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

[trustfellows]

I know that.

If I'm a bad person for doing it, then so be it.

[greenmamabear]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IF?!

[trustfellows]

[She just kind of shrugs at that. Clearly, it's whatever as far as she's concerned.]

[greenmamabear]

[She starts racing towards her, fist raised.

Someone please stop this angry surburban mom.]

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan has been quietly lingering near the back for this, but you know what]

That's not going to help?

[greenmamabear]

[Can't talk, too pissed]

[ninehundredlives]

[For fuck's sake.

DO NOTHING
GRAB HER

Susan reaches out to try to arrest Fern's motion.]

[greenmamabear]

[Two people are now holding Fern back.]

Let go! I'm gonna knock her block off!

[ninehundredlives]

Is losing his mother really going to help your son? What kind of punishment do you think these assholes are going to give out?

[Because she'd bet her right arm it's a fatal one.]

[greenmamabear]

[Well, that strikes a hell of a chord with her. She comes to a stop, stuck between utter grief and anger.

Needless to say, some tears are falling.]

I-I can't lose him. I can't!

[ninehundredlives]

I know! I know.

[She's...not sure what to do with the tears. But her hand moves from Fern's arm to her shoulder.]

I'm sorry. I really - I really am. [.....] But you need to wait until acting will mean something, or it's not going to help.

[greenmamabear]

[She wants to brush her off but... fuck, she's really not in a good enough place, is she?]

...Yeah. Gotta be smart.

[She brushes a hand through her hair.]

...I'm crap at smart.

[ninehundredlives]

...there's thirty-five of us here. Someone's got to be.

[Is that comforting? She's not exactly sure she's handling this well.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh my gawd why are you people denying her the chance to see what happens when you break the rules ]

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan isn't paying an ounce of attention to you, sorry.]

[destage]

[Oh god, can you people stay sane--]

Fern-san, stop! That's against the rules!

[She is going to attempt to run over (sorry Yosuke) and grab her arm? Like, holy shit. Is she gonna have to try and stop everyone today?]

[greenmamabear]

[She's stopped by the hand grab and she's got enough sense in her to not hurt Sayaka but she's like. Exceedingly peeved.]

She's the one that started violence in the first place!

[destage]

Please, I understand, but there is a distinct, non-zero percent chance something bad will happen to you if you try to fight Coordinator-san. That wouldn't help matters at all, would it?

[Sayaka's keeping her voice...well, calmish, at least, but god. Can you people not?]

[greenmamabear]

[That gets her to pause, at least.]

...she's ruined everything. I was gonna find him. I was so close.

[destage]

...Please, hold on hope, then. There has to be a way for us to get out of here without violence, right? He wouldn't want you to do something like that and lose you.

[Sayaka's tone is warmer at that.]

You will find him, and be reunited with him. Don't lose hope about that, okay?

[greenmamabear]

[Breathe.

Breathe....]

...alright.

Alright.

[destage]

[She'll just pat the arm she took, then.]

Thank you.

[notaccurate]

[You know what this whole conversation sounds like 10 shades of Not Good, so. He's going to reach out to place a hand on Fern's shoulder.]

Fern, breathe.