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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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[snort]

I didn't take it. I am merely the unexpectant benefactor upon which this exquisite bounty has been thrust. I could not have even refused it if I wanted to.

[He chuckles darkly, smiling as sweetly as he can as he leans forward and reaches out to pap Gamzee's cheek] So, Makara, I am afraid that it is you who is misinformed, not I. I am sorry for your loss, however, though at least now your blood belongs to someone who will treat it to the respect it deserves.

[The papping is what sends him over the edge - he's already feeling miserable over Karkat's death, and the feeling of someone who is not his moirail touching him in such an intimate way sends a jolt of disgust so intense through his entire body that he feels like he's about to throw up.

Instead, he grabs the hand that Equius is papping him with and attempts to sink his fangs into it and rip out the flesh.]

[Unfortunately, Equius is running high on pain and his own recently inflated sense of self-worth. His "respect" for Gamzee, the one that kept his disgust buried and him obedient? Gone. Now, if nothing else, they stand as equals, and there is nothing stopping him from snarling in disgust and throwing a punch at another highblood.]

[There's actually quite a lot of him insisting that giving Gamzee a bloody nose is possibly the best idea he's ever had]

[He spits out the blood and chunk of flesh in disgust - it's the wrong type of indigo, it's not what he's craving, he needs something different--

Equius's punch hits him straight on while he's distracted. He snarls, about to lunge for the insolent little motherfucking fraud when the blood trickles from his nose into his mouth. His eyes widen as the agonizing pain that's been plaguing him ever since his crash finally ebbs a little and he makes a hungry sound, backing away and covering his nose to try and save every drop, licking the blood off desperately. It's nowhere near the incredible rush from the first hit of the drug, but it's enough to take the edge off just a little, just enough for him to come back to his senses and for the violent rage to cede.]

[While Gamzee's reeling, Equius staggers to his feet, swaying just a bit where he stands. His hand hurts, but it's just one more hurt among the many. He examines it, of course, giving the wound a curious little lick, tasting the strange new blood. Not a bad taste, but it's hardly the ambrosia Gamzee seems to think his new blood is.]

Why, isn't that droll? [He snorts, watching Gamzee lap up his blood with amusement] Have you replaced one addiction for another? Would you like me to hit you again? Get the blood really flowing...