[Action | Outside Mayfield hospital]

[The "patients" have been dropped off yet again...and amongst them is a blonde woman who...really can't move very well.

As others walk away, blearily heading toward their own assigned homes, one sits amongst them on the ground.

Arcueid, who's been cut into 17 pieces and re-assembled into the worst configuration imaginable, writhes on the ground. Limbs in improper places, ears and other sections also mismatched. The only thing that was placed correctly is the fact that her head is still on top of it all. Still, she can't really move.

Worse yet...her current state has diminished her power even further. She's beginning to slip to her hunger for blood. Through it all, despite her status of what she is...she is falling to absolute panic. She doesn't know what to do, she can't move and she can't control herself.

There's only one thing she CAN do. Only one person she trusts she can call out for. The same as she had done in the recovery room...she now finds herself calling out for this one person. The only person she knows will know what to do. Her voice is raspy, weak, and strained...but she puts every ounce of what she has into it.]

CIEL!!! Please...Ciel...please...

Kill me. Please...please come kill me.

[Action - Park]

[The first thing Equius learned when he was released from the hospital is that sledgehammers helped make up for his loss of STRENGTH. They didn't have the same level of satisfaction that breaking in skulls with his fists had, but they would do.]

[If only the exertion from swinging around such a heavy object didn't reopen his surgical wounds. His white tank top was going to be a lovely shade of indigo by the time the day was out.]

[The second thing he learned was that human blood is awful for painting with.]

[Not just because it was all the same shade of red, but also because it didn't retain its hue and dried to an ugly shade of brown, and then got flaky. How could he paint the fine art with only one shade of brown?]

[It also contained far too much iron, and the metallic taste was disgusting to his refined tastes.]

[Dead humans were pretty much good for nothing. They didn't even fight back when he came at them, although that could have been because he only targeted drones. It made this whole "murderous highblood rampage" scenario kind of boring. A total let down, really. He'd always thought giving in to his chaotic urges would be a bit more exciting than this. A bit more feral and bestial.]

This sucks. I'm going home.

[With a heavy, disappointed sigh, he slings the sledgehammer over his shoulder and turns to walk away from the picnicking drone family he'd just slaughtered.]

(He tried to live with having super-effective microscopic-level sight, he really did. But doing so left him with tunnel vision so severe that he might as well have been blind and the constant sensual overload was giving him horrible migraines.

At least the insides of his eyelids were still dark, so until he could see normally again, the Sniper will be attempting to go about his business wearing a blindfold and carrying a makeshift walking stick.)

A: Anywhere
(He's obviously slower on foot than he otherwise would be and unable to see, but the Sniper's other senses are fairly sharp. And, of course, about eleventy billion times even more paranoid than he was before. At least this time all he has is a slim bit of wood.)

B: Mayfield High
(The Sniper is navigating the halls using his janitorial push cart to test the path in front of him. Every so often he bumps into the walls on either side, or possibly a person.)

C: Phone call
(You can hear the sounds of the Sniper attempting to treat himself while blind and left-handed, the combination of both meaning that it's not working very well.) I could use th' services 'f a doctor, preferably one with actual medical training.

[Still unable to track down Mrs. Johnson again to give her something deserving to direct her new, unfortunate bursts of anger and violence at, the rest of Mayfield is left to deal with it instead. Luckily, she has no dangerous powers to worry about, but...

It's happening all over the place.

In class.]

No! I don't know what we learned last week!

[AND SHE TAKES A DESK AND THROWS IT ON THE GROUND.

And at lunch...]

No, I didn't know it was pizza day! I can't remember!

[THAT TRAY OF FOOD? GROUND.

And at home, too...]

WHO EVEN LIVES IN THIS STUPID HOUSE AGAIN?!

[No, seriously, she can't remember any of you. It's so irritating, she's going to take a table AND THROW IT ON THE GROUND- uh, well, more like flip it! Any table. Kitchen table, coffee table, table tennis table... wait, wait... Is this even her house?! Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. She likely had to go through several houses before finding the correct one, so apologies in advance if she's flipped your table, total stranger.

Also, you seriously need to start locking your door.]

