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

[destage]

[...she's gonna be repeating this as a mantra in her head, okay. Lovely.]

Did the people here at least settle this with anyone else, before taking us in? I...I suppose I can understand not getting the notification, but...that seems incredibly impolite. I wouldn't want anyone to worry.

[trustfellows]

I guess it's a little rude. Don't worry about everyone else for now, though.

[destage]

Wh--why? I can't--I'll be in really, really big trouble if no one can find me. I don't...is there a way to get into contact with them, at least?

[trustfellows]

[...]

If it'll make you feel better, you can write letters and bring them to me.

[destage]

[Sayaka's just...kind of shuddering a bit, moving her arms to kind of shield herself and just...look away, really.]

...I would really, really appreciate it. I...I don't want anyone to worry. It'd be bad. Really bad.

[...she does pause a bit, though, just...kind of trying to regain her cool.]

Um...this is probably a silly question but...would it be too confusing if I called you both Coordinator-san? ...actually, to that end, will you be the only one speaking with us?

[trustfellows]

My office is right here, so you can come talk to me whenever you want. If you want to call me that, go ahead.

He shouldn't be too involved with you guys, though. He'll be around, he just doesn't like dealing with you.

[destage]

...I'll be sure to do that, then.

[At least having some way to try and communicate with her managers about what's happening would be good. The people at Hope's Peak too. It's...still a little harrying, but she appreciates it a lot.]

So...you two have been working together for a bit, then? Or are you two old friends of sorts?

[...]

Did we do something wrong to him?

[trustfellows]

I don't think so. He just doesn't like dealing with people, fullstop. That's probably more accurate.

[She shrugs a little.]

We've known each other for a while before this, though.

[destage]

Ah...I'm sorry for assuming, then, Coordinator-san.

[Sayaka bows her head.]

Is he a very hard person to work with, then? Or are you the exception to working with others?

[trustfellows]

Oh, no, he's absolutely terrible.

[oh my god]

[destage]

[...oh no??]

Like, how terrible on a scale of one to ten?

[trustfellows]

Pretty damn.

[Like, just so terrible. Defies numerical value.]

[destage]

Wow, even above a 20? What does he do? Does he fall asleep on the job, or leave the toilet seat up or something?

[She may be muffling a few giggles, holy shit.]

[trustfellows]

Maybe I'll tell you sometime.

[This is cute, okay.]

[destage]

...Ah, this is...probably really irrelevant, isn't it? My apologies, Coordinator-san. But certainly, if we have the time in the future.

[Sayaka rubs the back of her head with a chuckle.]

[trustfellows]

We'll probably have time.

[destage]

Ah...I suppose that is true.

[Actually, though, speaking of that...she remembers something she wanted to ask.]

Oh, um...actually, I do have one question. Will the exercise end after a certain point, even if no one acts on rule 7?

[trustfellows]

[...Honey, you're not going to like this- ]

...I wouldn't recommend that, actually. You can, I suppose, it's a valid choice. But it won't have the results you want.

[destage]

[...um.]

But why? What's going to happen if we don't?

[trustfellows]

If no one dies within a set period of time, we'll kill one person every eight hours. These people will be chosen at random. This will continue until morale improves and you advance the exercise yourselves.

[She says it calmly; she's still smiling, even, though the expression is vague and it doesn't reach her eyes.]

So I guess if you choose not to kill anyone, the exercise will end. Eventually. You just won't like it very much.

[destage]

[Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh god why...]

W...what, you...you can't actually be serious...

[Sayaka just. Takes a couple steps back at that, trying to put distance between herself and the girl in front of her. That's horrifying.]

[bloodisthicker]

What...

[OKAY. OKAY.]

You really can't just expect us to stand for this.

[perpend]

W-what the hell?

[firstaid]

[And here they were just becoming friends...!]

But why? There's no need to kill us or for us to kill one another!

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh.

... She can't afford to wait, then, or- well. Maybe. ]

What's the set time?

[ ... She doesn't expect an answer, really. but someone should ask. ]