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Mayfield Mods ([personal profile] mayfield_mods) wrote in [community profile] mayfield_rpg2012-01-28 12:00 am
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event: new and improved; factory day 2



[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.]
vytis: (crazy--well what are you then)

[personal profile] vytis 2012-01-28 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a pop as his joint unlocks as he struggles to wheel himself back in his wheelchair.]

I'm not trying to kill you! I don't even know who you are!
tennen: (pic#1212321)

[personal profile] tennen 2012-01-28 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
[A series of images flash through his mind, though the sedation still hasn't completely worn off.]

Don't come any closer!

[And whether Lithuania is wheeling closer or not, Shion will scoot toward the far edge of the bed, trembling and curled in on himself in self-defense.]
vytis: (all in all you're just another)

[personal profile] vytis 2012-01-28 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
I-I'm sorry?!

[One of Lithuania's arms sparks and fails, jerking his wheelchair in a useless circle and loosening one of his legs. He makes a little, startled noise and goes about trying to reattach it properly.]
tennen: (pic#1212313)

[personal profile] tennen 2012-01-28 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Once Lithuania is distracted, Shion will reach for the nearest object - the bottle of pills by the bedside will do nicely - and throw it with all of his might. Which isn't saying much, since the drugs are still wearing off and his aim may be weak or completely lacking in accuracy.]
vytis: (who's playing tricks on me?)

[personal profile] vytis 2012-01-28 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[He gets lucky! Or Lithuania is unlucky. Either way it hits Lithuania in the forehead and spills everywhere. He isn't hurt at all, just startled.]

H-Hey! I'm not trying to hurt you!
tennen: (pic#1212324)

[personal profile] tennen 2012-01-28 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Shion will use this time to make what must be one of the most inelegant escape attempts in history, as he scrambles off of the side of the bed and onto the floor, taking a good ten seconds to get up on his feet and run diagonally back and forth toward the door as if he's severely dazed. In his attempt to escape he knocks into seemingly everything in his path and leaves objects clattering to the ground in his wake as he wobbles the whole way to the door. Even still, he's trying with all of his might to get out, as if he's in some sort of dire, life-threatening peril.]
vytis: (who can it be)

[personal profile] vytis 2012-01-28 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Lithuania winces as he watches the confused escape attempt. Going to help him will probably just get things thrown at him again, but...]

Y-you're going to hurt yourself!
tennen: (pic#1212336)

[personal profile] tennen 2012-01-28 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Shion's breathing heavily by this point, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes as he screams and dashes out the door (to the best of his ability).

Sorry, Lithuania. It's not you, it's him.]