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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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[Hello Terezi.]

[Right before your eyes, eight pink, thick fingers wrap around the edge of the bed. Then, slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, Gamzee's horns inch into view. No black, tangled masses of hair accompany them, however. Just smooth, slightly greasy strands of blond, followed by wide blue eyes, the whites laced with indigo]

[ S T A R I N G ]

[Right into your eyes]

[Right into your soul]

[She sees the familiar horns, and the strange human even looks like Equius to her, but her vision's been so distorted that looking upon him is downright horrifying.

She shuts her eyes (and then sees them all screaming again) and grits her teeth together.]

Nnf- [When she tries to speak, all she can vocalize is a vague sound.

It's hard to talk without a tongue, after all.]

[The rest of his head pops up, his face split by a dazed (or maybe simply crazed) smile. It took him a little while to get to Terezi, so the sopor in Gamzee's blood was starting to wear off, the pain from his surgery starting to feel more real.]

[Really, the effects of each weren't so different. He wasn't thinking clearly, and to him, her little guttural sound was easily mistaken for the rumblings of a dragon. So he responds in kind]

Hrrf.

[Shoot, let's be musclebeasts]

[She opens her eyes, looking at him blearily as if she's forgotten how to use her eyes. His face distorts horrifically in her head.

She tries to speak again and gives up. She opens her mouth; the wound where her tongue used to be is poorly closed. She shuts it and spits some blood out onto her lap, and then, trying to ignore the sound flooding her ears, reaches with uncertain hands for the medical chart by her bed. All sensation has gone from her body, so her movements are awkward, completely uncertain of just what she is touching and how. She grips the pen clumsily and writes on top of her chart without the energy to substitute her usual numbers.]

equius?
that's you right?

Yes.

[he smiles up at her, reaching for her lap, running a finger through the blood. He looks at it thoughtfully a moment, as if it holds all the answers to the universe.]

Or is? Gamzee is inside me. Every piece of him but his mind. I even have his horns. [grin] Would that make me part him? What would you call us? Gamquius? Equizee?

[She stares at him, trying to see him for what he is and not what the visions are making her see. Her expression falters at his question, at the mad tone in his voice, and she manages to fumble her way through another sentence.]

i wonder
did they kill him to do that to you

No. [He shrugs, so flippantly, and reaches over to her clipboard, drawing a smile with her blood] He's here. Addicted to some new substance. [snicker] He's made of it! He has to eat himself to feed his addiction! Isn't that just lovely?

[She shakes her head quickly in response to his question and weakly tries to pull the clipboard away, but relents and watches the teal of her blood smear into a smile.]

you've lost it
just like him

I have not. [pout] Once whatever sopor was in his blood is gone, I will be PERFECTLY perfect.