Induction.

[transmittable]

No matter how much you mill around or discuss, no one can really figure out just what's going on here. Questions swirl around your minds, spoken and unspoken. Why is this place called a hospital so rundown? Why are you all here? Why is the building surrounded by ever-present fog? Who is running this place? That question will be answered soon, at least enough to whet your appetites. The public service system overhead squeaks and squeals, like it hasn't been used in a long time, though for a few moments, no words great you. Instead, just a few crackles, and a deep breath. And then. "Greetings, everyone. Each and everyone accounted for, good. That's good." It's a female voice, that you can tell, but it seems the technology here is so outdated that everything else is nebulous. It distorts every few words, the register either raising or lowering. "Hm. Sorry about that." A little hard listening and you can tell the voice isn't too old. Definitely not as old as some of you here. Aside from that, there's nothing distinguishable. None of you can recognize it. Whoever it is takes another deep breath. "Welcome, young and old, Patients of Beacon General Hospital. We've been looking forward to your awakening for some time." "We trust you have many questions, and we will do our best to field them. Please read the rules carefully before asking, though. Okay? Thanks." Another deep breath breaks the flow, with even more crackling. "As for the one speaking to you, you may... I am the Transmitter. Let all your inquiries go through me." [OOC: You can be heard just fine through the PA system, feel free to ask/say anything! Brackets or prose is fine.]

Comments

[crywiththesaints]

[Sakura clears her throat and steps toward the PA system.]

An inquiry, if I may, aside from the obvious, as I'm sure that will be covered in time. There have been some slightly alarming differences between what people I've spoken to are familiar with. The answer... Well, it would be different realities, wouldn't it?

[transmittable]

That could be an apt assumption, I would think.

[blunders]

Our awakening? Wait, just how long have we been asleep?

[...Felicia has had some Concerns, but now they're getting worse, what the fuck.]

How long have we been away from home for?

[transmittable]

That's nothing for you to worry about, Unwavering.

[nachetanya]

[ . . . UM?

UM???? ]

Can you tell us why we've been assigned as patients, Ms. Transmitter?

[ She feels a little silly, speaking to the air.

But. ]

[transmittable]

That's...

[...]

You've all experienced something that must be attended to. We're afraid nothing more can be said at this time.

[protectandselfserve]

[...just gonna kind of stare generally at the ceiling for a second.]












Well, hello, Mitsy! I'm sure you can hear us on your end, yes?

[transmittable]

Misty? You are referring to us, Eccentric?

[halleberry]

Ah, Transmitter-san, then...

[ Alright, so this is the voice of their captor. Presumably, it's a girl speaking, but there's voice modulation software out there, and there's quite a bit of feedback, so it's hard to even assume that much with 100 percent certainty.

She does have questions, of course, but, let's get to the first concern-- ]

When you say "some time," how long, exactly, have we been asleep for?

[ She had reasoned with Nachetanya that it couldn't have been that long, but, from the way their kidnapper makes it sound... ]

[transmittable]

As Unwavering has been informed, that's nothing to worry about.

[carnivorously]

[He's not really surprised. In fact, Kogami kind of expected this and feels a little better knowing there's someone running the show. It reminds him of an asshole back home who enjoys running gigs like this. It's a little saddening it isn't him running this show.

But he has one question.]

Hey, where can I get some cigarettes?

[transmittable]

...Reserved, this is a Hospital.

[ossifragant]

[...A woman, huh? Hmm.]

So what, Transmitter, is your reasoning for bringing all of us here? I know it's impossible for me to be here.

[transmittable]

Impossible? Why would you say that, Authentic? Impossibility is just a kiss away from reality, isn't that right?

[georgeous]

What planet are we on?

[ He'll decide later if he believes the answer, but that is... somehow his first question. ]

[transmittable]

We're afraid that question can't be answered right now. So sorry.

[97percent]

'Transmitter'? Are you only passing on inquiries, or do you have some type of administrative power?

[Are you the front-desk receptionist or the executive secretary?]

[transmittable]

The Transmitter has as much power as she is permitted.

[...]

I speak for a larger collective, but believe me when I say my word is the word of the land.

[doctorize]

... Well, you certainly sound politer than Cathy.

[transmittable]

Thank you, I think?

[journalname]

Howdy! It is...nice to meet you, I suppose.

[He's looking up at the ceiling from one speaker to another, a little uncertain of where to direct his gaze.]

I know we all have many questions, but if I may ask...how have your people brought me past the Barrier? Are you humans? [It's a little beyond belief, even for him, that some humans might have come and broken the Barrier just to...take him to a hospital? But it bears asking.]

[transmittable]

Thank you, Inspiring. It's nice to finally meet you as well.

