Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Quarter/Diya/Accept/Alone/Town
"Ahh... well, how do I say this." You feel you are very on the spot here, you have got an entire room full of women interrogating you. The worst part is, you actually really want them to like you. You don't think you have ever felt this much pressure to appeal to someone before. This is when you come to a realization, and you feel the only choice is, to be honest with them. "Well, you want the truth? The big truth of the matter is that you are all making me extremely nervous."
The Victorian-dressed woman gives you a very sour glare at these words, and as you look around the room to see the impact it has had on the other women you can see they don't really seem to like your answer either, some of them even seem to physically recoil in surprise as this was certainly not the response they were expecting.
"No, I'm serious," you tell them, "I just came to a realization here, and that actually is significant. I'm nervous as hell right now because... well... I care about what you ladies think about me. The reason I'm making a big deal about this is that I seriously don't give a shit about what the people in this town think about me, this town is rotten to its core and they can all burn in the hell of their own making for all I care."
"I'd have to say you're part of that hell, aren't you?" One of the other women, this time one dressed in the BDSM dominatrix style, fires back at you.
"And for that matter," the Victorian-dress woman who seems to be leading this interrogation comes back on the pressure, "what does any of this have to do with my question?"
"Ah... uhh... well, I was getting to that," you tell her, feeling yourself having to take a step back away from the woman as she leans into you. "I... what I'm saying, yes, you're right." You motion to the woman who called you part of the town's hell. "I... I kinda grew up in this town, I think you could say I'm as sick and twisted as the rest of them because I want to see them burn and I'm willing to use where I am now as a way to make it happen." There is shocked silence throughout the room, and as you look at the faces of the various women you can see several of them are visibly shaken, some even seem to be turning green at what you just said and they are looking at you like you are some kinda monster. Well, you suppose that certainly makes sense, they are all from outside the town and have the sensibilities of normal people and you just admitted you are perfectly willing to rape children just to sew chaos. You must seem like the worst kind of evil to them.
"Ahh... but!" You cut in, trying to cut off wherever their minds may be going, "but you ladies, you're all from outside the town, and I don't really see Luana and Diya as being part of the town either. I don't want to hurt those girls, I actually kinda sympathize with them because they are victims of the close-mindedness of this town. This is why I tried to give both girls as light of a punishment as I could get away with under the guidelines."
"So what was that business with Luana afterward?" This time it is the girls' kimono-dressed "Mother" Mariette who is addressing you, seeming to be offering some kinda physical support now for her "partner" Janne as she holds the younger woman up. "She said you were... well... how do I put this? I didn't see it happen, but Luana was making it out to be sorta a warning or something that she and Diya might get something worse next time if she tried to threaten some of Diya's tormenters again."
"Well," you say, "that's right, I don't think the girls should be punished at all, I think I ought to be allowed to just get rid of all the boys pestering Diya with the stroke of a pen, but my authority only stretches so far as me being able to decide punishments once the infractions are brought to my attention. So, I can't really do that. Also, this down is already against the girls, so if Luana keeps doing things that would be considered severe infractions on Diya's behalf, the ways the rules are written up I am going to have to be punishing the girls more severely than what I managed to have them skate by with this last time."
All the women in the room seem to be looking at one another for a bit, but the designated interrogator in the Victorian dress seems to be a bit more quick on the uptake due to her position and fires back quickly "and that would include you having sex with one of them?" She asks the question as though out of genuine curiosity, leaving you most decidedly even more off-balance than if it were an angry accusation. Damn! What's with the incredible ability for psychological manipulation these women have?
"Uhh... Well..."
Of course, the answer to that would be yes, but...