trustfell | Induction.

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!]

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[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.

[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.

Oh, I suppose that explains that. We were trying to figure out if we had something in common that had us selected to be here.

[Or, you know, straight up kidnapped. But Estelle is too kind for that.

Still decisions.]

I would like to hope that we could find a way to escape that doesn't involve violence. Though why can't you help us? Wouldn't it be bad if we ended up hurting one another? [Or killing one another?

But then she smiles as she blushes a bit. Right, we're off to a good start...]

Oh, and thank you. I... [She giggles a bit.] I appreciate it.

[She shrugs after a moment.]

If someone dies, we'll...take care of it. But that would probably be considered bad, yes.

H-how would you take care of it? Shouldn't you not be condoning violence instead if stating that you will do something if someone dies?

Well...it's kind of unhygienic to leave you in a locked area with a dead body...?

[Like is there a problem here or.]

No, I understand that, but shouldn't you be preventing anyone from murdering in the first place?

[That's the problem here? She thinks?]

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I'm not under any obligation to. And I prefer not to get involved.

Why? I mean, wouldn't it upset you if we decided to harm one another when this is supposed to be a trust and leadership exercise?

[Shrug!]

Not really. Should it?

[Estelle pouts at that as she moves towards the woman. She's not threatening in the least and no, she won't resort to violence, she's just... curious.]

I would imagine it should. You want this to be successful... right?

[...yeah with Estelle closing in the space she's clearly not afraid of her. ...sobs.]

[She's not going to flinch back or anything, she's just going to kind of...watch.]

I'm sure it will be, in one way or another.

[Well, she's up near her now as she clasps her hands in front of her chest.]

Could you explain what it would mean for this exercise to be successful?

You'll just have to play along a bit to find out, I guess.

[She pouts at that.]

But...

[She rocks on her feet a bit, like she's about to throw a tantrum.]

...if we don't find a way out, then...

[Even she knows things could violent.]

...Again, do as you see fit in this situation. I'm sure the others will do likewise, for better or worse.

[Estelle will make an attempt to grab the woman's hand. She's not quick about it nor is she trying to hold her in place. If anything, it's an attempt at a friendly gesture.]

Even so, I want to believe that violence won't happen here. I'm sure if you found a way to dissuade others from harming one another, it will make our stay here better and this exercise more successful.

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[Oh. Oh, that's...actually nonthreatening, she is okay with this and doesn't mind it.]

Again, I'm not going to encourage or discourage you from doing anything, nor will I help you in any particular way.

[Okay good. Estelle holds one of woman's hands within both of hers with a gentle and friendly action.]

Is there a reason you can't help us?

[Goodness lord.]

There are a lot of reasons. Another one of those unsatisfying-answers things.

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[There's some silence on her end, but she keeps looking the woman in the eyes.]

I... see. [A beat.] Do you have a name? Something for us to call you?

They want me to put a profile up. You'll see all of that eventually.

Can you tell me it now? [She smiles.] I'm sure you know, but my name is Estellise and I would like to be your friend, if that's okay.

[.....well this is a thing.]

I want us all to get along and find a way out of here without needless violence.

[Um????]

...We can be friends if you want.

[.......Um?????]

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[ Estelle, as always, you never fail to amaze him. ]