"My name is Eriko Zamora," the girl greeted, bowing.
"Or Iko, if you like." Faussin waved to her, cautiously. He'd thought finding more people would help his nerves (though looking back on it, he wasn't sure why), but these two new characters were only making him more nervous. They felt too calm.
Eriko clapped her hands together, looking over the group one more time. After a moment, she smiled.
"You all seem fun. Some more than others, I'll admit, but that I expected. Does anyone know why we're here? Or where 'here' is?" He shook his head.
"No. We all--" Before he could finish, he was interrupted by static. Fairly obvious speakers that he somehow hadn't seen before broadcasted an announcement, ordering that all students report to the gym. Faussin stood for a moment, staring at the speakers in disbelief.
"Bozos in the gym," Eriko repeated, seeming completely unaffected.
"I suppose that means there are even more of us. Shall we go greet them in the gym? Assuming you folks know where the gym actually is, because I don't." A gym? How big is this place? Faussin tucked his hands under his jacket, eyes straying to the camera in the corner of the room. He met its gaze, but only for a second--it was as if he could feel someone staring right back at him.
"Uh, I-I think I saw a sign in the other room about a sports center. Maybe the gym is over there."Eriko smiled.
"Perfect. In what direction is the 'other room'?" Faussin gestured to the lobby door. Not looking back to see if they were following, Eriko headed toward the door and the supposed direction of the gym. Faussin followed, and when they stepped into the lobby, he realized there was a camera there as well.
"A-are there cameras in every room?" Faussin mumbled, mostly to himself.
Sure enough, there were. As the group made their way to the gym (other students joining them along the way, all seeming just as lost as everyone else), Faussin spotted a camera and speaker in every room they passed. He rubbed his arms nervously, unable to shake the feeling of eyes constantly staring him down.
Faussin and several other students made their way into the gym. A tall girl with a pair of glasses and an authoritative stance took a headcount, then pursed her lips and looked back toward the door.
"There are fifteen of us here, but sixteen in a class. Where's the last person?""Uh." A voice came from outside the door. It opened, slightly, then closed on itself.
"Hold on a second, I just need to--okay, I think I've got it." The door opened again, and a young man hauling a chair began to ease his way in. He maneuvered carefully, apparently trying very hard not to hurt his chair in any way.
"Do you, uh. Do you need some help with that?" Someone called.
"I'm fine, don't worry," the boy assured them. A few moments later, he somehow got his chair through the doorway and triumphantly set it down, sitting on it as if it were a throne. He sighed wistfully.
"Yes, I knew it. I love my chair."Another person coughed.
"Weirdo."