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

[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?

[moemoetentacles]

[Her head slowly turns to look back at Liet.

Eyes blinking separately.

Actually, is she even looking at him?

It's hard to tell, with the way they're situated.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania stares some more, uncertain. She's really creeping him out, but not only would taking off be rude, he's not sure his robotic legs would allow it.]

C-can you understand what I'm saying?

[moemoetentacles]

[Squid Girl nods and slowly opens her mouth to say something, but instead of words, all that comes out is a torrent of sticky black ink. Which isn't normally that odd for her, except now she can't control it at all.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania jerks back out of the way, knocking one of his legs off in the process. At a loss about what to do with it, not exactly processing things correctly, he picks the leg up and puts it in his lap.

It takes six seconds for him to really process this chain of events.]

W-what's going on?

[moemoetentacles]

[The ink clearly must have surprised Squid Girl too, as she quickly clamps a tentacle over her mouth to stop the flow. After a few seconds, she tries to answer again, less enthusiastically this time.]

I don't know!

[Well, at least she's forming words, even if they are being half-gurgled through the ink which is still flowing from her mouth as she speaks them. Also, those creepy eyes on the sides of her head are starting to tear up as reality starts to set in on her again.]

[vytis]

[Oh, so she can talk. There's still ink pouring out of her mouth, which is really weird, though. And somehow her talking makes her both more and less creepy at the same time. Lithuania looks from the leg in his lap to her and back again.]

C-can you remember before today?

[moemoetentacles]

Y-yeah! I was just sleeping! I didn't do anything at all! I wasn't even in the dairy with their stupid machine!

[Well, it was a nice thought, but her earlier restraint sure didn't last long. There is now a veritable spit-parade of ink being spewed every which way as she rants and raves.]

[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.

[moemoetentacles]

[Instead of the wall, she just bangs right into Kono, stopping short of where she was walking and just kind of standing there for the time being. Her brain hasn't really rebooted yet.]

[surf_n_makai]

[Kono holds onto Squid Girl's shoulders, partly to keep Squid Girl from moving and partly to steady herself. She's been extremely dizzy since she's woken up.]

Squid Girl? [gasp] You in there?

[moemoetentacles]

[Eventually her eyes unglaze as she attempts to look back at Kono.]

Y-yeah...

[And it goes without saying at this point that she's dribbling ink as she speaks.]

[surf_n_makai]

[Kono instinctively wipes at the ink, but all she manages to do is smear it. Even though it's a small problem, especially compared to everything else they had done to Squid Girl, Kono feels her chest tighten further in sympathy.]

Come on Squid, [gasp] let's sit down.

[moemoetentacles]

[She nods quietly, fumbling for Kono's hand and following her.]

[surf_n_makai]

[Kono gives her hand a squeeze as she finds them an empty bed to sit on. Sitting will do the, both some good.

Can you see?

[firstofthefallen]

[What is that?

The creatures Helel has been forced to be with here have seemed somewhat odd-looking, though not entirely unlike the Heavenly Chorus. But this is entirely new. And it peaks his curiosity.

Hello Squid Girl. There's a ten year old boy with red horns grafted to the side of his head and a tail grafted to his back just looking at you curiously, not entirely understanding your distress.]

Hello?

[The word is slurred, meandering, due to the forked tongue the doctors have seen fit to give him as well.]

[moemoetentacles]

[She gurgles out an only half-intelligible response as her mouth leaks ink onto the floor.]

[crosseyed]

How disgusting.

[[she watches the squid... person with a wrinkled nose as it bumps around.]] Such an abomination, I do not need to do anything to cause you despair. Your entire existence is despair, now.

[moemoetentacles]

Shut up!

[Clearly upset with even the smallest of taunts right now, Squid Girl tries to shoot a jet of ink at Nia's face. Unfortunately, her aim is way off - her depth perception is ten kinds of fucked up right now.]

[crosseyed]

And you are completely useless, too. [[she looks at the ink stain, which is obviously not on her face.]]

I can not even find it in me to pity you. Truly, you are better off dead.

[moemoetentacles]

[In response to this, she just starts crying. There are now tears and ink leaking everywhere.]

[crosseyed]

Crying will not help you, now. [[piling it on, piling it on...]]

No matter how many tears of hideous ink you cry, nothing will ever come of it. When you are done, you will still be the same, awful, abstract creature and that will be your life, if we can call it that, from now on.

[moemoetentacles]

No! I'm not going to stay like this forever! Mayfield will make it better... eventually.

[crosseyed]

Your original form could not be much better.

Either way, you're worthless, disgusting trash.