1. Outside the Hospital (backdated to January 31)

[Out of all the mutilated patients who have been dumped in the hospital from the factory, there is one woman that looks out of place, even among them. Physically, she appears unscathed, except for the blood trickling down her head and face. She is smiling blankly, as if she does not notice the injuries, nor even the rest of the world around her. However, she is clearly not a drone.]

[Every once in a while, she spouts a few lines of cryptic dialogue, seemingly speaking to herself. Her hands dart around and she paces before the hospital, as if pantomiming something. Sometiems, after finishing up her dialogues, she laughs a strange, echoing laugh.]

[Those that get close enough may recognize her as Bazett, but they would be wrong. In truth, there is nothing of the "real" Bazett left in this woman. Her brain had been replaced with a potato battery powered chip playing Leave it to Beaver reruns. The thing walking around is nothing more than a zombie, a husk.]

2. Action; all around town

[Bazett, or to be more accurate, her husk, is wandering around Mayfield. Without a brain, she cannot recognize her house. Instead, her body is pantomiming the actions of the episodes being played by the chip. Blood is still pouring down her head, the wounds left untreated.]

Pot roast, potato pancakes, and what's the big idea? 

[She might invade people's houses, or assault people trying to use them to play out the latest action being shown by the chip. If anyone tries to talk to her, she will answer with quotes from the show depending on the member of the Cleaver family that she believes she is at the moment.]

[Today, very close to the factory, you may encounter a mummy in Mayfield. A mummy with cat ears and a tail, which has also been thoughtfully wrapped. The mummy is holding what seems to be a beating heart in a jar, and keeps looking from it to the factory. There are more organs sitting on a gurney inside, all pulsing like the heart, but Orin could only manage to bring one jar with her. Without help, there's no way she'll be able to carry every single internal organ in her body.

And so, she is at a loss. The first time, she tried to leave without her organs. She didn't get very far before her head began to empty, her posture began to worsen, and her arms began to rise. At some point, she found herself turned around after shuffling aimlessly for a few minutes, and the closer she got to the factory, the better she got.

She decided, then, to bring her heart with her. The heart is the core of the body, after all; it and the brain are the most essential in terms of life and death, and maybe that's what was causing the problem.

But as soon as she left, she could feel her thoughts dimming, and all she could do was go back. So now she paces outside the factory, looking back inside, unsure of what to do. She could try pushing the organs along with her feet as she walked, but that could break the jars, and she doesn't know what would happen if the jars broke. There's no way she can carry them all by herself. Orin has found herself between a rock and a hard place, unable to leave the factory unless someone comes to her assistance.

So all she can do is stand just outside the factory and wait. And if someone does happen to get within earshot, Orin will force the fabric around her mouth apart and yell:]

Heeeey! You! I got a favor to ask!

Action A: Outside the hospital

(The instant he is dumped outside of the hospital, Django scurries towards any type of shade he can find, wincing and groaning in pain as he does so. His glare shifts between the bright sun in the sky and the hospital before him; the very tool his survival was based on, the sun, could kill him if he were exposed to its rays for too long.

He had been in a situation much like this before, but the pain seemed to be worse because he was still in his normal form. With his body still aching from the hallucinated burns, he lies face down in the snow in hopes of numbing the pain away. Unless he could somehow travel in the shade, he would have to wait until night time before he could safely return home.)

Phone: Filtered to Abel Nightroad.

(Django’s normally optimistic tone is now much more grim than it normally is.)

Partner…I’m in a lot of trouble, and…I’m not sure how long I can last…

Action B: Around Mayfield.

(One way or another, Django managed to get home and tried to rest and recuperate, but too many factors kept him from doing so. The sense of restlessness kept him from staying in one place, but all of the windows…all of the sunlight practically covering every inch of the house…he literally would have died if he stayed there. Sleep wasn’t an option anymore, even at night; it was the only time he could safely be outside now.

So here he was, wandering the streets of Mayfield, looking for people who needed help. For those who see him sneaking in the shade or ducking under anything he can carry, he’s visibly exhausted and in a lot of pain. Whether he dies or collapses from fatigue, Django looks as though he’ll fall over soon.)

[Action; Donna's mind.]

[The Doctor is released from the hospital the next day. He has bandages around his head and blood seeping through his shirt from stitches on his chest. Definitely another victim of surgery.

Except he's not the Doctor right now, he's John Smith. The Doctor is someone that exists in dreams and the vague corners of his mind. He lives a normal life, he works at a temp agency, just like Donna Noble does now. Her brain now in his head, forcing him to live a normal life as she now does. An eye for an eye. He can never be anything great. Or even anything terrible. He's suffered the worst fate of all: a normal life.

