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

[mortyfied]

Yeah but we can't - w-we can't just go around and k... murder - everyone in this room! [He throws his arms up exasperatedly.]

E-everyone else is just as confused as we are! They probably - they gotta have families back home a-and they wanna get out just as much as we do.. s-so we should figure out how to save everyone, not just us.

[rickdiculous]

Wow, you know, here's Morty, always talking the high-road. I'm sure - sure that mental image of being a hero and - and worrying about everybody's families, sure it's really gonna help you out when you...you massage your balls later.

[mortyfied]

I'm being serious, Rick! [Leave it to grandpa to be generally unpleasant when you don't really need someone to be.]

[rickdiculous]

Yeah, so am I, Morty! I'm - I'm so serious right now! I got my serious-face on!

[mortyfied]

We - you're not killing anyone, okay?! [He's starting to feel really nervous with how much attention Rick's bringing to himself...]

Come on, l-let's just find another way out.. you can make another portal gun can't you?

[rickdiculous]

Where - where am I s-supposed to get parts for it, huh? There's no parts, Morty. There's no parts!

[mortyfied]

[He feels a small sense of dread in that statement, physically recoiling from his grandpa while his expression falls a little.]

B-but... I mean, y-you made a ship out of junk you found in our garage! S-so a portal gun... [Shouldn't be hard to make, is what he wants to say but Rick looks like he's certain they're fucked in that regard..]

[rickdiculous]

[Uggggghhhh, this kid can't even science.]

Yeah, but - but that was a garage, Morty. A portal gun, it's - it's more complicated, you little shit. You can't just - just go around wily-nily and make things out of other things if the other things are....are not capable of transferrsing dimensions. It's impossible, Morty. I-i-it's not real life.

[mortyfied]

Th-then... then just make another ship! Fly us - g-get us the hell out of here with that instead! [They don't need to skip dimensions to leave, right? Totally.]

[rickdiculous]

Oh, yeah. You know, listen to the ship expert over here. You ever try making a spaceship out of - out of what they've got here, Morty? They've got pianos a-and writing desks, what the hell kinda ship am I supposed to build out of that?!

[mortyfied]

I-I dunno! You're the scientist, figure something out!