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Welcome to the Program

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.]

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[Two jumpy dudes in the same vicinity as each other can't possibly go wrong right??? Right. Anyways, it's pretty hard to miss the noise and the sudden movement.]

Who's there?!

[Slaine's first instinct is also to get behind something but yeah there sure is nothing else in this hall huh. Still, once the inital shock wears off he slowly moves to peep into the game room. what's up dude, don't freak him out again too]

[Slaine's treated to another panicked flurry of movement as Prompto dives from the the general direction of the shelves to the cover of the tables.]

Don't come any closer! I'm armed!

[Armed with a DnD guide. That's 1D8+1 for damage. BEWARE.]

[Well, if he was trying to startle Slaine with that, he was successful?! Gj Prompto, that's +1 weenie you made jump with a DnD guide, that's worth something somewhere... probably?!

But either way, the movement and answer makes him duck his head out of the doorframe and press his back against the wall next to it. No gunshots is a good sign he guesses, but he's still alert for the sounds of any further movement.]

Who are you? Are you responsible for this?!

What? No! Shouldn't you know? You're one of them, aren't you?

[He only got a quick glimpse, but the guy definitely looked Imperial.]

[There's noticeable silence before he says anything else.]

...Do you know where we are right now?

[There's a lengthy pause on Prompto's part, as well, as he tries to figure out what trick could possibly be at play here. He can't think of any answer that would sound right, though, so eventually he admits:]

...No?

[It's gotta be one of those things, like, we know you know what you did, so start talking, buddy, right?]

[Oh. Hm. Honestly if Prompto had sounded more certain about his answer it might have been more suspicious but this...]

Then... I believe we are in the same position right now. [He lets out a breath and peeks out from the doorframe again, although it's far less wary compared to last time.]

[Prompto doesn't quite relax, but he doesn't throw that rulebook at Slaine's head, either. He maintains that nervous look while he crouches behind the game tables.]

So, youuuu're... not with the army?

[Seriously, guy, you're almost a dead ringer for that Loqi dude.]

[It's probably a good thing all their clothes were taken because admittedly it'd be kind of hard to deny that while wearing a military uniform um. There is a pause, like he's considering something but he settles with:]

...No, I'm not. I'm on neither side of the conflict.

[Reassuring??? maybe not??]

[Apparently it is, because Prompto drops all his tension with a humongous phew.]

Okay. Okay, sorry, I just... it's been a really long couple of days, dude, and throwing this on top is just. It's just a lot.

[He plunks that heavy book on the table and lets his head and arms flop across the surface beside it. It's been less than an hour and he's already exhausted.]

Why does everything happen so much?

[And with that, Slaine lets himself relax as well when he finally steps into the room to get a better idea of who he was talking to. There's a slightly questioning look at the book (??? why was he even holding that) but his attention is back on Prompto when he talks.]

N-no, it's all right. I apologize for my conduct as well. [And he'll bow quickly at him. Also totally going to be taking that question literally??]

I'm... not sure why, but if we look around this place more, we may be able to find an exit.

[Prompto lifts his head in time to catch the bow, and he straightens up, looking awkward and sheepish kneeling behind the table like that.]

Oh, dude, hey, uh. No need to bow to me. [He lifts his hands. Easy there, buddy.] I'm not royalty or anything. My name's Prompto Argentum. What's yours?

[He finally stands and brushes off the knees of his jumpsuit before offering Slaine a still-awkward smile.]

[He kind of blinks at the reaction. Right... probably not Versian, which is a good sign. He still straightens up before introductions, though.]

Slaine Troyard. Um... pleased to meet you, even under the circumstances.

[He also... doesn't really smile back, but he does look awkward?! That's one out of two, right?]

Heh, yeah, it's really not the best way to meet people, huh? ...Sorry for almost throwing a book at your head.

[Prompto takes the opportunity to take stock of the room, crossing his arms and peering at the tables and shelves.]

Man, what is this place?

Oh.

[He was bluffed out with a book... should he feel ashamed? Maybe a little??]

No, please don't worry about it.

[But since Prompto's looking around, Slaine figures he might as well too, although he handles the stuff a little daintily. That sure is Candyland he's holding.]

I believe this is a recreational room. [...] It seems... they really are serious about keeping us here for a while.

[He should maybe feel ashamed a little, yeah. Prompto does not cut a particularly threatening figure, book or no book.]

I... I guess that's better than a prison without a rec room...

[He picks nervously at his PIP, though not hard enough to trigger the electric shock function, and keeps looking.]

But if they got us in, there's got to be a way to get ourselves out, too. That's, you know. Just how entrances work.

[Shame duly noted!! Which may register a little later after looking around more.]

Right. I haven't explored much else around this place yet, but hopefully we can find something we can use. And... if we find any wardens around, we might be able to interrogate them for information too.

[He's ready...?? ...And sort of wishes he had a gun.]

Interrogate? Like... interrogate interrogate?

[Slaine, my dude, that is so something an Imperial officer would say.]

Um... does it mean something else to you?

[it just means getting information out of people however possible, right???]

You don't mean torture, right? Like in the movies?

[Like what Prompto's been afraid will happen to him since the moment he assumed he was in an Imperial base?]

N-no, that's not what I meant. [He lets out a short exhale.] But I thought if there were any, they should know more than us about what's going on here.

Oh. Yeah, I guess that'd make sense if there's a person in charge around here...

[As opposed to what, Prompto?]

There should be. It looks too elaborate to just be the work of some disorganized kidnappers.

[Probably...?? Hm.]

Well, yeah, of course. I assumed this was part of a base.

[Which is why he was panicking.]

Though I guess an Imperial base with a rec room doesn't make a whole lot of sense, either.

Imperial...?

[Vers is an Empire with all the stuff that entails but Slaine is pretty sure their bases don't look like this?? Also people don't really go around calling them Imperial such and such, but.]

Um... are you talking about the Vers Empire?

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