Induction.

[kingmakereffect]

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!]

Comments

[goodforsomething]

Well, it looks like a good time to toughen up. And hey! We've got the perfect target!

How 'bout you tell this Kingmaker guy what you think of him?

[psychoh]

... I'd really rather not. Sir. [please don't]

[goodforsomething]

So what, the guy's makin' threats against your mother and you can't call him an asshole?

[oh god are we going there]

[psychoh]

Well, I...

-- I-I don't think antagonizing the man in charge would, um, do much to help her, would it? It might even, might even get her hurt, if she's alright...

[goodforsomething]

Ahhhh, don't worry about that! You think he'd bother keepin' hostages if he wasn't gonna use 'em? He'dve sprung that already, just to get the bloodbath going.

[psychoh]

[looks so distressed by that]

... I still. Well. If we're going to be here a while, we might as well be, um. Polite.

[goodforsomething]

...why?

[WHY WOULD YOU EVER BE POLITE]

[psychoh]

[why... wouldn't you...]

Uh, well, it's not like there's any harm in it, is there? It's just, um... common courtesy.

[goodforsomething]

Like forcin' people into a murder vault?

[psychoh]

... You don't, um, fight rudeness with rudeness. [YOU JUST SIT BACK AND ACCEPT YOUR FATE]

[goodforsomething]

Sure you do! You can't just lay down like a wimp and let people kick ya around! You gotta fight back! Here, watch this.

[Stan cups a hand around his mouth and shouts at the ceiling.]

Hey, asshole! Get down here and face us like a man, you dirty coward!

[psychoh]

[WISHES HE WAS LITERALLY ANYWHERE BUT HERE RN oh my god]

[goodforsomething]

See? Nothing! The guy's a chicken!

[Stan is obviously so pleased with this]

[psychoh]

Y-You'll get us-- [MAYBE IF HE LOOKS THE OTHER WAY PEOPLE WON'T THINK HE'S INVOLVED IN THIS BULLSHIT]

[goodforsomething]

Naaaaaah, it's fine. We're all still kickin'!

He wants to save us so he can watch us kill each other for fun.

[psychoh]

... You have a point. [an awful one, but.] Still, we ought to be, you know. Careful.