[At first she thought that this was going to be fantastic. She finally had her fire back, after all! She was surrounded in it. But in her time at the factory, she realized something: she had no control over it. Everything burned at her touch.

Since then, things have only gone down hill. The flames were slowly dimming, and she could tell; the world seemed colder, now. It was all she could do to stop from keeling over in pain.

This is where you can find her during the day: ]

[A: Outside 1124 Taylor Road, Early Morning]

[Looking rather embarrassed, being completely naked - what with the Mayfield-provided clothes having already burned off some time ago. She's doing her best to cover herself up, but now she's in the driveway, wondering exactly how she's supposed to get in without burning the house down - with her in it. So she's shouting at the house, simultaneously trying to draw attention to herself and not draw attention to herself.]

Hey, goblin boy! Shit, what was his name... Beast Boy!

[B: Wandering the streets]

[Now dressed in her standard fireproof outfit, Chandra can be found wandering the streets, notably sticking to the pavement and away from anything flammable. Still, there's scorched pavement left behind with every step. She also appears to be shivering, oddly enough. Do you dare approach? Run away?]

[C: In the park, afternoon]

[Chandra's given up and is now in the park, chasing any animals she can find. Unfortunately, this is leaving something of a trail of fire in her wake. The park is burning; what do you do?]

((OOC: Chandra has been experimented on! The details are here.))

Action - Outside of the hospital...

[The fellow was released, just like various others that had undergone "treatment" that day. However, Hol Horse wasn't going anywhere very fast. His shoulders heaved as he struggled to breath through the Halloween mask that was crudely replacing his face. Head hung low as his face felt nothing but a searing pain. His steps were slow, and hands outstretched as he blindly reached for something ahead of him. Before he was uncertain of the town and the memories that floated in the back of his mind. This however was a harsh reminder... and he would call out anyone's name for help, but right now it was next to impossible. In fact, he'd be lucky if he could utter out a mere moan. Whenever his jaws clenched from pain, he could feel what he could only assume was blood, run down his neck. While he can't see, he can hear, and maybe respond to simple yes or no questions.]

ACTION: From the Hospital to 767 Bunker


[Panty was let out of the hospital with the rest of the patients from yesterday. Unlike many of them though she is seemingly herself both mentally and physically and she looks angry. She's making a bee line back to her house but if you stop her she will be sure to tell you what's on her mind...probably with very colorful language.]

PHONE:

OI! Not everyone in this fucking hell hole can be completely broken. I've put up with way too much shit since I got here but this is the line. I'm going to find the bitch that did this to me, chew her up and spit her out. Anyone else want to join me? 

[A|Action|Outside Mayfield Hospital]

[Mesousa exists the hospital in what seems to be almost a haze. He is intently licking his paws, which, like much of his body, are covered in drying red and purple blood. He begins to walk down the street into town, seeming almost as if he is floating as he walks. Occasionally, the bunny give out a laugh of pure glee in between licking the ends of his paws.]

[B|Action|Around Town]

[While walking down the sidewalk, the spacey bunny trips over a small rock. When he regains his footing, he lets out a scream made of pure bunny rage before running over to the rock, picking it up, and hurling it at a the nearest passerby.]

Action; In front of the hospital

[If you happened to be walking by, you will notice the familiar outline of Sollux Captor. Some may or may not know about how he had died a little while ago so you may or may not be excited to see him. But... something seems off about him. A closer inspection reveals that he's bleeding out of his eyes, mouth, nose, ears, basically every orifice and it's not stopping. It's not fast though, it's very, very slow. It'll take him a while to bleed out, probably another day or so. But that seems to be the less of his problems. He's hunched over, holding onto his head and yelling in pain.]

Phone

I don't know who all is still alive or even paying attention to phone calls but I need to know about my friends. If anyone knows anything about the other trolls, who's alive, who's dead, etc, please, please, tell me.


[OOC: His side effects are as followed:

Extremely low body temperature
Weak pulse and low blood pressure
And Wounds and physical effects (i.e. poison, illness) are present but reduced to non-fatal levels.

