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[mayfield_mods]

[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.]

Comments

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup is lying on his side on a bed in the recovery room. His eyes are shut tightly and his hands cover his face as he tries to forget what just happened to him... except there's no possible way he can forget, because he was awake and conscious for every second.

All of the skin on the right side of his body has been replaced with shiny black scales. There is a black wing attached to his back on the right side, folded tightly.

Hiccup is trying very hard not to think about where Mrs. Johnson got all these things. Unfortunately it is far too easy to imagine her butchering his best friend to get his scales and wing.

He hurts. He's stiff. He can barely move. And he's trying his very hardest not to cry.]

[frothymilk]

[Equius doesn't wake up screaming. It would be an appropriate response to the surgery he just went through, and the pain he was currently feeling, but such a thing is impossible.]

[You see, he was never asleep.]

[The terror of watching his body being taken apart piece by piece? He didn't really feel it. He'd spent the whole surgery watching, paralyzed with morbid fascination, as alien organ after organ was pulled from his body cavity, only to be replaced by far more familiar ones.]

[The pain? But a hazy memory now. Ever since thick, indigo blood had been pumped into his body, everything was hazy. Everything was miracles. And now that the paralytic drug had worn off, he could reach up and feel the goat horns that had been grafted to his head]

[Mother]

[fucking]

[yes]

I...

Am the highblood, now...

[With a wide, manic grin, Equius rolls onto his side and curls up into a little ball, giggling away]

[imbodytemp]

[Mesousa is stilling in a corner, staring at the wall while slowly rocking back and forth. His eyes are half opened and his mouse is in a lazy smile, which reveal a set of sharpened fangs. Occasionally, he giggles at seemingly nothing.]

Heh

Hehehe

[yvnyet_uv_mekrdhehk]

[Rikku's one of the luckier ones, in as much as she doesn't remember anything from her surgery. Thanks to the wonders of modern(ish) chemistry, she was knocked out the entire time.

Of course, the trade off is that she's having problems coming out of the drug-induced unconsciousness. She's groggy and she feels sick to her stomach and she can barely string two thoughts together in this state. Plus, whatever was done to her stomach has her feeling quite a bit of pain, even through the drug-induced fog she's in. While pain is nothing new--she was a guardian, she's taken a few hits in her time--this is something else entirely. It's like something's trying to cut her up from the inside out; the first time she shifts in the cot, she cries out from how something seems to tear inside of her.

Also, she's having a lot of problems with her hands. They seem to be on the wrong wrists, and she's having trouble figuring out how they work.

So, she remains in her bed in the recovery room, curled in the fetal position and doing her best to keep her body movements to a minimum to keep the pain from getting worse. She stares at her hands and wiggles her fingers to try and make sense of the new alignment.

It's a distraction from the pain, if nothing else.]

[imbodytemp]

[Mesosusa stumbles up to Equius, looking a little bit out of it but]

B..Blood? You got blood? You gotta share some of that!

[yvnyet_uv_mekrdhehk]

[Hiccup's not the only one in pain and barely moving. And the best way Rikku knows how to deal with trauma is through companionship. So:]

H-hey.... You're still alive over there, aren't you?

[frothymilk]

Share? Blood? [He looks over his shoulder, blinking owlishly. He doesn't want to share his blood. It's the most perfect shade of indigo achievable by landdwelling trolls, and it's his! Well, Gamzee's, but it's in his body now.]

[Luckily for Mesosusa, Gamzee's blood is tainted with sopor slime, and that makes the idea of sharing actually sound like a good idea. Because why not? He's sharing with Gamzee himself already.]

Sure... how?

[worstvikingever]

[It's a moment before Hiccup registers that someone's talking to him. It's another before he can work up the courage to move his stiff and aching hands away from his eyes to look at whoever's talking to him. And it's another before he manages a stiff, painful nod and a quiet reply.]

Yeah.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa was wheeled into recovery with bandaging on her head, softly retching and whimpering. ]

[ In the hours after her surgery, the sounds decrease, but she still has not made a move. ]

[answerer_sword]

[A strange woman in a suit is sitting in the corner, staring off into the distance. A patch of hastily done stitches, some coming loose, circles around her head. However, she does not seem to notice the blood dripping from her wounds.]

No thank you Mrs. Cleaver, I really must be getting home. We're having squab this evening.

[As she finishes this sentence, she emits a strange, echoing laugh, as if it is the funniest joke in the world that only she understands.]