The first thing John Smith sees is a hospital that he's never been to in a town he doesn't know. He gasps and then winces in pain. He's covered in sewn up wounds. What the hell just happened... Was he kidnapped? But why? He was the Doctor just a normal temp worker. What could he possibly have that criminals want? But if he was kidnapped, who kidnapped him? Could they still be around.

Gathering what little wits he has, John Smith stumbles away from the hospital, ignoring anyone who shouts after him. He wanders through rows and rows of houses and streets, searching for anything familiar but finds none. He isn't even sure if this is England anymore. Or if it's still 2011. He finds a pay phone on the street. It's archaic, but usable. With a trembling hand he grabs the phone.

He calls to anyone who listen.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me? What the bloody hell is this? Who's fucked up game is this? I don't know why you wanted to grab me, but I tell you, I'm just a temp. Nothing special, no money, not even a house, I rent! Completely normal bloke. My family's not rich either, my brother just owns a shop, they can't... pay you anything.

Ah... shit. This... they've cut me open. Might have stolen my organs or something. Got all these bandages and scars and this is just... Blimey, this so bloody fucked up.

So please... if anyone out there can here me. My name is John Smith. I'm 28 and I live in Chiswick... ah, London in the United Kingdom. I've been kidnapped. Please just help me. I've got a girlfriend.

My head fucking hurts. Think they missed around in there. Feels like it's going to burn up. Is there... a Doctor around here?

[Action: Rose's heart; around town.]

[The Doctor remembers who he is now. But not where he is. In his mind, he's now trapped in an alternate universe. Everything that he used to know about Mayfield is different. Rose's heart makes him feel the loss and confusion she did when he left her in that grim alternate world. Lonely, alone, and heart broken, like living half-alive.

Perhaps that's why he's giving you that glare. And, combined with the blood and bandages, it's a slightly unnerving glare. But the glare is twisted with a grimace as he grips the fabric of his shirt near his chest. It seems to be beating out of time.]

Yes? What do you want?

[Action; Amy's heart; around town]

[Suddenly, the Doctor is reaching out and grabbing you. Yanking you off the street and close to him. He looks upset, disheveled, and his wounds are starting to bleed again. He looks positively mad; and not in the kind usual way he does. He has his sonic screwdriver pointed at a crack in the street. He swallows and trembles as he does.]

Get away from them! They've already gotten half the town. If you go near the cracks you'll be eaten away, erased from existence, never to have existed.

(The Doctor is experiencing what he has put his companions through. He will be snapping in between being normal and whatever effect he's currently under. Generally, he is not dangerous but if provoked under the wrong circumstances he might attack.]

[PHONE CALL filtered from NPCs:]

Hey. Uh. Look, I know a lotta bad shit's happened out there to y'all. I wish I could do more to help. I don't know first aid, or have healing magic, or anythin' like that. What I do know, though, is mechanics. And I know that doctor did some technical implants. If you or someone ya know needs help with 'em in any way, like if they're malfunctioning or somethin', let me know. I can help. My name's Quinn, an' I'm at 339 Brady Lane. Either stop by, or call me and let me know where ya are. I'll come by and do what I can.

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[Action: True to his word, Quinn will help. His garage is being cleared out from the usual entertainment center it usually is. He's setting up tools - everything from his laptop to screwdrivers to a blowtorch - and making space on the floor, laying down tarps and blankets. He's not sure what to expect. He knows things in Mayfield have gotten gruesome, and he's trying to prepare himself mentally for it.]

●　Action ; Morning ; Outside Mayfield Hospital

[Even though the drugs have finally worn off he still feels disorientated and woozy. The strange weight in his stomach makes him feel sick. Surveying the others outside he doesn't particularly recognize anyone, being in just as bad a situation he doesn't particularly care to help either. Latvia was used to being the one being helped, rather than the one doing the helping. Trying to gather his bearings he wonders where he should go from here]

●　Action ; Daytime ; Around Mayfield

[It's hopeless. He doesn't know where he should go or what he should do, he just knows he wants someone to help. As he wanders he just keeps muttering angrily to himself under his breath]

You should have just stayed inside! If you'd just kept out of the way instead of wondering the streets like an idiot...! You had a goddamned weapon, why didn't you use it?

[Just as he starts getting louder and more aggressive he beings shaking. While shaking was fairly normal for Latvia this seemed quite artificial. He doubles over, clutching at his stomach and breathing deeply in an attempt to calm down.

He knows he shouldn't be, but for some reason he's just furious at everything. Angry at the fact he let himself get caught, angry at the fact no one tried to save him, angry at the fact he's so pathetic he needs someone to save him because he can't save himself... Once he manages to calm down he continues on his way, pausing every so often as he's afflicted with the vibrations again]

●　Phone ; Evening

Just what the hell happened? I keep asking and asking but not one person has given me a straight answer! What's with this town? Why would anyone feel the need to mutilate people like that!?

