event: break, day 5

[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 31st, the following characters will be brought to the factory following their operations:


Nall
Teitoku Kakine
Seychelles
Ambrosia Gray
Chandra Nalaar
Arcueid
Dist
Conan
The Doctor
Charles Fei-Ong
RED Sniper
Panty
Tachikoma
Dexter
Hol Horse
Emmett Brown
Lion Ushiromiya
Sephiroth
Teddie
Elizabeth



[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

Placeholder 'cause I need to get to bed...;_;

[suchaprettybear]

[Teddie is groggy, confused, and curled up in a chair in the corner of the room. He's glancing around the room suspiciously. One of these people is probably behind everything that happened to him. Heck, maybe they're all in on it....]

[the_firebrand]

[Perhaps it has something to with that roaring fire in one of the beds. You know, the one that seems to be groaning and sitting up? That can't be good.]

[action - recovery]

[buildstherobots]

[Oh, breathing hurts. It hurts so much.

It's been hurting for hours, to be fair. It's only just now that he's able to start moving, though it's completely uncoordinated at first; rather than gracefully sitting up and getting out of the bed, he flops over onto the floor, then makes a pained noise. He doesn't even have hands any more so getting out of this is going to be frustrating.

At least he smells amazing. Cold comfort.]

[silver_soldier]

[Sephiroth is momentarily distracted from his own agonies - and that's almost a relief, just thinking about the pain less - by the sound of someone thumping to the floor nearby. He glances over...

Does that man have roses for hands?]

[catslooklikeme]

[It hurts. It hurts so much…

Nall woke up groggy, as if he’s spent a night out drinking with Kyle, ages ago… He was in a strange place he didn’t recognize and it hurts… He’d tried pushing through the pain and disorientation. Had to find out where he was… had to figure out how to leave. But he’d tried to stretch his wings to fly and found… found…

They were gone. His wings… They’d taken his wings.

He’d tried to wobbily rise to his feet, only to slump over onto his side… a glance towards his posterior revealed that his wings weren’t all that had been taken. His back paws had been gone as well… he was… he was mutilated. Oh goddess…

IT HURTS.

Tears come and Nall doesn’t have the strength to squelch them. This is a nightmare… it has to be. Can’t be real… how can he go on if he can’t even be mobile? It can’t be real. He must be dreaming… he’ll wake up and find himself on the couch, like always… He’d go see Alex and Nash and Ilsa and Tarvek…

Oh goddess, it hurts so bad…

He lays where he was dumped, crying helplessly, trying to make his brain cells fire correctly so he can THINK.]

Alex… Nash… chaos…

[silver_soldier]

[There's an animal on the floor near his bed. Even in exquisite pain, Sephiroth keeps tabs on his surroundings, particularly unknown wildlife. Small, non-threatening, obviously injured - it bore some resemblance to a cat, but between some obvious oddities and its mutilation he can't swear to it.

Besides, it seems to be...crying. Not crying as in merely making a noise, but crying in the sense of pain and tears. No cat Sephiroth's ever heard of does that.

Gingerly, he swings his legs over the side of the bed, standing up slowly - the sheer amount of throbbing pressure in his head makes him feel somewhat lightheaded. Or is that the effects of whatever drug he must have been given? Impossible to say. But once he's steady on his feet, he moves over to the animal, picking it up from the floor - in a careful grip, one hand on the back of its neck and the other supporting its body, both hands out of possible bite range - and lifting it to face level to examine it.

Have they started tormenting even the animals now?]

[godcomplexed]

[The Doctor is stumbling out of his bed. After dying from his rebounded, he has nightmares about being trapped in the dark void of nothingness that keep him from sleep. And now he has a new reason not to rest. He's searching for someone. People. They traveled together... yes... no... who are they? He can't recall. He just know that he misses them deeply.

But he can barely move. His surgery wounds bleed and he's covered in blood from previous injurious. But his friends...