[But minutes ago, she was struggling against her restraints, trying to resist any attempt to perform surgery on her. She had tried as hard as she could to escape so that she could go back and protect her allies. But it was useless. No matter how she reinforced herself, no matter what spells she cast, she could not escape her binds or even knock her captors unconscious. Her screams, once of defiance, had turned into ones of pain as the "medics" cut open her skull. They had finally ceased altogether once her brain was pulled out of her body, leaving behind an empty husk.]

[And now, the once proud Enforcer, the woman who could defeat Heroic Spirits with her bare hands, the only living human who wielded a Noble Phantasm, had been reduced to this state. Her mind is completely gone, impossible to call back because her brain has been removed. Now, all she can do is quote sitcoms and laugh.]

[imbodytemp]

[Mesousa starts to drool profusely as Equius agrees.]

I dunno I guess maybe I could bite you.

[hisnameisthecaptain]

[The Captain is trying to sit up in his bed. Holding a bucket in his lap.

It's not going well.

He is muttering under his breath. Every now and then he twitches and spasms before coughing a quarter up into that bucket.

The bucket says "Swear Jar" on the side of it.

One might notice that he has yet to actually mutter a curse.]

[hisnameisthecaptain]

Hey, Ilsa.

Ilsa? Oh, what the...

[He twitches and hacks, coughing up a quarter and spitting it into the bucket on his bed labeled "Swear Jar"

He is not sure if he wants to try and sit up..]

[mounties]

[The surgery was terrifying. It was beyond terrifying but she'll never admit that. The first few hours in recovery, she's groggy, but trying to keep stalk of things. Physically, she looks just the same as ever, but mentally, that's where the change is. She's not uncertain about herself, just about making sure that everyone knows who she is, and that she's going to take care of things.

By the time most people are waking up, the nation is already on her feet, looking around, for clues, for ways to get them all out of here and get back at that horrible wench who seems determined to use them as playthings.

If she seems you're up, she might approach, either to ask for information or to reassure you. Don't worry, she knows what she's doing. She's a heroine, after all.]

[hisnameisthecaptain]

Hey, hey you.

Get up. We need to get out of here.

I don't know what the...

[He twitches and hacks, coughing up a quarter and spitting it into the bucket on his bed labeled "Swear Jar"

He is not sure if he wants to try and sit up..]

Oh, what? What the...

[He does it again, his one eye twitches this time and he coughs up another quarter into that metal bucket.]

[destroytheblueone]

[One might notice that Eggman's room doesn't have a bed. In fact, one might notice the only thing there is a large ball in there.

Where's the scientist you might ask?

Hidden behind the ball. With only his head.]

Help me... help me... [he laughs a bit] What a great experience...

[mounties]

[For a bit, she's just standing at Ilsa's side, then she takes her hand.]

Everything will be fine, just you wait.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Her first reaction is to mewl in terror at the mention of her name. After a few moments, she mumbles from under the covers on her gurney, her eyes wide with fear. ]

W-what do you want?

[hisnameisthecaptain]

Great, another bunny.

What's so ☠-[He twitches a bit and then hacks and coughs. He finishes by spitting a quarter into a metal bucket labeled "Swear Jar".]

[hisnameisthecaptain]

Great?

Are you crazy? What the...

[He twitches a bit and then hacks and coughs. He finishes by spitting a quarter into a metal bucket labeled "Swear Jar".]

[ooeeooahah]

[ That hand is shaking, and Ilsa cringes away. ]

N-no, I... don't... don't hurt me

[then_there_were_none]

[Odd.

Very odd.

Her wings felt strange. Her legs wouldn't work, or her arms--even when she asked them to. Or when she wanted them to, like now, so she could stand up--turn out the lights, they were too bright.

...what Flandre didn't realize yet was that they weren't there at all. Cut off completely, with only her wings remaining. It was almost hard to see Flamdre amidst all the wing, a small torso in a jumble of handlike bones and joints and suede-like membrane now twice her size.



She had to move. The lights were bothering her. Making her feel sick and dizzy and unable to think.

One of Flandre's wings flicks up, like the palm of a massive hand, and the now much bigger thumb-claw scrabbles for the nearest object in range.]

[frothymilk]

Pffft.

Yes, okay.

[He uncoils from his ball a little, extending his wrist towards the... weird rabbit thing.]

[mounties]

[She laughs, fondly, and gives the hand a squeeze.]

Don't worry, I won't hurt you. That's not what I'm here to do.

[frothymilk]

[Equius is just watching this process with open amazement. Like seriously.]

Motherfucking miracles...