Basically he is practically not living and also he's got a constant splitting headache and bleeding from everywhere going on. Forever Vast Glub happening to him. Fun, huh?]

[ phone; ]

[ Milla sounds...pretty serious, actually, not like her normal upbeat self. Not just tired, but worried. ]

Has anyone seen my, mm, "husband?" Psiioniic, or Psii, he's called. He said he'd be back by now. He was worried about his friend, Signless, the last we heard he'd been taken for those awful experiments.

He's rather tall, olive complexion, dark brown hair. He's got two different colored eyes, if you get that close. If you've seen him or heard anything, please let me know, darlings, I'm rather worried.

[ Her voice hardens a little, determined. ]

I am going to find him.

a. phone;

[Feferi's voice is awfully quiet when she's speaking, and once again, she's forgotten her filters.]

Hi Mayfield, it's Feferi. I'm sorry if I worried anyone...I think I'm all right now. That was such a disturbing - how long was I 'gone'? I don't really want to talk about it over the phone. It's too scary. But I'm okay now, I think.

b. 5722 Cunningham Lane:

[Anyone who comes by the house can see Feferi sitting on the window seat by the front window. She has a book open in her lap, but she's not reading. Instead, she's staring outside. Her eyes are wide and she's shaking a little. She's whimpering, but not screaming, despite the fact she's hallucinating her - very real - last Mayfield death.]

c. Mayfield's streets;

[Eventually, she decides getting some fresh air will help. But Feferi's awfully jumpy and nervous, looking around as if she's expecting something or someone to hurt her, even as she looks to say hello to friends and acquaintances and be sure they're all right now.]

[ooc: Nightmare state revival effects! Nightmare state revival effects everywhere! The only one she won't be experiencing is thinking she's still dead; she knows she's very much alive.]

[After the last surgery victims volunteers from day six have been released, Mrs. Johnson will make a public phone call.]

Well, that was fun, wasn't it! Everyone enjoying their lovely new changes? I think I've managed to gather all the data I need for now, so we won't need any more volunteers this month! Revivals are back and better than ever too, so you're welcome. Let's all give a round of applause to all those who made it possible thanks to their dedication to scientific innovation! [She claps her hands gaily.]

And for those of my fellow researchers in this town who are curious to learn what I've discovered, I'm pleased to announce that no one has managed to knock Mr. Pond from his standing as Mayfield's sexiest bachelor yet! Coming in at a close second is our delightful Doc Scratch - a pity about your taste in the...younger spectrum of ladies, though. I assure you, experience and maturity outweighs youth every time - the numbers don't lie! As far as countries go, Hungary ran away with the prize after I adjusted a few things here and there. My little addition makes all the difference, don't you agree? Or big addition, I should say - whoops, pardon me!

That's all for now, darlings! I may need your help again in the near future, but I'm sure after seeing how much better off everyone who signed up for my little study is, we'll just have tons of people lining up at the door to volunteer!

[OOC: This marks the end of the surgery rounds! Additionally, Mrs. Johnson may not be responding to every tag - she's a very busy woman, you know!]

Action A. // Outside the Mayfield Hospital:
[For the second time in less than a week, Sara finds herself laying outside the Mayfield hospital. In the snow. Shivering. It's natural to be cold, of course, given the time of year, but this is different. She feels like an icicle.

A terrified icicle. Her heart isn't pounding, but only because it can't. It's beating as hard as it can though, or trying to, even if that amounts to barely much of a beat at all. She still can't see anything at all, but at least she can hear and feel things now. It felt like years, centuries, that she was trapped in an endless nothingness...

She tries to move, and -- especially given that she still can't see -- her limbs feel almost strangley numb, like they're someone else's, and moving them feels like a chore. But they obey her anyway, though sensing the sudden presence of someone else makes her flinch and clumsily stumble to her feet.]

Don't!

[She probably looks nearly as frightening to them as they seem to her. Her eyes are large, empty dark voids, and on top of that, her skin is now very pale, almost ghostly.]


Action B. // Mayfield High School:
[At least Sara manage to find the Liepard Grimsley loaned her, or maybe it found her. She's sitting on the steps of the high school and leaning against it while it purrs, stroking it, trying desperately to ease her own fear and shock. She's safe now, right? Right?

