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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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[Moving around is actually helping him out a little. He's still stiff and in pain and his mouth of course is still burned, but moving around is loosening up his soreness a bit.

Rikku is really not looking good, though. He bends down and puts a hand on her shoulder and takes his hand away from his mouth long enough to whisper hoarsely.]

Maybe you should stop.

[Rikku blinks at him a few times when he whispers to her, surprised that he's braved the attempt to talk to her. While what he says makes sense from pretty much any angle she can think of, she shakes her head in response to it.]

I can't stop. That'd just be giving up. It's what they want, isn't it?

But...

[But he can't blame her. He doesn't want her to get hurt, though... what's he supposed to do?

He sits on the floor next to her, confused.]

[She gives him a pained smile.]

Don't worry about me, I'll be okay. We should keep going.

[And she starts to slowly crawl, although her coordination is shot by the fact that her hands are on the wrong wrists. Progress is excruciatingly slow, and she occasionally faceplants into the floor.]

... this was a better plan in my head.

[He wants to be able to help, but he just doesn't know how. He scoots alongside her, because he doesn't know what else to do.]

I think walking might work better.

[She slowly stands, then gives him an apologetic look.]

Hey, I know you're hurting, but... maybe you can kind of help me along? Let me lean on you a bit.

We're almost at the door.

[He nods and stands and takes her arm and puts it around his shoulders. Uh. Sorry about the scales.

And the wing.]

You're kind of scratchy. [It's more an idle comment than a complaint.]

Thanks.

[And they hobble along into the next room.]

[He doesn't seem upset by the comment. After all, they probably bother him more than they bother her, so it's a valid complaint even if it were a complaint.]