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!]

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[icysemblance]

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Really?

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[rickdiculous]

I'm a "straight-to-the-point" kinda guy!

[icysemblance]

You're an idiot.

[And that's a straight-to-the-point answer.]

[rickdiculous]

Well, you're wrong, and also probably braindead. Gu-guess it's all that hair dye running down into your brain.

[icysemblance]

[She is rolling her eyes.]

First, I'm at the top of my class, thank you very much, and second, I don't dye my hair.

How does saying 'I'm planning to kill everyone' in a room full of people not come out to be a stupid life choice?