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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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[ Having been awake and aware during the surgery, Bel knows exactly what has happened. Does that make it worse or better? Because this way he knows exactly what's happened to him, but it also means he remembers every single second of the pain of it all. He knows his fingers are replaced with knives, that his eyes are gone. Also, there's a mink tail coming out of his lower back. And fuck his hands hurt. He can move them --slightly.

Pain's something he can like --if he gets hurt in battle that is.

And there's something in place of his eyes, he can feel that. But he has no idea with what. Makes him feel lucky that his bangs cover them.

So for a while he's just... sitting on the bed and trying to move his hands even through the intense pain, rendering them half paralysed and quite useless.

And he's listening. Listening to see if he can recognise any of the voices in the room. ]

[That looks mighty painful, so Belphegor will get company at some point, a woman standing at his bedside.]

Hey, kiddo... that looks painful.

[ It is painful. So much that he's got a hard time giving her even a slight smile. Yet he does, all through the sweat created by the sever pain. ]

Yeah...don't feel all of my hands though...I think..

They're... Well, don't worry about it. You can learn to work around it. It'll be sorta cool, even, when you do. [Just... patting him on the shoulder, as if that'll help.]

Can I get you anything?

I know what's happened to them. I was awake the whole time. [ But the pain makes it feel as if there's still fingers there, and they're hurting badly. But he knows there's no fingers there. So it doesn't make sense, really. ]

I don't think so....or are there anything to drink in this place?

I can find you something. Just sit tight, okay?

[Another squeeze to his shoulder and she disappears, returning when she has water for him.]

Sure.

[ He doesn't even know if there's anywhere to go in here.

He's gonna try to drink that water by himself at first, but it isn't an easy thing to do when you're unable to use your hands. ]

[She just watches a moment, then lets out a little 'oh' and takes the cup back, holding it to his lips instead.]

Here, so you don't cut your face.

[ He drinks, and he's thankful, yes, but he will never say it out loud. ]