Friends he used to have. He had friends once, didn't he? ]

[buildstherobots]

[Maybe. Maybe not. Looks like he's being called to help someone out, though.

"Being called" in the sense that there's a person about two beds away trying to get his attention. Dist is still slumped down on the floor, but he's managed to overcome the stiffness enough to begin to maybe sort of sit up a little bit.]

Hey... you! Help me!

[encored]

[he watches the Doctor struggle with a bizarre sort of passiveness for a moment, but eventually shuffles over in his direction, muscles tight with a severe pain that makes motion difficult for him as well.

when he reaches the Doctor's side, he silently reaches out to touch his shoulder as if testing to see whether or not he's really there.]

[outlandished]

[ Okay, so this? This was different than having a rum hangover. At least those she knew where she passed out for the night (however many drinks she had is another story altogether.) In fact, she was sure she saw at least something being injected into her. Something...liquidy, but she wasn't sure what it was. Whatever it was, though, smelled fishy and it just wasn't the ocean alone.

Even with how hard it is to string together a coherent thought together, she has to try to get to the bottom of this and figure it all out. Maybe there would be a familiar face around here after all...

However, that didn't yield anything. Though, it never hurt to actually try to help out. ]

'e-ey, anyone awake yet? We've gotta try t' find a way out of here.

[ Because, even though she was messed with, she's not going to back down or let Mayfield win. ]

[silver_soldier]

[Sephiroth's voice is a low, pained rasp, but at least he answers.] Where is here...?

[Hojo and the scientists had done their jobs well. Even in his extremes, Sephiroth's mind works coolly, logically, and figuring that out seems to be one of the more important issues at hand.]

[catslooklikeme]

[A small voice responds to the query, the voice breaking mid-sentence to gasp for air. Seems to be coming from the small cat slumped over on the floor.]

Who, who's there?

[ !Action ]

[1_truth]

[ Conan can't remember much at the moment- his brain feels fuzzy a-and... there more but-... he let's out a groan and sinks back into a deep sleep. He doesn't know about the extreme change his body's undergone... again. Though right now he doesn't even remember the initial change that turned him into a child. ]

[ His skin is now wrinkly and it looks like 'the cure' to his small problem over shot it about ninety years. ]

Recovery

[silver_soldier]

[Pain fills the world.

Sephiroth feels it before he's even fully awake; every beat of his pulse seems like it's splitting his skull open. It's a pain beyond any he can remember experiencing - worse than the mako injections upon his induction to SOLDIER, worse than any of Hojo's experiments, worse than any battlefield injury. Pressure with no possible way of relieving it.

He's not quite fully functional yet, not violent yet, but he will be in short order. For now he's merely sitting up in his bed, hands clutching his temples.]

[encored]

[sitting upright suddenly, Charles realises with some amount of surprise that he can hardly think of anything that surpasses the cruelty of what he had just experienced. he hadn't been trying so hard to avoid her just for this to happen, just to watch everything he'd watched, just to be stuck beside her drone in such a horrific situation, but here he is.

eventually he uncurls himself and shuffles from the gurney, feeling sick to his stomach with pain but looking blank-faced, haunted by the past few hours. perhaps he'll bump into you or your gurney; he isn't exactly paying attention to where he's going right now.]

[seyitloud]

[ At this point, bumping into other people is almost a habit of hers.

Yet at least she could blame something other than her own inattentiveness this time: the grogginess, the nausea, the inability to think clearly. Or, of course, Mayfield. ]

E-erm, can I help you, monsieur…?

[ Never mind the fact that she was in no condition to help anybody right now. ]

[the_firebrand]

[It sure was nice of them to give the patients a fire to warm themselves with. It's just too bad that it's in one of the beds.

... except there's a vague groaning coming from the fire. Upon closer inspection, it seems that there is someone in the fire, a certain redhead. She's a bit groggy and out of it, but she doesn't seem to be in any pain.

Which is strange, given that she is the center of a blazing inferno. Care to approach?]

