“All D-Class personnel, please report to room A12 for your orientation. Repeat, all D-Class personnel…”That’s the sound you awaken to, the static-tainted voice of a woman filling your ears as your mind jerks back to reality and your body shakes off the last vestiges of slumber. You look around the room you’re in – completely white, painfully so, with only the “bed” you are lying on, a toilet, a wash basin and a desk, complete with chair, as the sparse furniture on it. The door is different, an imposing beast of dark grey metal that suddenly slides open with a hiss, allowing a…. man? You think it’s a man, the voice is male, but you can’t tell because of the fact that they are dressed in what looks suspiciously like riot gear, their face hidden by a reflective visor.
Though, you’re paying more attention to the rifle resting leisurely in their arms.
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Alright, you heard the lady, get a move on. And don’t try any funny business, I’m authorised to put a bullet in you if you do,”You decided it’s best not to argue with the guy with the big gun and follow him through the halls, all the same painful white. A number of doors pass you on the way, but your guide doesn’t exactly give you time to see what each door leads to or to read the signs beside some of them, and you would rather not give him a reason to put that gun to use. Eventually, he stops at one door and turns to you, a nod of the head the only indication that this is your destination. You head inside, the door hissing shut behind you.
Seems you are not the only person called for this meeting: inside the room is several rows of chairs. Most of them are empty, but there’s ten that are not. You take your seat next to someone, making a point to ignore the other armed guards scattered around the perimeter of the room. You think about trying to make small talk with your neighbour, but when some of the others try to do that just before you, one of the guards steps forward and you all fall silent. The guard steps back into place and no more conversation is made.
After what seems like an eternity, you hear the hiss of the door as a trio of people walk in. Two of them look no different from the faceless guards surrounding the room, and they take their places on either side of the podium at the front of the room, where the third person now stands. Cold eyes stare at you from behind glasses, the woman’s hair tied back into a severe-looking bun, a pen emerging from the pockets of the white coat she has on.
“Now then,” she speaks and you realise that this is the same woman from the PA system that woke you,
“I’m Doctor Wilson, and I’m the one in charge of you during your time here.
Let’s keep this short and simple. You are all here because you…volunteered to become test subjects in return for reduced sentences. Now, what does that entail? Simple: When we do experiments on the artefacts we have stored here, you will simply need to do as we tell you. Then, at the end of the month, you get to leave. Go home, do whatever it is people like you do, so on and so forth. But until then, you belong to the Foundation, and you WILL do as you are told, if you don’t want to have any accidents.
Now, the guards will escort you to the cafeteria for a few hours to get acclimatised, after which you will be returned to your cells. We shall begin work tomorrow,”With that, she turns and leaves along with her escort. Once they are gone, the other guards step forward and usher your little group out of the room and down the corridor once more, this time ending up in a large room, very much a stereotypical cafeteria. The doctor from before is already here, muttering darkly as she goes over several papers at a table in the corner.
Perhaps now would be a good time to get to know each other….?
You have 24 hours to introduce yourselves.
Anyone who doesn't will receive their first and only warning.
by Whatsuppeople » Tue Mar 24, 2020 3:19 pm 
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