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[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 30th, the following characters will be brought to the factory following their operations:

Rikku
Belphegor
Ilsa Higa
Terezi Pyrope
Equius Zahaak
Yukihina
Blue
Ivo Robotnik
Signless
Ichirin Kumoi
Bazett McRemitz
The Captain
Canada
Gamzee Makara
Poland
Hiccup
Dizzy
Mesousa
Flandre Scarlet
Haruhi Suzumiya

[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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[ Her first reaction is to mewl in terror at the mention of her name. After a few moments, she mumbles from under the covers on her gurney, her eyes wide with fear. ]

W-what do you want?

What did I just do? What the...

[Again, he spams a little and coughs up a coin into the bucket.]

Son of a...

[Another spasm and quarter vomited into the bucket.]

Ilsa... it's me, The Captain. This is...

[Another spasm and quarter.]

Oh...

[Another.]

They... they made you stop s-swearing...

[ There's nothing visible of her, except her eyes. Open wide, but her pupils are pinpricks. ]

Maybe, I don't know.

When I get out of this bed, I am going to...

[That caused more twitching to cut him off and he coughs out another quarter.]

I wasn't even going to curse that time! You...

[There he goes again. That bucket is off to a good start.]

ididn'tdoit.

[ Ilsa hides completely under the covers, shaking ]

I know you didn't, just...

[Spasm, cough, coin into the bucket.]

...

Just calm down, okay?

[ There's a soft whimper that might be Ilsa saying "okay", but it's not very clear. ]

Now, I think I might be able to...

[Looks down to his bandages, seeing a red stain blossom and begin to spread.]

Oh, great, just what I need. A...

[Nope, that's not going to help. More spasms as he vomits up another quarter, this makes the red grow faster.]