Day 2: The Motives

[pandatrash]

[Your first "chillaxin day" comes and goes. No exits are found, no help has come, no real explanations are given. But all of a sudden, the tablets reboot and start showing... a spreadsheet. Well, that's something, at least.]

[Tycoon is out in full force today, dashing up to everyone he meets and handing each of them a cute envelope with their name written on the front in crayon. If they should look inside, they'll find their murder carrot written there, as well as, "FOR YOUR EYES ONLY." If your character is one of the ones who has no bribe for which they would kill an innocent person, they will instead find a picture of dickbutt, but with their own face crudely drawn on it, and helpful "DIS U" with an arrow, just in case the point was missed.]

((🔪 Setting
🔪 If you haven't filled out the character list and IC profiles yet, please do that. Until those are done, we have the aforementioned spreadsheet the raccoons are still fixing their tablet software, okay).
🔪 Trust sheets are due Sunday, 6pm PST
🔪If you decide to drop but would like to play out a death scene, you can comment here to volunteer to die.
🔪 We had two last-minute drops: Hiyoko, who did not intro, and Kaito, who would like to retcon having intro'd. The original sign still said 32... well, lbr, raccoons aren't that good at counting.

SOME THREAD LINKS:
McGonagall gives a speech
Oops the library is on fire))

Comments

[theyregooddogs]

Thank you for the, ah, inspired speech. To clear something up, you think we will be returned where we came from?

[piertotumlocomotor]

I cannot guarantee they will do such thing, but for the time being I don't see why they wouldn't return us to our homes.

[And if they don't...well, we'll all see what to do]

[theyregooddogs]

No one can guarantee too much here.

I don't think I caught your name . . .

[piertotumlocomotor]

Minerva McGonagall, headmistress at...a school completely unrelated to this one.

[She's used to introducing herself by mentioning her role as headmistress at Hogwarts, but it's not easy to supress a habit in a day.

But yeah, this sure explains why she felt as such ease giving speeches and talking with authority, eh?]

[theyregooddogs]

Nice to meet you, Minerva. I'm Will.

Mind if I ask where your school was located?

[piertotumlocomotor]

[McGonagall doesn't waver, but maybe Will may feel her wariness increasing.

Well, not that it wouldn't have been obvious by what she says:]

Unfortunately I can't reveal such information -- for the safety of my students.

[Her accent does seem to indicate it's somewhere in the United Kingdom, at least]

[theyregooddogs]

[can tell but won't assume, especially since accents don't mean that person stays where they got it from]

It's a private school with a secret location? Must make getting mail difficult. Can you give me the country, at least? There's a trend among nationalities that could mean something.

Me, I'm what you would call a Yankee.

[piertotumlocomotor]

[For a moment McGonagall hesitates, but finally relents:]

Scotland.

[She clarifies something, too]

It's a private school, indeed, and the reasons for its location to not be disclosed are something I'm not going to discuss, but I can assure you we're well-connected. It's simply for convenience we keep it hidden, that's just how it has been since it was founded long ago.

[Well, 'convenience' is kind of not the word to use?]

[theyregooddogs]

So, convenience and tradition.

You've always been an educator?

[piertotumlocomotor]

I worked two years in the government before leaving it to be a teacher. That was seventy years ago.

[So...yes, pretty much always!]

I cannot imagine I'd feel satisfied anywhere else besides the school I have taught at for so long.

[theyregooddogs]

[a surprised laugh, caught off guard by her age]

It nurtured you, then you nurtured it.