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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 eyes widen, unsure of what to do. She steps a little closer, probably into his range of vision now, and a moment later she grabs at his hands, fingers tight around his wrists with a grip a lot stronger than she looks.]

That won't help. You'll only hurt yourself.

[Poland freezes as she grips him, stopping him from tearing at his neck. He doesn't recognize who she is and is sure that he's never seen her before although something about her rings familiar to him.

Tense and shying as far away as he can with her gripping him, he exhales deeply through his nose with tight lips making a blowing sound. He can feel his anxiety rising even higher in his chest at the thought of being forced to interact with someone new and he wants nothing more, but for her to let go of his arms so he can get away from her and hide--]

...

[But... maybe the fact that she was a stranger was better than someone familiar. He didn't want Lithuania or Hungary... or even Russia to see him disfigured so grotesquely like this, not that they would ever be able to recognize him...

She smelled like maple which reminded him of someone familiar at least.]

[Despite not knowing the person, or even being able to guess what he was trying to communicate, she's determined to keep a hold of him. Something about him just sings of needing to be helped with all her freedom and liberty and ingenuity, so she'll keep his arms, sliding her fingers to his so it's more like holding his hands, than just gripping his wrists to keep them still.]

You're in the presence of the United States of America now, so you can be sure I will do everything I can to fix this. But you gotta calm down first, alright?

[She'll figure something out. She has to.]

[Poland snorts at her introduction. Either she was lying to him or she was crazy. He knew who America was --the whole freaking world knew who America was-- and this was not America.

Although there was a third option he realized, aware of his own predicament. Maybe they'd somehow turned her into America. She had his powerful grip and what looked like his obnoxious hero complex at least.]

...

[Poland tries to relax, squeezing her hands gently. At this moment... Poland needed someone.

Who better than a hero?]

[She gives a little smile, squeezing his hands carefully in return.]

It's scary, I'm sure, but I'll figure something out eventually. It's just best you don't hurt yourself until then. You can be like my trusty pony sidekick. Every gal needs one of those, right?

[Poland squeals at her, waving his slightly bloody finger in her face threateningly as if to say, "Don't push it with the pony puns, Ms. America."]

Okay, okay... I should be fair to both genders, you're right. Everyone needs a trusty pony sidekick.

[Poland sighs.] Pbbt.

[Well, she was still totally better than nothing, he guessed.]

Once we get you sorted out, I'll make sure you get one for a bit, too. Hopefully a real pony, though, because this is sort of creepy. It'll be great.

[Normally the idea of getting another pony would be very exciting for Poland. But after this... he thinks it might be time for Mr. Pony to go home for a bit.

For serious this time.

Also Liet can babysit the pony he gave him for Christmas for a bit.]

...

[In any case, he needs to figure out a way to communicate somehow. This girl obviously had no idea what different pony noises meant. Poland extends one hand out flat and makes a scribbling gesture with the other. There had to be something he could write on in this dump.]

[Give her a moment.

...

Lightbulb!]

Hey, if I got you some paper, you'd be able to write to me, wouldn't you? I'll go see what I can find. You just stay here.