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 It's a female voice, that you can tell, but it seems the technology here is so outdated that everything else is nebulous.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