Induction.

[wordsmithery]

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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[wordsmithery]

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

[officerwilde]

[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?

[wordsmithery]

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

[officerwilde]

[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]

[wordsmithery]

Is there a particular point to this?

[officerwilde]

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

[wordsmithery]

There could be.

[officerwilde]

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.

not intending to hijack!

[chessturner]

[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"]

[officerwilde]

[You're the real MVP, Kyrie.]