INTERIOR:
The lair of the Board of Curators. Long shadows flank a dark hallway, ending in massive wooden doors flickered by the light of a torch, fueled by a long-abandoned Truman the Tiger mascot head. They say the flame never dies, but only burns brighter when all nine Curators meet. Such as right now.
[LOUD GAVEL POUNDING]
[Cut to a hooded figure sitting at the head of a table, camera slowly pulls back to reveal four hooded figures sitting on either side of an ostentatiously long table that extends into more shadows]
[The figure lowers their hood]
Julia Brncic: As senior member of this sacred nine-person council of highly-esteemed curators, I hereby call this meeting into session.