Welcome to the Program

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Good Morning, Champions. In the interest of maintaining healthy sleep patterns, a day/night cycle is in effect. Your presence is expected in the cafeteria in exactly one hour.

[The voice comes through not a large speaker, but through the device that's attached to each Champion's arm. Further investigation of the features of the device will reveal a list of profiles, a mini-map, and a list of rules. The hallways are shiny white and silver, with running lights along the floor and lights on the ceiling, and at the junction of the hallways is a sign with a knife and fork icon and an arrow pointing down the hall.

Welcome to the Excellence Program, Champions. Time to get to know your teammates.]

Comments

[discalibur]

I guess it might. Not that we can appreciate that right now, but it would make this better.

[theundertaken]

Would it?

[discalibur]

...I mean, a little.

[theundertaken]

Not like we're gonna see it if we can't get out of here. We should see if there's, like, escape pods or something.

[discalibur]

Ah, yes, of course!

...They should have those, yes?

[boy he hopes so]

[theundertaken]

I mean, you'd think. What if they needed to get off the station? Bet it'd be on one of the ends.

[So yeah, let's keep walking until we hit the end of this hallway!]

[discalibur]

[Sounds like a plan.]

That would make this very simple! Let us hope they are there, then. And... hopefully not locked away.

[theundertaken]

That shit's how you get the Titanic. Except in space we would all be super dead. I dunno, I already saw that end of the hallway, it's nothing. Let's head down here!

[discalibur]

I'm going to try not to think about that possibility too much.

But very well!

[Yeah let's go there and not think about dying horribly in space for a while.]

[theundertaken]

That is totally fair, my dude.

[Here we go! Down the long hallway that just seems to keep going! Max glances at the titles on the doors as he passes.]

Jesus, how many of us are there?

[discalibur]

I believe I counted... somewhere around twenty of us, when I looked at the profiles. It's a lot, isn't it?

[theundertaken]

Big-ass mass kidnapping. How do you even do that?

[discalibur]

Whoever is behind this must be very powerful...

[It's... super worrying.]

Not just kidnapping us like this, but getting us all to space as well...

[theundertaken]

Yeah. It must take a long time to get us here, you know? But I don't feel like I was on drugs or anything...

[discalibur]

Now that you mention it, I don't feel like that either. Strange. How could they have possibly transported so many people without anyone noticing...

Not to mention changing our clothes.

[theundertaken]

And, uh, this.

[He lifts his arm with the PIP on.]

[discalibur]

Yes... That.

[Boy. That.]

I guess everyone has one, then. I really wonder why they felt that was necessary.