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

Thank you for that. [ she's proud ] I don't want him thinking we're enemies on day 1, even if he doesn't seem antagonistic so far.

Give me a little credit, sis.

[ NOT A LOT, BUT A LITTLE... ]

Besides, enough people are yelling without me doing anything...

You can have all the credit.

[ Asides from the bad language. ]

They really are being rather... rude. [ and batshit crazy ] I don't know what they hope to accomplish.

Who knows? At least a few people got some useful intel...

[ a very few people but hey ]

True. I feel like we should be writing down everything we find out, to keep track or something...

[ so far all she's found out is that the conductor likes to be as vague as possible ]