The confessional is the interview part of Labyrinth lands which occurs after every showing. The surviving wanderers are allowed to speak with a holographic host and audience, All of who asks a variety of different topics of what just happened.

After the first confessional, Wanderers will start getting Fan Loot boxes. Most will be just items the fans can buy from the interdimensional D/Monix corporation that existed on earth before the show started. The more expensive items can be given by sponsors, assuming the Wanderer in question has a popular enough following.

During an confessional, all combat and HUD info is cut off, and the Wanderers are at the mercy of their cooperate sponsors. Even the System AI is not available for comment...but that might be a good thing.

When you descend down the escalator, there is a bright light. Suddenly you find yourselves in what looks like a waiting room. There is several seats, posters on the wall showing aliens of various kinds holding microphones and speaking to a crowd of aliens. There are writings, but in languages you don't know.

The room is not empty. It has other people...Wanderers, like you. However, Nathan, Conner, and Tsuki notice that Dee, Malcom, and John M are missing.

Sitting in various chairs, are new wanderers you never seen before.

OOC-New Players! You have just seen the old players appear. There does not seem to be a way out of this room. The doors don't open or break. You have all just come from a ancient seeming labyrinth fight spiders and spider-like goblins. Maybe you had other people with you, but they have not been transferred to this room upon using the escalator like you did.

Please post your appearance at what you are doing in the room at the time.

There is a vending machine in the corner. It does not work. It also cannot be broken into. It does have candy.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 19:19, Tue 28 June 2022.

Moya should not be as relaxed as she appears to be.  The remains of her team has been taken from her with Hank and Wee Davey being wanted to fill specialist spaces in other teams, that's what she was told anyway.  Now she is alone, waiting for the others she will join with to enter.

She is not armoured.  In fact, she wears a minimal of clothing to preserve modesty although with ink covering her creamy white skin, she feels more dressed than she appears to the outside eye.  She moves gracefully, making the most of the body she has and smiling a white-toothed smile to those around her.  She notices quickly that the vending machine is not working and so she doesn't waste her energy for now.  Instead she shakes the silken waterfall of darkness that is her hair and moves with serpentine grace to take a seat.

"Hi there everybody here and across the Galaxy.  I'm Moya and I'm well pleased to meet you.  I hope we can have a lot of fun together."  She winks at the point where she imagines the camera to be and licks her lips.
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Chalei'nh leans back in her seat and drapes an arm over the backrest to get a better look at the newcomers without having to twist her neck in an odd angle. She had one leg folded with an ankle resting on her other leg

- "Ah, i was wondering when you'd get here. How was the spider demon maze?"

While her skin and hair were differing shades of green, and her elfin ears were long enough to point out from under her hair, she was wearing clothing that would not have looked much out of the ordinary back on Earth, being black cargo pants and a simple black shirt with a depiction of what appeared to be an alien metal band on it. She was also fairly tall at a little over seven feet.

- "I'm Chalei'nh, by the way. Looking forward to working with you."

While she did remain seated, she would offer a fist bump to anyone passing by if they were so inclined.

Moya bumps fists with Chalei'nh and says, "Och I'm well pleased tae meet ye Chalei'nh hen.  As I said, I'm Moya."

Chalei'nh smiled in response, and leaned a little to the side, trying to get a glimpse of whether Moya was carrying something on her back.

- "Pleasure's all mine. Say, i didn't spot a weapon on you, are you one of them magic flingers, a monk like me or just plain unlucky with starting positions?"

Moya showed her weapon. It's small but sharp. It's a sickle. "I guess it's as much a tool as a weapon but aye, I'm a Cleric. I was a shaman in Embra and no much has changed cept magic seems Tae work now."

Chalei'nh grinned in response.

- "Oh, nice! I tooled into Cleric as well, but as a Devotion, so you're likely going to be better at it than me. I guess that makes me your backup?"

She tilted her head slightly to the side.

- "Where's Embra, by the way? Can't say i ever heard of that one."

Moya grins, "Ca'al ae Scotland.  Dunedin in Gaelic."

Chalei'nh nodded. She didn't know enough about Scotland to know where exactly that was, but she knew where the country more or less was from playing Medieval 2. Close enough.

- "Nice! Brisbane, Australia here, but came in from Serbia so my own accent's less interesting than yours. Haven't been there long enough to pick up the Aussie one, i'm afraid."

At that moment, when the two ladies were cit-chatting, a young man walked in. He had short, brown hair and wore Explorer's clothing with a cloak with the hood down. On closer inspection, he was very human-appearing. As far as human standards went, he was fairly pleasant on the eyes. His skin was unblemished and his features seemed almost...too unblemished. Perfect bodily symmetry, no freckles and moles, etc. It had seemed that this young man most likely was a human who had re-formatted himself into some sort of idealized version of a human rather than some other species like an elf or lizardman or something.

Connor looked around, and noted how weird it felt with Cabochon's presence hovering nearby, and the silence left in the wake of the absence of his arrogant chattering. He was surprised by how accustomed and comfortable he had become with the familiar, and having him unavailable felt weird.

"Weird. We're missing people, and now there's some new people instead. Did these game hosts do something messed up and take them somewhere else? Maybe there's more than one confessional and they are trying to mix survivors up. Like they haven't mixed things up enough already." Connor said with a sarcastic roll of his eyes.

He looked around.

"Alright Team? Whoever's still here is everyone okay? The elevator thing didn't mess with anyone else? I seem fine although cannot bring Cabochon out from my HUD but I can tell he's in there somehow. Like he's in my inventory or something."

