trusthell | Induction.

There's a good amount of confusion, and rightfully so. After all, aside from the rules in purple listed on the wall, there isn't much to explain how you got here or why you're here.

Don't worry though. It seems like you won't be left to your own devices for very long.

There's a brief moment of static - not loud enough to be particularly grating, but enough to let you know that something's about to happen - before a voice addresses all of you from somewhere unseen.

"Hello. I hope you all slept well. I was a bit worried after..."

It sounds like it's coming from somewhere above you. There doesn't appear to be anything it's coming from, however. There's a brief pause before the voice resumes speaking.

"I'm sure you all have a lot of questions for me. I don't mind answering them. Before you ask anything, I'd like you to examine the rules again. They're posted in every room."

The voice is masculine, but there isn't anything to note about it otherwise.

"I am the Kingmaker. Welcome to the Vault."

[OOC: You can be heard just fine through the PA system, so feel free to ask any questions your little heart desires; brackets are fine, you don't need to use prose!]

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Well, if we're surviving for lifespans and this guy thinks we're either gonna sit here and look pretty or kill each other to escape, then there's gotta be repopulation. You've gotta be able to nut up or shut up.

[LITERALLY.]

[ sigrun w h y ]

...Isn't it too soon to start thinking about makin' babies?

[gotta be prepared, recruit]

It's that or killing someone.

We haven't even been here a day yet.

Best to be prepared for anything, sharptooth. Even if it's a lifetime of commitment.

Can't we focus on tryin' to find a way out of here that doesn't involve murder instead?

The tinman's an explosive expert if you can get him on board.

The tinma--? ...Oh, you mean the robot.

Yeah, that thing. Seems he's programmed for more than just sass and complaining, so we could use him to blow out a bit and get out. Maybe.

[ NNNNNN CAN WE NOT TALK ABOUT THIS

CAN WE NOT??? CAN WE. ]

I, er... I'm not really interested in the idea? I'm not against it, but I think I'd like to be a little older, and I'd rather adopt? [ .....that's not. really gonna pan out here, is it. ] What about you?

I'll have kids someday, but I have more important work to do first. Being an only child gives you that responsibility right between the legs.

[Though... that isn't gonna work out here...]

There's plenty of other women besides me here, so I'll just protect everyone. No one here's really my type anyway.

[ GOD SHE'S SO CRASS..... ]

What is your type? [ BLACK, WITH ALL THE IMPORTANT QUESTIONS TODAY. ]

[Welcome.]

Big, black, and with as many arms as you can imagine. Teeth that count so high you lose track when you try. Quick on their many feet and with a knife through their disgusting skulls.

[

what ]

What?

Trolls, beasts, and giants. I can't live without them and no one can live with them. So it's up to me to kill them.

You still don't have to make it sound like you're talking about something else.

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[ bBBUT WE WEREN'T EVEN ]

I thought we were talking about romantic interests, not... er... quarry?

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[jesus he can practically feel Mother's loathing of this girl.

WHY DO WE HAVE TO KEEP TALKING ABOUT DISGUSTING THINGS...]

[beCAUSE it's a REALITY, NORMAN!!!]

[REALITY IS GROSS AS HELL]

[why]

We just woke up here!

You're all so stuck on the weirdest things. There's clearly no visible way out, so we have to bide our time anyway. What's the harm in making some back up plans and getting our facts straight?

I'm saying if we actually stick around this mess of a place long enough for that plan to come to fruition, then we'll all be driven crazy before we can get on with it!

Yeesh, glad you're gonna be the first one eaten.

[sigh.]