She doesn't feel safe. She has to get home somehow. Is home safe? She doesn't know. But it's the only place that might be.]


Action C. // Streets of Mayfield:
[Sara and Liepard can be found making their way towards 918 Bilko Boulevard. Sara is still decent at navigating being blind, but she's clearly jumpy. If addressed, or touched (accidentally or on purpose), she will jump or even squeak.]


[ooc: Just for reference, in case it wasn't obvious in the post, Sara's revival symptoms are:
- Weak pulse and low blood pressure.
- Extremely low body temperature.
- Characters retain a pre-death emotional state: heightened adrenaline levels, fear and anxiety, shock, etc.
- Memory of death; characters will feel as though they were conscious for the entire time they were dead, and were trapped in an empty void for what seemed like an endless amount of time.]

( Backdated to January 29 )

[Phone (DAYTIME): No filters]

[ Days later and Rin's still managed to survive. Guess it's impossible to die when all of your organs are robotic and your body is composed mostly of metal. While she's willing to spare most of Mayfield the pleasure of seeing her in this state, she's not in the mood to be quiet. No, she's rather livid. Except Rin Tohsaka's bitchiness has been cranked up to 11, so she's really pissed off. ]

That's it! I'm tired of just hiding around and letting people protect me! What good is it if I'm going to end up like this regardless of their intentions? Archer may have thought it a good idea for me to behave like a proper lady, but if he was here right now, if he could see what I'm going through, he would kill you all! Maybe he could even see that he was wrong, so wrong, he was so wrong and I hate him for it! [ Yes, she's been shouting this entire time. When she's not, the sounds of machinery can be heard in the background. ] I want to know who's responsible. I want to know who to attack. Most importantly, I want to know where the hell they got these pieces!! Because Garviel might find them useful.. That's all! It isn't as though I want these stupid things permanently!! [ And nooow she's sobbing furiously into the phone. ] Forget it, I'm not lonely or anything! I just thought maybe I should try to talk to people!

[Action (ALL DAY): 310 Miller Street]

[ While Rin's managed to be taken home by this point (out of fear of being droned WHILE suffering in this manner), she's not feeling any better. Her body's covered in various infections that leave her in pain, but no amount of wishing death upon herself will work. Her hair's pulled up into a ponytail to try to keep cool, but at the same time it reveals her new Command Seals along her neck, the girl's pact with Lancer once again formed. Even if she feels as though she should be in her room, she remains in the living room on the couch. Those who may be brave enough to visit her can find her easily, as she tries to hide under a blanket despite the glistening remnants of sweat. ]

[Teddie has been released from the hospital today. He's in relatively good shape physically. But that doesn't explain the glare he's giving everyone who comes anywhere near him. And if you get too close, he backs up with a look of disgust.]

Get away from me!!

A: 1447 Mitchell Road, backdated to Jan. 31

[She was missing yesterday, being operated on and stuck in the factory with all those other poor souls, so when she finally makes it back to her house the next day, she's looking a little ruffled around the edges, but not unharmed. Physically.

She certainly does seem confused when Kumarie and Moose want her attention, though. Animals are cute and all, but not really her thing.]

B: phone, backdated to Jan. 31

[Well it sounds like Canada, but the tone is a bit wrong. And way too loud.]

Hey everyone! I know you're all freaked out over the horrible things going on around here, but I wanted to promise you that the heroine is on the case and I'll have everything back to normal in no time. You're all really lucky to have me, you know, but how grateful you'll all be when I fix this will be thanks enough.

Stay strong, Mayfield!

C: around town, Jan. 31, Feb. 1

[If you look like you're struggling at all, or even just sad about whatever activity you're performing, you'll suddenly have a blone popping up, trying to assist you.]

Here, let me help!

[phone]

I'm sorry I don't understand the situation, but if there's anything I can do to help then please let me do it.

My name is Estellise. I come from Terca Lumieres. I'm aware this isn't the time for us to be talking amongst ourselves calmly.

You're all in a terrible predicament and I truly hope these conditions don't last too long.

Please, try to hang in there everyone!