceside Preparatory Academy.

[ #helpful ]

[gorira]

[ ...Well, so much for hitting her. To slug a girl would feel all wrong. To slug a cute one would feel worse.

That kind of makes her a little more pissed off, but she bites her thumb, hoping to keep her anger in check. This just gets more and more damn frustrating... ]

So there is a common thread that links us, then, if we really were all picked from the same pool of people.

[ Alright. Even if there's a stupid reason why they're all here, there's a reason. ]

So what's your horse in the race, lady? If you don't have a superior or a manager or something, was this whole thing your idea? Just decided to throw this when trust exercise for kicks? Shits and giggles?

[trustfellows]

Why do I have to have a reason?

[Again, it's another thing that's stated bluntly and blankly, like she's not really sure why this is a question.]

[notaccurate]

'one of the Coordinators'? How many of you will there be?

[trustfellows]

There are two of us. The one you heard earlier, and me.

[brandnewday]

What did ya do to Hamuzou?!

[It's not a meeting without Hibiki wailing, okay. And this is an important question.]

He's almost always on me or in my clothes, so where is he?!

[ninehundredlives]

What is Hamuzou?

[And why is it in your clothes]

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan is just going to hang back and quietly watch...all of this. Too many people yelling for her blood. But once things have dulled to more of a simmer:]

How long did you have us, before we woke up here?

[trustfellows]

For a little while. Why do you ask?

[hesperos]

[ Wow, he is not sure what he was expecting but he wasn't expecting this. ]

So.

You don't do this sort of thing often, do you?

[ When he says "thing", he makes a lazy hand gesture of some sort. ]

[trustfellows]

[She shrugs a little.]

Not usually.

[zomgboom]

[Waltzes in late with the most important question:]

Am I, like, gonna get punished or whatever if I set something on fire? Like, accidentally.

[It absolutely won't be an accident, but she's not about to say "I am going to make a valiant effort to set this school on fire.]

[trustfellows]

I wouldn't recommend trying it.

[bluemeanie]

What the Hell are you trying to pull here, exactly.

[trustfellows]

What about it isn't clear...?