It's not fair! I didn't do anything to deserve this! Is this just all for your fun!? Is that it? Because I swea-- ahhh...ah...

[The yelling dies down into a whimper and if you listen closely, you can hear a very faint bleeping]

ooc [So the experimental surgery means that Latvia was injected with a drug that makes him prone to outbursts of anger. This wouldn't be a problem if it weren't a trigger for the bomb in his stomach.]

[At first, there's just the nervous clattering of someone fumbling with the phone and the sound of heavy breathing. No words, just shuffling. Finally, after a moment pregnant with tense silence, the Psiioniic finally whispers into the phone.]

I need help. A thertain inthane witch kidnapped me, and won't let me go. I can't get away on my own- not in thith thtupid weak human body.

If you're a thtranger, I'll pay you back. If you're Thol or Feferi, fuck off. Anyone elthe, I'll take what I can get, tho-

[A sudden, inhuman shriek interrupts the call, and there's a few thuds as Psiioniic drops the phone briefly in surprise.]

What the hell do you think you're doing--

[If the sounds he makes- along with a string of vulgar curses- are any indication, he's in a hurry to pick it up. A thud as something heavy is slammed into a wall, sounds of struggle- then his rasping, desperate voice.]

Anderthon! Anderthon! 724- FUCKING HELP!

ENOUGH!


[ooc: For slightly obvious reasons, both Psii and Condesce are... preoccupied. Your character can respond to the phonecall, but there's no guarantee that Condesce will pick up! (And she's most definitely not letting Psii handle the phone.) If you want to try and rescue the poor schmuck, then you'll need to get in contact with us. There's... a bit of a clusterfuck that's going to be happening.]

[ Action: Around Town (Open to All) ]
( cut for gore )

[Action A: Store

For all that he wants to go directly to Rin's side, Len is surprised to find himself reluctant to do so. He's not entirely sure why - Rin is his sister, his other half, the stronger of them in many ways, and the one he always relies on. So why is he so hesitant, now that he needs her more than ever?

Trying to think about it is uncomfortable, so he doesn't. Instead, he makes excuses for himself to go anywhere but Rin's house. The malt shop was his first idea: he's a little hungry, and his mouth hurts. A milkshake might soothe the pain. But the realization that he wouldn't be able to taste it was enough to make him turn around on the spot.

It was the pain that finally drove him to the store. There was medicine for pain, right? And stuff to keep his wounds clean. Bandages. First-aid stuff.

The only problem is that he still has no idea what he needs. So if you're in the grocery store today, you might see a lost-looking blond teenager in the pharmacy section, staring helplessly at racks of pill bottles.]


[Action B: 947 Beulah

After finishing his shopping, Len couldn't manufacture any more excuses, and he's missing Rin too much to want to try. Onwards to 947 Beulah he goes.

... And he can't bring himself to knock on the door. Something inside him goes cold at the thought of Rin seeing him like this. At the idea of trying to talk to her, without a tongue.

He wants to see her, too much to bring himself to leave. He's afraid to see her, too much to knock on the door.

He ends up just sitting disconsolately on the stoop, quietly humming an eerie tune to himself. It's not one of his songs, or even Rin's, but he hasn't been able to get it out of his head.]

[Action: 341 Brady Lane, morning]

[After an approximate 24 hour absence, Sin stumbles back home looking rather worse for wear, muttering and cursing to himself. A solid crunch of a wall getting a fist punched through it alerts to his return, the drone mother glancing up to greet him with her fake cheerfulness, without a hint of shock or fright at his lashing out.]

--Shut up!

[A sickening crackle follows his spat retort.]


[Action: In and around Mayfield High, daytime]

[Anyone who runs into Sin today will note he's not his usual cocky self; what he is seems to be wildly different for each person he meets.. and thensome.]

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[ooc; Warning for possible gruesome violence and/or character death if you get homicidal!Sin! Let me know if you'd prefer me not to tag with that moodswing and also if you'd prefer not to have your character die (or, if you'd like them to)! I'll check for permission first either way.]

 

( Action : Locked to Schuldig )

 

 

2 - Open Action to anyone around the town. Ken is wandering about with a dazed look on his face. While he wont attack right away he is definately on guard and the first sign of trouble he will be in your face with those claws.  The surgery has given him claws (that have become badly infected) and cat ears,  not to mention a growing paranoia that everyone is out to kill him and infection fever.

3 –Open Action : Ken is now outright on a berserker rampage. He sees you, he is going to try and kill you. However he is not moving very fast and is not the most coordinated. It will be easy to escape him if you don't want to fight.

[[ooc: I have a death lined up for him unfortunately so please don't outright kill him, however injuring is always in the cards.

 

( Action : Locked to Theo Crawford )