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]

...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.]

[trustfellows]

Entirely serious.

[bloodisthicker]

What...

[OKAY. OKAY.]

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

[trustfellows]

I don't expect you to take it well at all.

On the other hand, you don't have much choice.

[It's not said forcefully, nor is it a taunt. Just something that is the way it is.]

[perpend]

W-what the hell?

[trustfellows]

As you said yourself - it is a hostage situation. I'm well aware of that fact.

[firstaid]

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

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

[trustfellows]

[She did tell you that you didn't want that.]

Because that's how it's going to be.

[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. ]

[trustfellows]

I can't tell you that.

[hesperos]

[ WHAT.

......

Okay so all that chill he had is suddenly out the window and it's taking all that he has to refrain from doing anything stupid. Ha ha .... ha. ]

You won't get away with this.

[ Damn. He needs a moment. ]

[trustfellows]

Killing me won't solve anything.

[blackmass]

...And you don't find that incredibly inefficient?

[trustfellows]

Of course it's inefficient.

[I mean, just objectively, that's hella inefficient regardless of the goal.]

[withabigsmile]

You can't be serious...

[...So that's how it's going to be. It's impossible to keep calm after hearing something like that.]

Is that going up with the rest of the rules?

[icysemblance]

What the...you can't be serious. There's no way.

[evilfrenzy]

[Haha holy shit this just keeps getting even more ridiculous. What the fuck kind of school is this?

Rideaux was keeping quiet up until this point but he can't help but comment here.]

That's an interesting way of improving morale.

[...you know-]

Since no one else has bothered to ask, is there a reason you've chosen to confiscate our belongings? Honestly, with how you seem to be so intent on us killing each other, I would at least expect our weapons to be returned to us.

[heritrix]

[Well that's fucking something. Rin's too taken aback to say something initially; everyone else's shock voices her own, and it's better not to get caught up in it anyways. Ask good questions.]

So what, the last man standing can be the only winner, or will you kill that person too?

[notaccurate]

[Well. That certainly is a thing.]

Given how many people are here, odds are there is at least one person with a strong enough willpower to stop you. You do realize this, yes?

[Despite how sure he is of that fact, Luca does look worried. The Coordinator's are enough to shake him.]