event: new and improved; factory day 1

[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 27th, the following characters will be brought to the factory following their operations:



Kumatora
Trisha Elric
Shana
Crowley
Netherlands
Gilgamesh
Jane Barton
Hiling Care
Peter Parker
Tatsuki
Karina Lyle
Australia
Accelerator
Madame Foster
Rory Williams
Spain
Tieria
Raz
Mr. Freeze
Sideswipe


[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

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley seems to be one of the least injured, seeing as how he'd only been stuck with a needle. He's irritated and he's given up, for the moment, on finding a way out.]

I don't really know, mate. But it rather looks like a bunch of us were abducted and are being used as some sort of guinea pigs for some reason.

[webball]

Abducted? All of us? I don't remember being abducted... wait.

[Brief, quick memories of him standing near his house, having a conversation before feeling faint, like he was drugged...]

...So, you're telling me all of us were experimented on? By who?!

[eyesofaserpent]

Mrs. Johnson was the one to inject me. I'm sure she had something to do with everyone's experiences here.

[webball]

Are you... all right? Anything feel out of sorts?

[eyesofaserpent]

I'm fine as far as I can tell. What about yourself?

[webball]

I... yeah. Yeah, it's kinda freaking me out, too. I mean, I'd almost rather feel sick, because then I'd have more of an idea of what's wrong with me. Right now, I can't tell if someone's screwed around with me or if I just have a poorly-timed headache.

Plus, some of these people look... Jesus.

[eyesofaserpent]

Right... I take it they knocked you out?

Oh, er... I'm Crowley.

[webball]

Well, I'm confused as heck. But I'm also Peter.

[eyesofaserpent]

Peter? I think we're all on the confused end of the scale.

[webball]

I just hope we don't all tip it over...
[He dimly realizes that he's getting hungry. Great. Migraine AND hunger, what a nice cocktail.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[A nice cocktail would be quite nice right about now.]

You and me both, mate.

[webball]

Hey, have you seen that Dr. Johnson before? She seemed different from your usual drone. A lot more self-assured and intelligent. And she's not ranting about pies or sunny weather like everyone else.

[eyesofaserpent]

I may have seen her in passing before. But this certainly isn't what I'd expect from the native residents here.