trusthell | Induction.

Today seems to have been an exercise in providing more questions than answers. After all, aside from the rules on the walls, it's not as though there's much here that's going to help you understand what's going on, or why you're here in the first place. Some of you are angry; some are more confused than anything. Some are dealing in the best way that they know how.

But perhaps one question remains at the back of mind, regardless of what you choose to make of the situation, and rightly so: Who is responsible for this?

It's a question that doesn't seem to have a ready answer; after a while, though, you will receive something. It's not a solution, and it's not a way out, but it's contact – the sound of the public address system crackling to life somewhere above your heads, an indication that someone, somewhere, is aware that you're here and has something to say.

'I trust that all of you had a good night's sleep. Now that you have hopefully familiarized yourselves with your fellow Apprentices, allow me to make a formal introduction myself.'

The voice is male, that much is obvious; it isn't recognizable to anyone present, however.

'Welcome and congratulations, new Apprentices of Chronos University. You have been chosen for a valuable exercise of higher learning within these walls. Both the rules and a list of your fellow Apprentices have been provided for you in several locations, and I advise that you study both very carefully. Knowing them well can only serve to help you.'

'As for my own introduction, I am the equivalent of a headmaster to this educational institution. For our time together, you may refer to me as the Wordsmith. I do hope that you all endeavor to make the most of your time spent here, however you may choose.'

[OOC: You can be heard just fine through the PA system, so feel free to ask/say anything your little heart desires!]

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[Well everyone's more or less said and asked everything Nick could have ever wanted to ask himself, and frankly he's not as interested in this as he could be either. They have to kill each other to escape? Honestly, who is stupid enough to do something like that in the first place? He'll believe it when he sees it and until he sees it, he's not going to take a single thing here seriously.]

Mister Wordsmith, as a member of the Zootopia Police Department I'd like to have a couple of words with you.

[So he's going to mimic a certain too-serious bunny that already got on his nerves today, because there's nothing better to do here.]

And those would be what, exactly? I'm afraid you're out of your jurisdiction at the moment.

[Oh my god??]

For the record, this fox is NOT part of the Zootopia Police Department.

[And he's damn lucky she can't arrest him right now.]

Now, now. I'm already in the uniform, aren't I?

[Just let him have his fun, Carrots.]

You're a liar and I'm frankly shocked if anyone is going to take you seriously, seeing how you obviously aren't.

What, you can't see anyone taking someone with the title "Guileful" seriously?

No. But at least that's one thing the Wordsmith got right about you.

And it looks like he got some things wrong about you, Carrots. I'm thinking there's another word that fits you a lot better than "Determined"... starts with an "S" and ends with "mallfry".

Crack jokes all you want, but you'll be the one who's sorry when things go belly up and you are on the wrong side of the only reasonable authority here.

[Nick fakes a gasp then, reaching up to put a paw to his chest as if he's just so offended she'd say a thing like that.]

Is that a threat? Are you threatening me, Officer? Thinking of following those rules up there and using me to get a ticket out?

[He can't hide the smirk in his tone though, even if he's trying to act appalled.]

I'm not threatening anyone. I'm just giving you the facts, that's all.

But you might want to start fixing up your attitude. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar, right? I thought that was con-man rule #1.

[That comment gets a scoff and a roll of the eyes, and he bends over with his hands on his knees so they can see eye-to-eye.]

In case your tiny little bunny brain forgot, we're all stuck here until someone keels over and I'm not going to become roadkill.

[As much as he thinks its all stupid, and he'd like to believe that no one would actually commit a murder.. he has to admit that it's still a possibility, and a nice little fox would make the perfect victim.]

Playing nice is fun and all, but I'm not going to become chummy with anyone looking to find an easy victim. And as the smallest animal in the room, I'd suggest you do the same.

[Judy can feel her blood boil at the fox's words, but she knows she can't let him get to her head. He's not worth the effort.]

You would do well not to underestimate me, Wilde.

Yeah, uh-huh.

[He's not at all convinced.]

I'll remember that when I'm looking at your poor, stepped-on body.

Well according to a little bunny over there, I'm not.

[He smirks, and folds his arms over his chest cockily.]

So I'd like to ask you a few serious police officer-y questions myself, if you don't mind.

[don't expect anything from this honestly]

Regardless of whether you are or aren't, feel free to ask what you like.

[Well that's good enough for him.]

Answer me this, Wordsmith.

[He's putting on a false, serious tone to his voice while he talks. Mimicking the kind of detective you'd see in a movie.]

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Approximately seven hundred pounds, depending on the rough size of its burrow.

[He. Wasn't expecting a serious answer there to be honest, so getting such a genuine reply to his joke question gets the fox to bark out a laugh.]

You could get them to chuck more if you and enough of your friends start chanting "chuck, chuck, chuck!"

[nick don't teach the wordsmith about peer pressure]

Is there a particular point to this?

Is there a particular point to this? This whole kit-napping thirty people and telling them to kill each other thing?

There could be.

Great! [Nick claps his hands together then, a big grin spread on his face.]

Did'ja hear that everyone? I solved it-- I solved the mystery! There could be a point to all of this!

[maybe "sarcastic asshole" would have been a better title for nick]

No, no, there's no need to thank me I'm just doing my job -- nay, my duty as a police officer in solving crimes and keeping you all safe.

[Several feet away, Kyrie has been walking around, listening to what everyone is asking and saying, so when she's passing through and hears the last few exchanges between Nick and the PA system she does clap sarcastically without stopping walking, her expression completely straight.

Yeah, you're doing great, fox cop. "Keep it up"]

Edited 2017-01-23 05:36 (UTC)

[You're the real MVP, Kyrie.]

Induction.

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i cant wait for nick to remember that they're friends

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not intending to hijack!

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