[tsukihime]

[Arcueid, lying on her bed in the recovery room...is a horrible goddamn mess. She's been chopped into 17 pieces...and totally put back together wrong.

Her stomach is under her neck, one arm is protruding from her back, an ear is sitting on her shoulder, while another is on her hip. The other hip contains a calf, while her left calf has become an arm, a leg protrudes from the shoulder not containing an ear.

It's amazing if she'll even be able to figure out how to walk around. Still, her head is still placed on the top of this "body." She's groggy, sore, and nauseous. The woman has been sewn back together in this disgusting form with lengths of wire...and she's having a bit of trouble adjusting.

Soon after waking, she'll groan loudly and fall directly out of her bed. She'll manage to get up into a position in which she can move...but it's in horribly jerky motions, and she'll fall down often. Each motion brings great pain, and she'll simply groan helplessly as she attempts to move. She wants out of this place, and she's looking for the exit. She can't even seem to bring herself to speak at the moment.]

[likes2havesex]

[Panty's normal brazen attitude has been toned down considerably since she's still under the effects of the drugs, but that doesn't stop her from making smart ass remarks.]

Oi,

[she calls out from a spot where she's sitting on the floor.]

Looks like I'm not the worst one off then.

[beamiracle]

[There's nothing wrong with Lion outwardly, aside from the glazed look in his eyes which is the result of just waking up from surgery. He feels groggy and sick, but his eyes are darting around the room while slowly widening in horror at what he sees...which doesn't seem to be his current surroundings in the recovery room.

No, instead Lion sees himself back on Rokkenjima, the island where he was born and would eventually own for himself. He's found himself on the beach, where he and his cousins and Jessica used to play and search for pieces of glass made smooth and round by the waves. And Lion has found them here, too.

They're all dead, their corpses bloated by water and slowly washing up on the beach with the tide.

Soon, they're being followed by his parents, his grandfather and his aunts and uncles...and judging by the shapes bobbing in the distance, more will follow.]

No...

Action: Recovery Room

[likes2havesex]

[Others may have been awake before Panty starts to stir in her cot. She had been drugged heavily and so she had managed to stay out for some of the initial commotion. As she came to she felt sick, nauseous and with a splitting headache. Sadly for her that isn't an uncommon feeling in the morning. It's not until she opens her eyes and sees her surroundings that she begins to feel alarmed. Where the hell was she?

She sat upright in a jerk and as she sat on the cot...something felt wrong. Was she sitting on something? Who the fuck would leave something sharp in a bed? She stands up to find nothing but a threadbare blanket.

As she stands there staring at the bed she can still feel something...you know, down there. Did she get a little too Kinky with someone last night? Fuck it, she drops her panties right there in the middle of the room and "investigates". She was never one for modesty and at the moment she was a little too concerned to care if anyone else objected...not that that would really change anything.

What she finds is like something out of a B movie. As she feels around her finger glides over a set of very sharp fangs...fangs in her vagina.]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

[pretty much everyone in the recovery room can hear her scream]

[the_firebrand]

[Dammit, what's with all that noise? It's hard enough to concentrate as it is. A woman on fire shouts at you from across the room.]

Keep it down over there!

[ex_haveaplan64]

(Sniper's too busy staring at the walls like it is the most fascinating thing ever. It may be the trauma of having been strapped down, completely helpless. Or it could be the drugs that are making him see all too well.)

As if Tachikoma wasn't chatty already....

[genkibot]

[What might have been mistaken for some weird medical equipment in the corner turns out to be Tachikoma. Still and silent for a bit after being placed in the recovery room, certain ears may pick up the sudden whine of electricity as it powers up and runs through normal start up procedures.

Its "eyes" spin, claws open and close, and it finally props itself on its legs as it becomes fully operational once more. It then begins to talk in an extremely perky and happy voice.]

Oh? Where's this? Let's see, last thing I remembered was being told about some kind of surgery, which I guess would mean a diagnostic or mechanical overhaul for me. Oh, maybe I have a new structural design! I always wondered what it be like to have a body designed off of something different, like a crab, or maybe a tiger!

