At about six o'clock, Pam went up to the fourth floor and started summoning people to a mandatory meeting, set to start at about seven. She knew that no one would take her as seriously as they would someone like Cecilia or Owen, but at this point people must have seen the network messages! And if they hadn't, she would tell them about the messages, and promise them more information at the meeting. She stressed that everyone should go, even after screaming over Lennon's injuries when he finally opened his door. She argued that it was most important that he come, because he would surely want justice, because he was a victim. She made the same argument for Oliver to tell Marco when he opened his door, even though just opening the door had caused Marco to try to hide behind a pillow.
After going from door to door, she returned to the dining room, where she spent most of her afternoon with Felix. Setting up hadn't been too hard, in the long run. A quick count had revealed that there was still only 25 of them, and fitting in one more chair than they usually squeezed in hadn't been too hard. Even then, she wondered if the effort had been worth it. Again, she didn't have much faith in people to take her seriously, even considering current events.
Thankfully, it seemed like less chaotic days was a common interest, and people began filtering in closer to seven. If they were expecting food, they would be disappointed; Pam had only bothered to bring out a few large bags of potato chips and some sodas. This seemed too important to be interrupted by people asking to pass the salt or whatever. This was for problem solving. Besides, she was no Jack. Cooking for everyone sounded exhausting, and it wasn't something that she was going to try when she had a meeting to run.
At just about seven, with most of the chairs occupied, Pam took a long drink of her water before standing up at the head of the table, in front of everyone. She'd never had a problem speaking in front of any of these people before, but now that she was in charge, she couldn't help but feel nervous, especially with Simms sitting there. Chase's network post had made him sound dangerous, and though he was handcuffed and being guarded, she couldn't help but glance over at him nervously. She had no idea if he was responsible for the fiasco with Hathaway, but from what she had read, she didn't like him either way.
"Ahem… Hello!" she squeaked, waving. Was that already too pleasant? Had she started off badly? She took a deep breath and scanned the room. "So these last few days have gotten really bad, maybe starting with the murder of Hathaway, and going up to today and all the craziness that I don't actually know much about but probably other people do… So… We need to make sure that this all stops happening because we have enough to worry about in this place that we shouldn't have to worry about terrible people in the house sneaking into people's rooms and stealing their stuff or forcing themselves on ladies, which is something I talked about last time. This time we need to get serious, and figure out what to do about… About that. Because, you know, Hathaway died, but next time it could be one of us. Someone left caltrops… All of this is just a disaster."
In hindsight, maybe she should have spent more time preparing a speech.