"I'll send the message along, but looking at my itinerary, I may be there before the message. I have to crash a meeting between an old friend of mine and his daughter." Derple gets a last few bits of the behind the scenes as the Johnson zips up and prepares to leave. "And if you get first, I'll not only take that hug, you're getting dinner as you give it."<br/><br/>The hours to the rules explanation are fairly nice, other than the editing reminding Derple of the anal assault that she'd endured in that lumpy chair. She'd heard of those folding metal chairs being pains in the ass, but never had she thought it was so literal. It was like the most inconsiderate dwarf ever deciding to explore her behind... if dwarfs never got soft and started off painfully cold.<br/><br/>Then comes 'hall' where the explanation of the rules and it's... very much the opposite of painfully cold and hard, at least to start. Everyone's rounded up out of the holding rooms, and put in a sweltering auditorium (must be the body heat).<br/><br/>All the trolls she could see and a few of the tallest members of other metahuman types had to sit on the floor while the others sat on stools or chairs. Almost everyone was equal in being naked. The start of this event, the almost embarrassingly energetic Atzlaner says, is dead simple. You and a number of people between two and six are going to be released into chambers of a pyramid. There you have to form groups.<br/><br/>A picture overlays both the speaker and the wall behind her. If you're not out by the hour, drones will be used and you will be shot. Outside, you will get a little bit of gear, and a clue to your team's vehicle. Work your way to the vehicle and find where you're going to be camping for a few days to perhaps weeks. But you wont' be the only ones at each site. If you can capture enemies, all the better. You'll be told there how they can help you.<br/><br/>Then you'll get called back in. First group to get to the top of the temple and hold it for an hour gets first place. That team gets a ride back, money, their stuff, choice of the losers' stuff, and an officially issued corporate limited SIN for being a part of Aztechnology's internal works. Any team member can give up part of that prize with no penalty. Second and third places get judged and get lesser prizes, which will be explained later.<br/><br/>The corp person doesn't say that, but  some hands on her shoulders (which don't stay there long) distract Derple just enough so that she'll have to get the rest of it later from her recordings.<br/><br/>By the time she's ... less distracted, everyone's being told to stand, because it's time to get everyone loaded up for transport. And that's got to be the cheeriest anyone's ever said something like that in the history of the world.<br/><br/>Once again Derple manages to have some mixed luck. The holding room's larger (and has a makeshift bathroom set up in the rear) but she's sharing it. For however many hours until they arrive, a rather lithe, red-haired elf with a seriously chromed arm and her muttering are her companions.