[Tachikoma quickly tries to get a look at itself, the white spheres on its body spinning this way and that. Nope. Still a big blue spider robot.]

Nope. Huh. I wonder what they did...? Start up diagnostic doesn't seem to show anything different. Least not different then what its been reporting the last few days or so. Oh well, this is still pretty interesting! Yep, this is shaping up to be a great experi-

[Tachikoma has stopped talking because it finally noticed what all are lying on the beds surrounding it in the room. Some mangled, some drugged, some still unconscious, some making noises here and there, but they all share the same thing. They are all still organic.]

Well this just puts a damper on things. I mean, this is just horribly inefficient! You'd think with all these people going through surgeries, they'd just save time by removing their brains and put them in cyborg bodies. Then they could do whatever they want to the body without having to wait for them to recover! Plus think how much better they would be then! If I've learned anything from the Major and Mr. Batou, it's how competent and better at everything cyborgs can be.

Oh, I know! I bet they couldn't do that to these people! I guess they're just storing them here until they can toss them out. Still, that seems a bit mean to let them live if they're going to just get rid of them later... Well I guess I can fix that before I go! Let's see, none of my weapons are online, I guess I'll just have to use pillows for now.

[And indeed, Tachikoma gathers up a thick pillow in its claws and makes it way to the head of the bed of the nearest unconscious, or at least barely moving, patient.]

[onepointtwentyonewatts]

Emmett was lying in the bed, screaming on the inside from the operation. His body was completely immobile, however his eyes have been left wide open and what was this? Something about having had alternating reality after having an inappropriate encounter with his own mother, wasn't Emmett's fault. His mother had the hots for him or was more perpetuated for Emmett rather than Emmett's father. Regardless, this new reality that had come out of that one mistake was dreadful. Brown hadn't calculated for the negative effects of time travel, however he should had. If only had he read H.G. Wells before having embarked on that time travel trip. Well, that was all in the past or present. Whatever. The point was that something rather inhuman was talking on side of Emmett's ears. He tried to move his neck but couldn't.

Seeing the pillow lower towards him, Emmett's jaw was starting to loosen and starts to make a sound something like a scream.
Everyone was going to kill him in this new reality. This needs fixing.

recovery room

[omlettedufromage]

[Dexter really has been too out of it since he got out of surgery. It's been hours, Dexter has been feeling awful... but he can't help but keep stroking his chin. It's as if something is there that wasn't before...He's not really sure of what yet, as he's still really drugged out. Feel free to point out to this kid that there is a full fledged, rugged beard on his face.]

Recovery

[emperor_cowboy]

[Hol was one who got spooked easily and did his best not to show it. However when he was perfectly awake and unable to move during the entire operation, he was now struck with horror. With the procedure now over, he finds he can't see anymore. In fact, he isn't even sure he can speak. He's met with a ferocious pain where his face used to be, and that tacky mask isn't making things any better. Maybe it's all just one long nightmare that he'll wake from sooner or later...]

Lobby

[silver_soldier]

[It's a half hour after Sephiroth woke up.

Pain notwithstanding, he'd started out lucid; that was good for everyone involved, as no one in the recovery room had been in any condition to fight him off if he'd become violent immediately. But as time had gone on...he'd become increasingly aware of a building disgust for those around him, a sharp increase in his feelings of disdain and anger. But it hadn't felt...natural. At the beginning of the transition, he'd been aware of actively resisting his rage, his hate - no, not his, it had felt as though those feelings belonged to someone else entirely. And, when he'd realized he wasn't truly in control of his own mind anymore - perhaps that his ability to regulate his emotions or his very ability to control himself was what had been tampered with - he'd had the wisdom to remove himself from the recovery room and the other patients entirely.

Now, however, the reasoning Sephiroth is gone. What remains is ShinRa's perfect killing machine, looking for something to kill.]