"People get things to do, here. Tasks, tests, whatever you want to call it. But yes, when we're 'off duty', as it were, we're free to do whatever. Except, they're always watching." Madison ate some more as she let Beatrice digest the information. "It depends. Since I've been here, which hasn't been long, we've had to fill out questionnaires about everyone else that were promptly made public the next day. Which is today - so if you hear fighting, that's why. Every little thing everyone said about everyone else - out in the open. Do be careful what discussion you accidentally find yourself in the middle of." She advised, patting Beatrice's hand briefly.
"And I heard something about a creepy poem showing up on the computers, people hearing voices around the house...But I think they test you physically as well. It's a mixed bag, I guess. No one knows exactly why. But the word 'subject' before a number betrays a certain...nature. I feel like this is some kind of experiment. Social, most likely." Considering she had just been invited to participate in Experience B, Madison couldn't be that far off the mark.