mayfield_rpg | 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.]

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*Hey guys, pay no attention to the young alien girl with the horns slumped in the least unsanitary corner, holding her head and trying to figure out if the sudden and overpowering thirst for blood is in her imagination or real.*

[ The Kid manages to spot her out of the corner of his eye. He might’ve been preoccupied with the fact that someone out there was following him, but that doesn’t stop him from stumbling over to her. Once he does though, he feels an overwhelming sensation, as if he’s loosing himself entirely. And rightfully so. ]

--Must be boring sitting there by yourself!

[ The childish tone sounds strange with his voice. It seems forced. Strained, even. And the oddly unfazed smile accompanying it didn’t exactly help with that either. It’s like he’s completely unaware of anything wrong. ]

Hey doll, what’s cracking?

[ He follows that up with a dry laugh. Ha ha ha. If anything, he certainly seems like easy prey, doesn’t he Kanaya? ]

*She twitches, long fingernails digging deep into the skin of her arms, and she shakes her head violently. When she speaks, it sounds strained, almost desperate.* N-no.

Please, you-- I can't, so-- it's imperative that... d-don't be near me..

Holy moly, what’s got you so nervous?

[ It’s obvious he’s not going to bother trying to listen. At least not when he's like this. He leans in closer, ignoring anything obviously wrong with her. Needless to say, the Kid's not at all helping with the situation here. ]

Don’t tell me! It’s your squeeze, ain’t it? Don’t worry baby doll, I bet I can take him!

*She can smell it. Even through the drug-addled haze that makes everything around her seem dark and fuzzy and wobbly, she can smell his blood. She can practically hear it pulse through his veins with every beat of his heart, she's acutely aware of the little sound as it races through his jugular and--* P... please.

*Because in another second, she's not going to be able to--

--oops.

Too late.

She snaps upright, hand coming out to his shoulder, the other to the side of his head and pushing to expose more of his neck and throat. And she sinks her fangs into the area where neck meets shoulder.*

[ The moment she bites down, a flicker of awareness comes over him. He’s dazed, confused, unable to process what just happened, but the sudden pain registers completely. All the Kid can do is try to pry her off, pushing against her firmly. ]

Stop! Stop! I—

--I haven’t even taken you out to dinner yet! What’ll the kids at school say?

[ He pushes again, playfully this time but with much more force, as if he doesn’t know his own strength. Can’t have any of this, after all. It’d be a total scandal. ]

*And when he pushes her off, she goes stumbling back, lacking her real Rainbow Drinker strength, colliding with the wall. She's coughing, red trickles flooding her mouth - his red. But the coppery tinge that floods her mouth isn't oddly delicious, like Feferi or Terezi had been after her transformation; rather it's revolting like the taste of her lusus had been.

And yet she can't help herself as she swallows her mouthful, feeling disgusted but oddly sated. Somewhat sated.*

Hah! You’re awful feisty, you know.

[ As the blood starts to trickle down, his hand moves over to its source, entirely by instinct. He goes completely quiet once he does, his forced smile lessening into something more natural. She bit him. She bit him and he was bleeding. ]

What—?

[ He stops to look down at her, wide eyed, as she swallows the blood. His blood. ]

*And Kanaya recoils in disgust, covering her face with her arms and trying to press back against the wall as though she could just blend into it.*

Stay-- away-- from me. Stay away!

[ Kid does as requested, taking a long step back, hand pressed against his neck. He's still out of it, but that doesn't mean he's not able to put it together from her reaction. It's not her fault; it's theirs, the ones that brought them here. ]

... It'll be alright. [ He sounds oddly calm despite the circumstances. ] Just settle down, Miss. Please.

If-- if you come any closer I'll try and bite you again, I'm thirsty and-- ugh, how revolting--

Sorry. I—didn’t listen earlier. [ He rubs his head, groggy as ever. ] For some reason.

[ Kid takes another step back, but he’s apprehensive about just leaving her here. ]

... Anything I could do, Miss?

*She shakes her head violently.* Just-- just stay away, I can hear it in your veins and-- stay away.

event: new and improved; factory day 2

Kanaya Maryam, recovery, open

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Holy hell i didn't know we had a Kid!

y-you've played bastion? oh man you don't know how happy that makes me.

Yes! I still need to beat it but I thought it was fantastic.

(1/2) definitely! it's one of the best games i've played in a while. :')

(2/2)

I want a narrator like that in my life.

his voice would make everything beautiful and amazing.

that it would

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