An unrecognized woman walks onto the stage as the presentation software that feeds the projector seems to crash and reboot without prompting. She's wearing casual clothes. Not business casual and definitely not the "look how much of a relatable person I am" casual popular in the tech scene, but actually wearing patterned sweats and a well-worn hoodie that seems to be clashing colors severely. One of the ushers in the audience looks around for security, just in time to see the tiny LEDs on the auditorium doors switch from green to red. They try to run for the nearest door, but like the others seated, they cannot move. They try to scream for help, but like the others seated, they cannot make a sound. The woman has been poking at the microphone on the to make sure that it works while the audience understands the ways in which they are trapped. Finally she clears her throat and speaks.
"My name is Alice, and I have the honor of making the final presentation for today. I am here to talk to you in exhaustive detail about the various clues in the Pajama Sam games that imply that Sam survived Sburb as a God Tier Heir of Light and is actively repressing the entire experience." The projector switches to a clearly-rushed photoshop of Pajama Sam with the Light classpect symbol poorly edited onto his pajamas.
It is 9 AM. The presentations were scheduled to end at 4 PM today.