[...A short pause there, okay.]

We assure you, your question isn't relevant. How you got here, we mean. Humans, yes. Yes, we suppose that would be correct.

[aspiringly]

Then if you'd be so kind: could you explain how we were all brought here?

[Because the last thing he remembers is being in a rather secure military headquarters, so it can't have been an easy feat to manage an abduction from there.]

[transmittable]

That question isn't answerable, Composed.

[relieable]

[ah, at last they are being addressed by someone, THAT someone... Osomatsu listens, lets other people ask their questions. surely, he has something important he wants to ask too, right? like where they are, how they got here, or where his brothers are.

the question that comes out is]

Oi. Are we gonna get paid for this?

[gymasstics]

-Hey, yeah! Tuition's expensive, you know!

[She likes this guy's priorities.]

[yourpiecenow]

... So, like, about those rules? Do I have to kill everyone here to leave, or...?

[transmittable]

No, Ostentatious, and in fact we would prefer if you didn't. We would prefer if you stayed her as well.

[imaginex]

Will we be the only ones participating in this?

... No one else will be... recruited, correct?

[transmittable]

Recruited? No... No, we would say not. You are the only ones we are overseeing.

cw: car accident talk just in case

[arebetter]

Hi, yeah, I was in a car accident right before I got here? Were we just sleeping long enough that I healed up, or did you... guys do that?

[transmittable]

We did nothing to heal you, Hardcore.

[mansome]

You gotta be kidding me. This is what you guys do to people who can't pay up?!

[ Doug can't quite reach the intercom to kick it, so he's going to settle for pounding the nearest surface with his fist. Repeatedly. Because that's how you get someone's attention when you're Doug. ]

Hey, hey, hey! Look, I know you guys got a business to run, but don't you think you're going a bit too far with this?! Cut me some slack here! Some of us can only make so much without you guys squeezing us dry anytime we get so much as a bump on the head!

[ It... seems like someone has gross misunderstandings about why they're here. ]

[transmittable]

[...Uh.]

I... We believe you're mistaking us for someone else.

[cadmiums]

Nice to meet you, Miss Transmitter. Is there anything else I can call you? I'm sure you have a lovely name.

[transmittable]

[The PA crackles a bit more than usual.]

No. There is nothing else.

[ariadibaule]

Are you an alien?!

[.....THIS IS THE CONCLUSION ARIETTA HAS REACHED AND SHE IS STICKING WITH IT]

[georgeous]

[ INTENSE LISTENING FROM A BIT ACROSS THE ROOM. He hasn't asked directly because it was too obvious for him to ask but if someone else will.... all the better. ]

[positivespin]

Hmm, "Transmitter"... That is your title?

[ Yes, this is totally the question to ask. ]

[transmittable]

Yes. Yes, it is.

[torrentialroar]

[ Well, hello mysterious voice from above. She's not really used to that outside from Flora and Felicia waking her up or Camilla when she's on her wyvern. ]

Um, Transmitter, is it? I have a question—how come we were giving titles? Can't you just address us by name?

[transmittable]

It is for convenience. It is also simply how things are done.

[preciousking]

Guess that makes you one of the people I have to thank for all this.

[ He grins. ]

So, thanks.

[transmittable]

Oh? You are thanking us? You're welcome, though this is a surprise.

[heritrix]

[Rin listens carefully without interruption for sometime, observing the responses the others get. She's quietly grateful for Asgore's question in particular; it saves her the moral conundrum of having it come from her.

This situation has been ridiculous and more than infuriating to begin with, but as she listens in on some of the other conversations, Rin starts to feel a chill down her spine. There's something about the insistence on using titles, on the grounds that it makes things simple. Something about how it's more than one person watching over them all, and the reason the Transmitter gave for not wishing to give Kogami or the other smokers access to their cancer sticks.

In a situation that sees their captors subtly encouraging murder, they told him "We would prefer if you keep yourself healthy and safe."]

These are quite elaborate accommodations for a group that wishes to dehumanize us.

[transmittable]

Is that what you think, Courageous?

[barehands]

[She listens to everyone else's questions before speaking mostly because I just got home, and then says something.]

Um, miss - actually, would you like me to call you Miss Transmitter or Mrs. Transmitter?

Either way, you told us how we could end this early, but I'm sure nobody is going to do that. So... Can you tell me the other way we can end this? Even if it takes longer, I'm sure we'd all prefer it.

[transmittable]

[ The Transmitter barks out a small laugh, and then seems to think better of that, as she clears her throat. She sounds a little embarrassed. ]

Miss, if you have to, but Transmitter works fine. I don't see why a title should have a...title.

As for your other question...sorry, but that's something I can't answer right now. We, um, would prefer it otherwise.