Induction.

[antitrust]

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!]

Comments

[antitrust]

[...Well, yes, understandably so; it'd probably be more of a surprise if everyone didn't...]

You didn't sign up, no. To be blunt, none of you did - the Academy selected you, you didn't select it.

[forcegalactic]

So, kidnappin', then. [Knew it.]

I've heard of a few academies in my time, and all of them send a letter of acceptance, then welcome its students with lunch and free trinkets they throw away a few months later. This ain't an academy.

[antitrust]

What you've received is arguably better than that. I can assure you that you will be completely provided for to the best of the facility's ability, for the entire duration of your stay.

Do you not find that sufficient?

[forcegalactic]

No, if you did the right research, the tech in this buildin' ain't what I'm used to. Don't you got any computers here? Key cards? Washin' machines?

An' what're we supposed to do while we're here, anyway?

[antitrust]

You're inconvenienced. That doesn't mean you're not provided for.

As for what you do, that's up to your own discretion.

[forcegalactic]

[Still...it'd be nice is he had something familiar here.]

Don't academies got programs or classes? Iffen we're supposed to do whatever we want, it ain't much of a school!

...And what's with these rules on violence? What kind of school allows that sort of trouble in its place?

[antitrust]

None of the rules explicitly state that you need to be violent; perhaps the Academy just expects you all to be able to supervise yourselves with half a shred of decorum.

[forcegalactic]

Not bannin' violence against each other or against you is a mighty bad way to run a business, let me tell you. My rival saloon, O'Tooles? He's the one who don't got any rules against trouble in his place, and you know what happens? [Not giving time for the Conductor to answer.] All sorts of outlaws come over and take full advantage of it.

Wouldn't it be safer to have a rule like that, just in case?

[antitrust]

Do you think the others locked in here with you are going to take advantage of it like that?

That's an interesting accusation against such a large number of people that you don't know.

[forcegalactic]

You never know. It's more common than you think.

[He looks at the rest of the room. Sure, there's a few people he deems less dangerous than others, but the problem with trusting people not to do something is that they more often than not break that promise and do it anyway.

Might as well do his best to avoid potential trouble.]

[antitrust]

I wish you the best of luck in dealing with it, then.

The rules are as they are.