event: new and improved; factory day 2

[mayfield_mods]

[Welcome to the Factory.

A blackened, dilapidated building sitting on the edge of town, it seems to have appeared out of nowhere overnight. It is surrounded by an electrified fence; should anyone on the outside (or the inside) try to cross it, they will find themselves repelled by the force with painful electric shocks. No amount of strength, size, magic, or flying ability will get you past the fence.

The Factory itself looks like it's been through hell. It's falling apart on the outside. Half of the building looks collapsed. The bricks are scorched. All of the window frames are rusted. It certainly doesn't look like a place that should be up and running, but it is. Dr. Johnson and her team are scurrying around the building, performing treatments, operations, and experimentations- making 'improvements'.

Following your treatment and/or surgery, you wake up- or don't- in a filthy room. It's nothing like the fairly sterile surgery room had been. You're crammed in there with dozen other 'patients', each in varying stages of recovery.

You're probably in moderate to severe pain. The pain might be so great that you are incapable of moving. Perhaps some of your limbs are missing or maybe you find huge gaps in your memory. Maybe you're very sick with some disease you don't recall developing. Either way, you were sent in for 'improvements', and you've been 'improved' as much as Dr. Johnson thinks you needed.

If they're lucid enough, the other patients will probably talk to you. You'll find that, like you, they're all non-drone townspeople.

You'll be contained here for 24 hours. Following that, you'll be released. When you leave the building, you'll find yourself outside the hospital in Mayfield with the Factory nowhere to be seen.

The Factory rooms are as follows:

Recovery: A large recovery room with dozens and dozens of gurneys and beds. It's filled with equipment like IVs and medical charts. This is where all characters will wake up. It's very unsanitary in here.

Operating room: Where you endured your surgery, treatment, and/or experiment. All operating and medical supplies are still here. Dr. Johnson is nowhere to be found.

Supply room: Standard medical supplies are found here. They include typical doctors' equipment, bandages, medicines, and the like. There's nothing particularly strong or lethal here, nor is there anything sharp which could be used as a weapon.

Lobby: The front lobby of the Factory. Designed like a hospital lobby, it also contains the waiting room. Dated 1950s magazines are strewn everywhere.

Today, January 28th, the following characters will be brought to the factory following their operations:



Wes Janson
Nena Trinity
Hungary
Kenpachi Zaraki
Shion
Sara Mudou
Roxanne Ritchi
Nia Teppelin
Magnus Bane
Kono Kalakaua
Grimsley
Lucifer
Chell
Rin Toshaka
Kanaya Maryam
Lithuania
Koharu Izaki
Olivier Armstrong
Squid Girl
The Kid


[ooc; The Factory post will be used for IC interactions for the 24 hours that your character will be made to stay. They are free to interact with other patients before their release. Only the above characters should reply to this post.

The mods will respond to the sign-up comments of the above characters to let them know the results of their surgery.]

Comments

Roxanne Ritchi, open, recovery.

[pluckyreporter]

[Holy shit it's Mothra--

Wait.

No. It's that crazy broad who wants to start a coded newspaper. Roxanne Ritchi-- now a delightful shade of neon green is curled up in her medical gown, her newly grafted moth-wings trembling with each breath she takes.]

[Her eyes are glassy, and her head aches; a pain so intense she has trouble focusing; everything is so blurry, the noises sound so loud-- like hot needles in her ear with every step, scrape and word. It's like a hangover, magnified a thousand times.]

[Her grafts have healed remarkably well, though... ]

[queen_of_swords]

[Olivier smiles at the pretty creature in front of her, such a beautiful shade of green. And she has wings!]

Can you fly? I'd like to fly someday.

[bridezilla]

[ Nena just watches as Roxanne glows a wonderful shade of neon green. She doesn't seem intent on leaving, and she doesn't even notice that this is an actual person. She's just so captivated by the prettiest light she's ever seen... ]

Oooh! So pretty! Can you glow in pink too? [ Her voice is hoarse and strained. That experiment, without any drugs, was pretty painful for her. ]

[sara_mudou]

[Groggily, her head feeling clouded from the medication she'd been given while under surgery, Sara awoke and opened her eyes.

Or tried to. She found that no matter what she did, it was just as dark whether her eyes were open or shut. Something caught in her throat, a lump. Her sight...! They'd taken her sight when they'd kidnapped her. She remembered now, gazing up at Dr. Johnson before she lost consciousness.

She tried to fight the blur encroaching on her mind.]

Wh... Wha...?

[A murmured few sentences, before she became startingly aware of it. She was suddenly sure, convinced -- she wasn't alone. She could hear breathing and speaking. Not only was she not alone, but she was in danger. She understood now, through the medicated fog, with a precise and terrifying clarity what was happening.

