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

[rickdiculous]

Nope. I'm - I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who has it, buddy. It's - it's right here. In my head. Where it should be.

[decrees]

You just announced to a room of twenty-eight other people as well as our kidnapper that you fully intend to kill us.

[That is not a very sound decision, sir.]

[rickdiculous]

Twenty-seven. My grandson is here. I'm...I'm not an animal that eats their young. That's just weird.

[i mean you know dude you...you gotta put some faith in rick]

[decrees]

I hope you have no plans of eating any of us.

[AGGRESSIVELY DRY REMARKS ASIDE--]

Do you expect us to just stand here while you attempt it?

[--nope, never mind, more dry remarks.]

[rickdiculous]

No, I expect you to kind of run away and m-m-maybe scream in terror. Maybe shit yourself a little bit. That's - that's sort of what happens when murder happens.

[decrees]

I've seen things far more terrifying than a crazy old man threatening to murder us all.

[rickdiculous]

Yeah, well, welcome to the club, pal. Y-you want a medal?

[decrees]

[sigh]

I'll deal with you after our questions have been answered. I don't have time for this.

[That said, he's definitely not going to be turning his back to you. Crazy old man or not, you can't write anyone off.]