"I am still amongst the living Conner if you call this living."  say the human following behind Conner. The man also wore leather armor along with a dark cloak. He was carrying a musket that had a scope attached to it. He had the build of someone more wiry than strong.

He is looking around the room as if looking for trouble. For wanderers who have survived this long would recognize what he is doing. The difference is that he observing in a more relaxed manner, looking this was an almost automatic action much like breathing

Chalei'nh looked at Nathan and Connor as they walked in.

- "Hey. Yeah, they probably want to switch things up with group compositions to keep people off balance, makes for more entertainment value i guess."

She gave a 'what can you do' shrug, before giving a somewhat painful looking grin.

- "Hope it goes better than my last group though..."

Moya stood up, moving slowly so as to avoid seeming threatening. "Hiya. I'm Moya fi Scotland and my team got split as well, they said it's because we're specialists. I'm a herbalist and healer, Wee Davey is the best scavenger in all Scotland (and that was true before we even came down here) and Hank was a musician but now he's a bard. Problem is the goblins killed Amal on the way down and Hassan lost his mind when he saw the guy wi the tentacles., so now I'm here and I hope I can help. and hopefully make this entertaining for the fans.".

After a beat she said, "Or maybe it's because we're all fi E'nboro", slowing down the last word to make Edinburgh easier to understand.
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Chalei'nh winced as she listened to the fate of Moya's old group.

- "Ouch... In my case, i spent like half a day in character creation working on the details, so i was pretty tired when i got here. While i was taking a nap, my party -- geniuses that they were -- decided to split up to cover more ground. Went about as well as you'd expect."

She patted her shirt, which had obviously alien markings on it.

- "So, after that i spent most of my time in the previous labyrinth kiting what i couldn't outrun and trying to make it to the exit. I did run into some dying alien dude about my size that had gotten himself poisoned, so i took his clothes before his corpse disappeared. Not my finest hour, but i didn't get a new set of clothes when i started the labyrinth and going commando under a white cotton bathrobe made for someone a foot shorter ain't exactly the best setup for doing high kicks in."

- "Now, the good news is i'm trying to focus into Medicine and should be getting healing spells sometime soon, so if you see me eyeing your boots there's no more reason to be alarmed."

She chuckled as she looked at the others, not sure if they would get her attempt at gallows humor, but hoping they did.

Connor listened politely as the two women spoke, although did turn to Nathan and acknowledged the man knowingly.

"Nathan! Excellent. I think I saw Tsuki around here somewhere too but she must be in the restroom or something. But yeah the other three are just gone. I can't do anything about it right now and maybe we will see them later. Hopefully they are okay and D'Monix didn't do something dishonorable to them." he said, turning to the two women.

"Well I'm not going to judge you for how you survived, as long as you didn't actively backstab people and such. Which it doesn't sound like is the case. I know I had to basically sneak my way to the first guildroom while others were setting off traps and being killed by spiders and gremlins and it wasn't my coolest moment either. But I didn't lie to anyone or betray anyone and that's what counts." Connor said to them.

"By the way, I am Connor. I'm basically the facilitator of our group, if you will. I'm smarter than just about everyone now and I use that to help plot and plan for the party as well as interact with the game's knowledge check system, and I also have powers that I use to help grant the party options they don't normally have and to give them extra protection in a pinch. I do have some healing and support options from elixers I can make, but I also can make things like acid flasks and try to predict what can be useful to the group and mix batches of stuff every day. According to this game's logic, I am an Abjuration Wizard with a sub-class of alchemist." he said.

In reply to Nathan (msg # 14):

As Nathan examines the room, he manages to spot a very slight sheen over the floors, walls, and any other non living thing in the room. Most likely that is why the doors dont open and the vending machine cannot be broken into. However, even more interesting it the fact that the normal Information messages the AI would send it due to his special abilities seems to not be working. Nor does his HUD.

In fact, he noticed that in the pervious times, the AI would have said something to him by now. If only a annoying insult. Now there seems no way to contact the machine...for good or ill.
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Chalei'nh nodded as Connor introduced himself.

- "Well, i haven't got that much game experience, so i went with what i wanted out of the game. I figured the best place to be was self sustainability, so i went with a class that didn't rely on armor or a weapon and could take a couple of hits, and this one had the potential of getting some kung fu magic going. The ability to shrug off spells sounded important enough, and that's what my class is actually pretty good at. Supporting that, i took a healing and buffing class as Dedication to build on that so i'll be versatile enough to deal with whatever comes my way. In game terms, i'm a Monk with Cleric subclass."

She tilted her head, frowning slightly as she looked at the others.

- "By the way, are we supposed to roleplay this stuff? I don't mind either way, but if we're going to be working together it helps to be in the same mindset."
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Moya cocked her head on one side and asked, "How'dye mean 'Role play?'  I would assume we need to do our things in the best way to help the group service while doing so in as entertaining a way as possible, because I'm guessing the people watching want ae get som'n out of it, aye?"

Connor shook his head.

"I've already lost enough to this damned game. I'm not losing my identity too. I mean I'm already naturally slipping into a wizard-role just in my dat to day happenings now. I don't need to go out of my way and talk like it's the middle ages out of a book and some such." Connor replied.

"But no you don't have to role play, to answer your question. I do think, however, that it is good to enjoy your powers and get comfortable in your skin so to speak.

Chalei'nh half-shrugged as she turned to Moya.

- "Oh, basically pretend you're a Monk instead of someone pretending to be a Monk. So i'd go around saying that in my youth, the Head Monks considered me to have the highest powerlevel out of all the young initiates, or Connor on how he was the first to be able to cast firebolt twice at his age or something. Characterization for entertainment value basically, since the System AI is kind of a dick so we have to rely more on the audience."