trustfell | Induction.

You've all had some time to get to know each other; whether or not you're all getting along is another matter. Either way, one thought pattern seems to be pretty prevalent, no matter what you think of this entire situation –

Where, exactly, is the Conductor?

That question isn't going to be answered in full, even now; if you were hoping to work out exactly who the Conductor is...well, that's not going to be readily answered, either. What you are going to get, however, is the sound of that public address box mounted into the wall somewhere above your heads crackling to life; it's staticky and a little grating at first, like someone's fiddling with the volume control somewhere, but eventually it clears up.

"Ah, is it..?"

It's a little uncertain at first, but that, too, clears up soon enough; it's a male voice, at least that much is discernible.

"Greetings to the lot of you, the new class at Graceside Academy; I trust you've familiarized yourself with the rules.

"You can call me the Conductor."

[OOC: You can be heard just fine through the PA system, so feel free to ask any questions your little heart desires; brackets are fine, you don't need to use prose!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Conductor-san, Conductor-san!

[has her hands cupped around her mouth and is shouting and everything. just to make sure he can hear her. because she has a very important question.]

Did you bring us here to chop up our bodies and sell us as marital aids on the black market, Conductor-san?

[ ...Jesus Christ. ]

You have one hell of an active imagination, don't you?

--what!? Is this common where you come from?

I don't think he plans to do that.

[No words, just staring.]

I... No?

[what the actual hell is wrong with like half of the people here especially you]

[to everyone else:] We wouldn't have known for sure if I hadn't asked! [SO STOP FUCKIN JUDGING JFC]

[to Conductor:] Good! And you're not going to chop us up and turn us into fancy restaurant sushi either, right!