event: break, day 6

[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, February 1st, the following characters will be brought to the factory following their operations:


Desty Nova
Sin
Kotomi Ichinose
Latvia
Len Kagamine
RED Engineer
Satomi Usagi
Fran Madaraki
Django
Captain Marvelous
Karkat Vantas
Code:Emperor
Dakki Sigal
Doc Scratch
Lyra Bark
Rin Kaenbyou
Caesar Silverburg
Tara
Sexy
Jade Harley
Tyve Russell-Rasmusse



[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

[bleuflag]

[Voices? Sin thought he'd been hearing something in the back of his mind briefly when he'd woken up, and it seemed they'd only increased upon approaching this man. Is this where they'd been coming from? He thought the voice he heard here was different, though. Despite the whispers, however, it almost seemed like Sin was paying them no mind, and his bizarrely cheerful smile did not fade.]

What're you counting for? Actually, forget that. Where are we?

[Immediately after Sin finished his sentence, though, it was like something snapped, because his eyes suddenly went wide as if in dumb shock. Without apparent cause or trigger, tears start to well up in his visible eye.] Ah-- ...What...? I...

[cueball]

Must be that factory everyone was talking about over the phones.

[He sighs deeply, trying to calm his shaky hands. Sin just being nearby him was so unnerving, even when the other seemed friendly. But no one is what they really seem to be and Scratch knows it best.]

What is it?

[bleuflag]

I don't know, I... I must've ...remembered something? I think.

[Sin backs off a little, raising a hand to wipe his own eye, staring at the wetness. That was the only explanation he could think of, when his head was so fuzzy like this and there were voices whirling about in his head- yet all he knew was that he was filled with such a sudden anxiety and sadness and that he couldn't explain it. Even the obvious and disturbing evidence of experimentation around him shouldn't have been enough to cause him to cry.]

[Even as the tears continued to flow, he could only grimace in confusion.] If we're in a factory, that means we can leave, right...? [He sniffs, wiping his eyes as he tried to ignore the strange and sudden emotions- the old man would mock him for being such a crybaby like this.]

I'm gonna see if we can get outta here. --Are you okay?

[cueball]

I doubt it.

[He says with a small sigh, bringing a hand up to his head. Specifically, the part the woman cracked apart.]

No one has been able to leave the Factory when they were brought there and no one was able to get inside. You may as well relax and wait. [But, even though Scratch said that, he didn't readily believe it. Being here was bad. Being outside was bad. And he never felt this way about Mayfield before, not even in its worst times, and that infuriated him.]

[bleuflag]

[Telling Sin to 'relax and wait', one may as well be saying the same to a cat that wanted out. He gives a persistant frown through his grimace, and almost starts with a sob before he can catch himself.] No way! They can't keep us here forever...

[Huh? What was with that emotional response? He can barely give himself a second to think about it as he shakes his head and continues, more earnestly,] Dammit, I'm gonna go get us out of here. I'll come back and help you out if you can't walk--

--Stay here for now, ok!? [He says with a lilt, suddenly grinning wide and cheerful again despite the traces of tears still on his face.]

[cueball]

[...He sighs. This guy was obviously out of his mind. The surgeries are likely to blame, given he sounded fairly rational over the phone.]

I can walk. I only prefer not to. But, have fun running about if you so please.

[bleuflag]

[Out of his mind in one way or another, considering how he beamed as if nothing had happened.]

I'll come back and tell everyone if it's okay to get out!

[With a quick wave, he bounds off towards the room's exit.]