trustfell | Accountability.

Perhaps there's an expectation of a grand entrance here – something over-the-top and loud and flashy, something that speaks to either ego or a desire for a certain kind of presentation. But the fact of the matter is that nothing like that comes. There's just a light tapping in the direction of the stairs that lead back up to the dorms, like something's entering the room, something small and light and as it comes closer, there's an enthusiastic little jingling noise that comes with it.

And then there is catfriend, making its way down the last of the steps and coming to a stop near the door, where it sits casually and calmly until something, inexplicably, seems to shift.

It's difficult to say what it is, but it's apparent that something in the room has bent in a way that it shouldn't – it's the sort of jolt that comes with a sudden earthquake, a brief shock down the spine and then there's someone here that quite simply wasn't before.

And whatever those in the room were expecting out of Jericho, it...likely isn't the person who's standing in front of them, near the thirty-sixth podium where Rachel has moved easily out of the way to allow the woman who's appeared from seemingly out of nowhere to take her place.

Her hair is long and brown, similar to Alena's, done up in a thick plait that she's got pulled over one shoulder; she isn't particularly attractive, and not pretty in the way that Alena and Hilda were. She's just kind of plain, with eyes that are a little too large and wide-set for her head, and though she's fairly tall and well-built for a woman it's not in the same way that Sigrun was – its softer, in a way that doesn't suit the hardness in her expression. She's dressed simply, in the way that the clothes in the closet upstairs were simple – a dress that's well-fitted but plain, with brown knee-high boots under it.

She glances over at the cat, which makes its way over and jumps up onto the podium in front of her, where it proceeds to curl up and set its head down as though asleep – though it's very clearly watching the rest of the room.

The woman sets her hand atop the cat's back lightly, smiling a bit to herself before looking back up at the group; the smile doesn't leave her, though it seems more than a bit forced – but when she speaks, while her voice sounds different (it's higher, lighter in pitch) it's incredibly obvious that the cadence and delivery are exactly the same as what you've been hearing over the public-address system for the past ten weeks.

"Hey, guys – well, I guess you got what you wanted. And congratulations, it's going to be a complete waste of time! Let's not pretend that we're here to make friends or play nice with each other; Rule Five's still in place, but damn if I don't expect to hear you guys whine at me for the next couple of hours until we decide that this is pointless, face-to-face meetings always kind of suck, and the universe is a cold, unfeeling place.

But you know what, while we're all here and staring at each other – my name is Lisbeth Larimore. Though I guess for the past two and a half months, you've been calling me Jericho.

Let's see what you guys have to say, and how things look coming out the other side."

That odd, overly-bright smile still hasn't left her face.

"And as always, do your best!"

Your hostess for the evening, everybody. Let's begin.

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If you say so. It isn't as though you can do much with that information, however.

[ There might be something to be done with Rachel ... but no, short of... ]

... I barely understand this simulation thing, but does that mean we can't burn down this building?

God knows Tenacious and Reserved tried.

... Yeah they sure did. You guys put out those fires but if this is all fake it...

Well I guess we can die here, so we all would have "died?"

[ THIS IS SO WEIRD... ]

Maybe? Rachel doesn't like simulating fire all that much, she thinks it's unfair.

Oh.

[ That explains with the library... too... actually, she's going to call out to Rachel: ]

Thank you for that, Rachel!

[So much playing with Ditty over here, so much stonefacing; she doesn't look up, but...]

...Yeah, don't mention it.

People do some really fucked up things with fire.

[ Her family was killed by the church's fire so...

She knows, of course. ]

That they do. Oh, has Ditty shown you his star form? Ask him to do that.

[ She at least thinks it's cool when he takes a geometric star shape ]

Okay.

[i mean, ditty can hear y'all just fine, and there is just so much geometric star happening here, presumably.]

...Holy shit.

[ohhhh god this is so cool? god bless this pink blob of snot, best quality: his wiggles, etc]

Right?! He's got a lot of forms he can do! And he can even get more and less heavy [ well, dense, but to her it seems like heavy ] a little too!

[...oh my god

can she toss it into the air a little, she wants to see if it retains shape and does anything weird

i mean she's gonna be really unceremonious about this and SUDDENLY DITTY IS AIRBORNE but you know what elda bounces the thing all the time it'll probably be fine]

[ It's totally fair Elda does this a lot? And Ditty's gotten a good grasp on how it can move its form around now it can't become other things so in the air its going to morph into a pyramid-ish shape, mostly to show off it can do this.

Wow, that was suddenly airborne! ]

[ohhhhhh my god it changes shape when you throw it

rachel now has something to amuse herself with for the next ever, thank you]

[ Thumbs up.

Ditty is totally game for this, it likes to play and Hilda has been okay to play with (it doesn't really follow all this complex shit it likes Elda and Hilda and some other people here and it really wants to see Blue again and might've recognized that Pokedex but I mean not like it can talk to say any of this so.

Let's just play and let the humans do the strategy stuff.

Asobi ni iku yo ]

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