The second anyone spoke to her, her reaction would be an ear-piercing scream]

No!! Stop it! I know what you're trying to do! Get away from me, you beast!

[kingofshadows]

[Hello fellow blind inmate. Not that either of them could know it. Grimsley groggily sits up and groans indistinctly a few times before he attempts to seek help.]

Ah. I hate to be a nuisance, but would there happen to be anyone in the -

[And then screaming. Grimsley practically falls out of his chair.]

Good god. What's happening; what's going on?! I can't see anything...!

Recovery Room, Open

[vytis]

[Lithuania remembers the surgery, but nothing before that. He thinks there must have been something before that, but it's a distant sort of thought. More importantly, he's staring at his limbs like they're not his. They aren't, he had normal ones and they got cut off, and now he's got these robotic ones and didn't that woman cut out part of his brain and--

He looks up, suddenly, trying to push those thoughts away. There are other people here, and maybe they have a better idea of what's happening than he does.]

Excuse me?

[tennen]

[Shion will freeze up at the sound of Lithuanis'a voice and scoot toward the wall until his back is flush against the space where the bed's headboard should be.]

What do you want from me?

Re: Recovery Room, Open

[surf_n_makai]

[Kono turns her head to look toward the voice. Doing so causes the room to spin more than it already is, and she feels herself gasping for more air. The newly-grafted gills on her neck flap, but to no avail. She notices Lithuania looks very confused, and even in her own misery wants to help.]

Yes?

[balaton]

What's with you? [Her voice is slightly slurred with the after effect of the drugs]

[moemoetentacles]

[Squid Girl comes stumbling out of the operation theater into the room with all of the other patients looking completely shell-shocked and terrified. She was awake for the entire surgery, only able to produce horrible gurgling screeching sounds in the back of her throat as she was forced to numbly lay there on the operating table.

The results of her surgery are nothing sort of horrifying. If her previous form could be said to be somewhat disturbing, she has now been transformed into a full-on sin against God and man. Her eyes have been relocated to the sides of her head, her arms replaced with actual tentacles, and her skin grafted to resemble that of a real squid.

She seems to be utterly unaware of the world around her for the time being, whether due to the new location of her eyes, lingering trauma, or some combination of both. In any case, she's just going to be meandering around bumping into things until someone stops her.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania can't help but stare. That's probably rude, but he's not entirely sure if they made a human into a squid or a squid into a human or--something in between? Still, he can only watch her stumble into things for so long.]

Miss? Miss, maybe you should sit down?

[surf_n_makai]

[Kono puts her arms up to stop Squid Girl from crashing into another wall. Her heart breaks a little bit seeing what they've done to her, Kono's own gills seem minor in comparison.]

Easy. [gasp] Easy Squid.

[jumpsuited_rat]

[Once again, Chell flickers to life in a strange room. Except this time is vastly different than any of the three previous times. For starters, it's a lot larger than the smaller bedrooms she had previously found herself in. Secondly, she feels rather stiff.

When she stretches, she finds that her arms are now a plain white. Upon closer inspection, Chell discovers that the rest of her body is the same color. The next thing she notices is that she can't actually feel the bed she's on.

She frowns and pinches her arm, but she doesn't feel her arm or her fingers either.

For some reason this doesn't bother her nearly as much as it should, Chell just shrugs it off and gets out of bed. She's a little shaky when she stands and wobbles slightly when she walks, but she's going to start heading for the door anyways. That seems like the most logical option.]


[OOC: Replies will be a bit on the slow side today, sorry! I'll definitely tag and backtag when I can! ^_^]

Recovery Room

[queen_of_swords]

[Olivier is just sitting there grinning until the drugs wear off, but once they do, the grin widens as she walks around the room occasionally erupting in fits of laughter and sometimes tugging on the collar of her shirt and fanning herself and asking the nearest person if it's hot to them too.]

Re: Recovery Room

[surf_n_makai]

[Kono notices her on one of her passes around the room, her own drugs now wearing off leaving her feeling lightheaded and short of breath. The gills on the side of her neck keep flapping. Despite this, she manages to gasp out.]

Olivier?

Operating room

[tennen]

[After making a not-so-quiet scene in the recovery room, Shion's managed to escape and make his way to the operating room (which admittedly took a bit of time, seeing as how he's still groggy from the sedatives and in a good deal of pain as it stands).

He's taken to huddling in one of the corners of the room, nothing but a scalpel on the cold ground beside him. If he's attempting to hide then he's certainly not doing a very good job of it, because in addition to being in plain sight to whomever enters the operating room, he'll grab his head and shriek every so often, triggering memories of far too familiar surroundings flooding back to haunt him.]

