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

[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.

[moemoetentacles]

It's a lot better! But the stupid humans just won't leave me alone!

[Yeah, she mad. Ink is flying everywhere.]