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 young yet, even for a human. [ Y'all and your tiny lifespans. ] You'll totally find someone worth killing for one day.

[garudynamic]

I hope not!

[That sounds awful!]

[innocentloveholic]

[ ??? ] Why not? It's not like you've gotta die for them.

[garudynamic]

But killing people is still messed up!

[innocentloveholic]

Everyone dies sometime, Meteoric. And sometimes "sometimes" is sooner than other "sometimes"!

[garudynamic]

That doesn't give someone else the right to make it shorter!

[innocentloveholic]

This is totally what's wrong with people these days. They're totally not selfish enough. [ that's what wrong here, right. the unselfishness of the youth. mmhmm. ] Here, let's try something easier on your morality. If someone was being threatened by someone else, and the only way to save them was to kill the person threatening them, would you? Or would you stand back like a coward and let 'em die?

[matchbreaker]

Why not? I thought everyone wants to fall in love.

[ . . . ]

[garudynamic]

I-i, of course I want to fall in love, but what does that have to do with murder!?

[matchbreaker]

It's got to do with wealth of affection, obviously! No one said you had to, just that you would.