[firstofthefallen]

[Lucifer felt more indignity than pain. Or at least that's what he tried to tell himself. Being left awake for the surgery, and the pain of it, was incredible considering the all together human body he had been forced into. Worse was the mockery they had decided to make of him: a pair of red horns grafted to his head, a red pointed tail down his back, and his tongue cut in half, forked. A children's book image of what the devil was meant to be. He was offended and angry more than in pain.

Or would be. It came and went, as did his memory. Time kept slipping away. Sometimes he was Lucifer, but he was back on Earth with Aleph, tempting him to work against God. He was still Lucifer, but watching as Thor's Hammer fell on Japan, the ICBM missile barrage hammering it into the ground. He was Lucifer, and he was gazing from the demon world into the human world.

He is Helel, the servant of God and leader of his choirs, and he does not understand where he is, does not understand what the creatures in front of him are or what this structure is or what has happened to his body. Does not understand the concept of being offended, merely confused. These creatures are beings he's never seen before, this place one he's never seen before, and for some reason he can't cause the power that's rightfully his to work.

And so, for a moment, there's what appears to be a young boy with demonic grafts on his body wandering the recovery room, confused and somewhat uncertain about interacting with the other creatures here, given how hostile the ones in the surgery room came off.]

[masonry]

[ Wasn’t much the Kid could do once he woke up. What had happened to him earlier was a blurry mess in the back of his mind, and he was much too dazed to even bother trying to clean it up. All he knew now was that whatever did happen left him sick to his stomach and unable to think as clearly as he'd like. Maybe he could wait a while, at least until the room stopped spinning. Then he might be able to— ]

Gee, seems like a swell day for baseball!

[ Kid jolts up. A rush of lightheadedness comes over him at full force, but he bears it, eyes darting back and forth between the others in the room. What was that? Did he just—no. No, it wasn’t him. Couldn’t be him. It had to be someone else, it just had to. There was someone out there, someone watching him. He could feel it. ]

Who—who’s there?

[willbeurprincess]

[Koharu stays curled up in the corner of the recovery room, trembling. She'd been exceedingly aware of everything while in surgery. There was something terrifying they had done to her, she knew it. The whole room was full of examples, but she wasn't sure what had happened to herself yet.

Then she notices scales on her arm, an itching sensation and she panic, kicking her blankets off to the end of the bed, falling off her bed in the process. She still sees the scales--

but they aren't actually there]

W-What...

[vytis]

[Lithuania is still opting for the wheelchair he'd stationed himself in; given how quickly his leg seemed to fall off when he moved quickly it seemed the better option. Seeing the trembling girl, he can't help but feel bad for her, even if it didn't seem like anything had been done to her.]

Are you alright?

[surf_n_makai]

[Kono wakes up slowly, feeling dizzy. She blinks a few times as she looks up at the ceiling, dots swimming in and out of her vision. She tries to take a deep breath... and can't.

Panicked now, her gasping increases, she feels close to a panic attack and passing out, she has to force herself to slow her breathing down as she sits up. She still can't get anything more than a gasp of air. She feels like she's drowning.

Looking at her hands, they are covered in white spots. She follows the white spots up her arms and her chest and collar with her hand. When she reaches her neck she freezes.

Gills. She is drowning in the air.

Kono gets up, eyes darting for something she knows can't exist here - water to jump in. She moves slowly around the room, dizzy and gasping, eyes wide with panic.]

[kettchmeifyoucan]

[Through the drugs it's hard to think straight. Especially with the new wings drawing so much blood. It takes Wes a while to process.]

Y'alright? You look like... like... one of those scaly things... on Endor... taken to the surface.

Kanaya Maryam, recovery, open

[chastesaw]

*Hey guys, pay no attention to the young alien girl with the horns slumped in the least unsanitary corner, holding her head and trying to figure out if the sudden and overpowering thirst for blood is in her imagination or real.*

[masonry]

[ The Kid manages to spot her out of the corner of his eye. He might’ve been preoccupied with the fact that someone out there was following him, but that doesn’t stop him from stumbling over to her. Once he does though, he feels an overwhelming sensation, as if he’s loosing himself entirely. And rightfully so. ]

--Must be boring sitting there by yourself!

[ The childish tone sounds strange with his voice. It seems forced. Strained, even. And the oddly unfazed smile accompanying it didn’t exactly help with that either. It’s like he’s completely unaware of anything wrong. ]

Hey doll, what’s cracking?

[ He follows that up with a dry laugh. Ha ha ha. If anything, he certainly seems like easy prey, doesn’t he Kanaya? ]

Recovery Room

[kettchmeifyoucan]

[As Wes wakes, it's barely different from being unconcious. Everything's still fuzzy. He slowly starts moving, trying to figure out what just happened. Legs still there... arm still there... wings...]

What the kriff?

