ANNOUNCEMENT 002

[intercom_voice]

[Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, you will hear the loud screeching of a microphone through the speakers before it dies down. Not long after, a familiar husky voice blares through said speakers.

Although her tone is somewhat pleasant, she manages to keep her authoritative tone as well.]

Good afternoon. [There's a brief pause.] You've all been quite busy, haven't you? It's, hm...interesting to watch, to say the least. But do keep the property damage to a minimum, will you? It's awfully rude to smash people's property on arrival, don't you think?

[Despite that warning, she manages a soft (if a bit ominous) chuckle.]

That being said, I hope you're all well rested. A good rest means a good grade, after all~.

[There's another burst of feedback before the announcement comes to an end.]

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General Mingle

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Comments

[ivantheterrible]

No last name? Haha, how mysterious~ [Ivan teases with a little smirk.]

I know a man who can shoot electricity out of his fingertips--believe me, I know weird.

[1300ft_freefall]

I have a last name.

[Not that he's giving it out.]

Electricity, huh? What'd he look like?

[It's just smart to know who could reasonably hurt you, really. He leads Ivan down a seemingly non-descript hall, showing absolutely no signs of fatigue as he carries the chair. He stops at a seemingly random door and pushes it open.

The room inside is eerily silent and sterile, perfectly white and so deep it seems to go on forever. Inside are rows and rows of chair and couches of every imaginable size, colour, material, and design.]

[ivantheterrible]

Oh, you're just secretive then. I understand~

[Ivan really seems to be unable to drop that flirtatious tone, even when he speaks of the Colonel.]

A big, brute of a man. Believe me, you'd know him if you saw him. But don't worry, he's not here.

[Unfortunately. That meant Ivan had to play thing safe, and make sure he keeps the powerful ones on his good side.]

[When Alex suddenly stops to open the door, Ivan curiously makes his way over, peeking under the other man's arm to get a look inside.]

...Wow. You weren't kidding.

[1300ft_freefall]

No, just cautious.

[Suspicious, really. Justifiably suspicious, in his opinion. Alex starts heading into the room, keeping his usual pace at first. As he heads farther down the rows, however, he begins to tense up. This is where things began to feel subtly wrong to him...]

So...take your pick.

[ivantheterrible]

[Ivan doesn't seem effected by that subtle wrongness as he just looks curiously around, debating which chair he wants to have sitting in his room. Eventually, he comes to a large, golden throne of a chair, his eyes wide with awe.]

...This one.

[Too bad it was as big as him. How in the world was he supposed to carry such a majestic monster back to his room...?]

[1300ft_freefall]

Then take it.

[He'll never understand the appeal of gold. Still...it's a much better sight than the chair in the next row. Dust. That shouldn't be at all possible, but sure enough, there's a chair made of dust. It'd given him pause before, but he'd gone further down the rows...never again. That's the start of the real strangeness, and it's plenty for him.]