Entry tags:
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!]

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Why wouldn't we want to know that?
[She'll just give him an annoyingly vague question in return.]
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[Well, that was prompt.]
Whatever my reasons are for doing this, it won't make you any less captured. You're going to be here either way, whether my reasons are something convolutedly altruistic or simply "because I felt like it."
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...so basically it's "because you felt like it".
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It makes very little difference to me, and bluntly put it's probably the least of your problems right now besides.
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[Her biggest problem is everything, actually.]
Forget it. I'm not talkin' to ya anymore!