However, what absolutely should be reported was the visible panic gripping the organizers as they struggled to make sense of what in Solaris was happening to their event.
Because no.
Everything was not fine.
By this point, several committee members were in varying states of bedriddenness, not because they were injured, but because their families would not stop hounding them.
Calls came in from neighboring systems. Messages arrived from distant galaxies. And if there was a way for people from the afterlife to call, they were certain they would have gotten those calls too.
"What do you mean you can't go inside?!" one wife demanded over a call, her voice sharp enough to cut through reinforced walls.
"I told you!" her unfortunate husband hissed back, rubbing his temples. "Even as organizers, we can't just barge in there. The judges can. Not me!"
He looked around helplessly.
