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

Really? [ Now gee, why doesn't she quite believe that. ] Then you have a plan?

My plan is to, uh, just...just get a club and kinda bash everybody over the head with it. Then, I can - I can end the exercise and go home a-and play a fuckton of vidya.

I...

[ how does she respond to that ]

I meant a plan that isn't quite so... [ what's a nice word for stupid ] If you're a genius, figure out a plan that doesn't involve killing everyone.