The Living Room
It's...odd. The only door in this place that could possibly head outside is locked tightly, guarded by what looks to be a number code and an entire loaded machine gun. Surrounding this door looks to be a strange, almost expansive living space, leading to a door to the theatre room and access to the main hallway.
Stranger: "So...you're saying that you think Seven Stones is a sleeper agent?"
Dax: "Precisely," Dax says, sitting on the couch alongside MX-Z0 and Stranger. "My tests show that something lurks inside of Seven Stones...something that wants to come out. He has secrets~! So many secrets."
MX-Z0: "That...seems improbable, Dax."
Dax: "...Mrrrp."
Dax seems to open their mouth to speak, but then a noise is heard coming down the hall...
Ivan: Step. Step.
Ivan turns the corner, their scars still visible yet mostly healed, and they give a small, timid wave at the others.
Stranger: "Finally out of your room, huh?" Stranger says with a smile. "I was pretty worried about you, you know."
MX-Z0: "I believe a majority of us were. How are you feeling, Ivan?"
Ivan: "...Not the best," he admits, sitting on a chair adjacent to the couch, "but I can't just stay in my dorm forever. Letting this all get me down is what that prawn probably wants, ya know?"
MX-Z0: Nod. "A likely conclusion. While I cannot say everyone will forgive you for what you've done...much of its brutality was not your fault. I would moreso blame...the green one, for that."
Stranger: "...Clober?"
MX-Z0: "Yes. Her name slipped from my memory...also, I have not seen her for some time? Any idea where she's been?"
Dax: "I always see her slipping in and out of the AV room, and not much else...curious."
Ivan: Ivan sighs.
"I don't expect anyone to forgive me...but Lotus wanted me alive, and I have to keep going for them, ya know? Trying to stay optimistic here. Probably do some good old fashioned repenting too."
He chuckles at the end, but the serious tone in his voice makes it seem like not a joke in its entirety. And as Ivan goes to say more...
The Destroyer: DING-DING-DING!
"Ahem...Attention, Attention! It is time for the next motive! Please, I need all of you to report to the theatre room once more, for cards and games!"
Stranger: Well, shit.
Stranger lets out a long, annoyed groan. "Goddammit. Just when things seemed to be calming down...here we go again."
He gets up, stretching a bit. "Off we go, I guess."
As he heads to the theatre room, the other three follow him.