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!]

Comments

[neverheardofhim]

Can't speak for the Why, but I think we're supposed to do it by not killing each other. [Varric shuffled his feet a little, abruptly aware of how vulnerable his back was without a crossbow strapped to it.]

So, uh. Can I trust you, Bubbles?

[ravagers]

[ Vanille looks sufficiently unsettled, but with a little shake of the head she clears any trace of that. ]

You can definitely trust me, Varric. I don't want anyone here to get hurt!

[neverheardofhim]

Good. [Varric wasn't sure what the look he saw on her face was, but nevertheless, he softened the tone of his voice.] Stick close to me, and I'll keep you safe, okay?

[ravagers]

Aww, that's real nice of you! We'll watch each other's backs, how about that?

[neverheardofhim]

Sounds like a perfect plan, Bubbles.