[queen_of_swords]

[As she walks around grinning she's drawn in his direction by this new word.]

Ooh, what's a kriff? [She giggles as she says it and approaches him.] That's a fun word.

And you have wings too! Can you fly? Flying seems like it would be fun.

[bridezilla]

[ Nena was absolutely horrified and angered. She had been awake for the entire surgery, which involved severing her limb and replacing it with a full robotic replacement but there was one massive problem with this arm:

It's heavy and unmanageable for a petite girl such as Nena. She bumbles into the recovery room. Her fist swings wildly. As a result, Nena stumbles forward because of the sheer momentum concentrated onto that limb. This process repeats itself until Nena quickly retracts her fist, only to have it slam down onto the ground with a large clattering thud. A large dent in the ground forms as the ground around the dent begins to buckle, break and shake. Nena struggles to withdraw her fist; it's too hefty and unwieldy to move. She's stuck ]

Whoa! Darn it!! Why won't you move?!

[queen_of_swords]

[This looks like a job for an Armstrong! She walks over grinning.]

Let me help you there. Excellent mights is passed down in the Armstrong family from generation to generation!

And now she's grabbing Nena's arm and pulling her fist out of the crater it's stuck in.]

Haha! That wasn't very hard.

recovery room, open.

[crosseyed]

[[you know, you would think that nia would be in a terrible amount of pain. she didn't get any drugs for her surgery, especially none of the pain killing variety. but, she seems fine, in that regard, despite having her brain poked and prodded with no anesthetics.

she sits up on the bed that she was put upon after the operation, and looks around her filthy little area. her face is completely blank, emotionless. there's no worried or terrified look in her eyes, she seems strangely void of anything like that.]]

What is this place? Where did that woman go? [[there is a rather disturbing amount of disgust when she says the word 'woman'. well, a disturbing amount for nia, who never really speaks with such a tone.]]

recovery room; (OPEN)

[gandere]

[ The body of a magus is pretty resilient all things considered. So long as the circuitry remains intact, her family's thaumaturgical crest can work on keeping her body alive. After all, they were just that way in nature - survive at all costs and in order to survive, it had to keep the body of the mage in good condition. Even with her heart pierced by Lancer's Gáe Bolg long ago, her body still saw fit to keep her alive. So many stored up gemstones were used to keep it in one piece.

Then she was admitted here.

Her surgery was the most painful thing she's ever had to endure. Modern medicine would hardly work on her at this point, so she's not even sure if they bothered to try. They.. who were they again? Unrecognizable faces blur in her memory as she finds it difficult to focus on anything. Closing her eyes only results in the hauntingly heightened sense of her ears - every bit of machinery driving her insane.

Yes, the petite girl is hardly much of that as of this moment. With all of her limbs replaced with robotic prosthetics, she's unable to actually move herself. The pain is overwhelming and were it not for the mechanical pieces of another Mayfield citizen filling in for her organs, she might have died already.

She understands the situation is crucial. The day before she was worried about the hole in her chest reaching her heart and when it did, it was growing to be more and more grim. The effect of her Servant's cursed spear was powerful, but with the way this town was playing it up, it hardly was a threat.

This though? This was entirely different. Rin recalls for the first few minutes (was it minutes or hours - she can't think straight) she felt him in their link. Ah, she remembers it now. She didn't want to hear him so she just screamed she was sorry over and over again. Even after he was gone, that's all she chanted in her mind.

Her mind!!

Grunting, she tries to lift her mechanical arm, ignoring the searing agony that comes with the attempt, to tug at whatever was there on her head. Bandages. So they did do something there too? A noise gurgles out of her throat that was a combination of a shriek and sob, but it's one she can't recognize even though it came from her own body. People are welcomed to approach the mechanical monstrosity she's become, but don't be all too surprised when she's in too much pain to react. ]


OOC; The details of Rin's surgery are listed here. Naturally, she's unable to use any magic and her Servant Lancer is deceased.

[bootsandboys]

[ Slowly coming to, everything is fuzzy and blurry. Magnus blinks and reaches up to rub his eyes. It feels like somebody has used some sort of slowing spell on him. Nothing is going at the pace that he thinks it should.

Once he finally manages to bring things into focus, his heart nearly stops. The people lying around on stretchers and mingling throughout the room don't look like the Mayfield citizens that they are. They look like beaten up and bloody soldiers. It's like the Uprising all over again. At least with the uprising, he was surrounded by other warlocks and he had his powers. Now, he's completely powerless and surrounded by people he doesn't know.

It's not comforting.

He can hear gunshots and shouts outside. He's got to get back out there. But first, to check on other people and find out the status.

He gets up, his head still spinning, and approaches you, whether or not he actually knows you. ]

How're you holding up?