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 It's a female voice, that you can tell, but it seems the technology here is so outdated that everything else is nebulous.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?

[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?

[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. ]

[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]

That could be an apt assumption, I would think.

[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... ]

[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?

[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.

[georgeous]

What planet are we on?

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

[transmittable]

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

[transmittable]

That's...

[...]

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

[transmittable]

Misty? You are referring to us, Eccentric?

[crywiththesaints]

It's a popular theory in physics, is all, and would certainly explain some of this. Of course, it brings far more questions out than answers, and it seems that suits your sort just fine.

[nachetanya]

[ . . . Something that must be attended to? she frowns. ]

Nothing more, truly? That seems far more foreboding than comforting, which doesn't seem right for medicine.

[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]

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

[protectandselfserve]

Mitsy, yes. Transmitter sounds too formal, I think, and there's no reason for that here!






So why is murder encouraged here, anyway?

[transmittable]

...Reserved, this is a Hospital.

[doctorize]

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

[blunders]

Nothing for me to worry about? Miss Transmitter, this is extremely worrying! It's bad enough that I'm worried I may have hit my head hard enough to knock me out, but there's no way this could have happened--and there's no way Lady Corrin and I could have possibly gained some kind of dependency in what we remember!

[...she actually sounds a little angry, but. Christ, this isn't helping, she needs to calm down.]

[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.]

[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.]

[yourpiecenow]

That's a bullshit answer and you know it.

[transmittable]

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

[transmittable]

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