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

[roadrolling]

[Len has already started to tear at the sheet when Engie approaches, frantically spitting blood as he rips the flimsy fabric into bandage-sized rags. He looks up when he hears the scraping, pain and fear written all over his face.

the friendly voice calms him, though. just a little.]

♪ Mah huhngg... hhe hook ihh... mah ihhs hoo...

[His lack of tongue makes him almost incomprehensible. But Engie can probably tell, even if he doesn't understand the attempted words. The bloody mess where Len's ears should be, and the blood soaking his mouth and chin, should make it pretty clear.]

[hardhat_truckie]

[Engie frowns and looks at his wounds; this was something he could take care off.]

I'll...I'll go look around, see what I can find, ok?

[And twenty minutes later, he'll be back with some medical supplies he took from the supply room and the operating room. Having a degree in Medicine didn't exactly qualify him as a doctor, but hopefully, if the wounds were just external and not internal, he could do something. He picked up a cotton ball:]

Son I need ta stop your bleedin'. I'm gonna press the cotton to the blood, ok?

[Carefully, he'll dab at the spots where Len's ears used to be. He's trying to be as brave as he can, at least for Len's sake. The kid did not need to know how bad he looks at the moment.]

[roadrolling]

[Len's only too happy to let Engie see to him - it's just such a relief to have somebody there who knows what to do. He'd put his makeshift rag-bandages to use during the seemingly interminable twenty minutes Engie was gone, but now he's here with what looks like actual supplies.

He just nods shakily in response to Engie's words, and grips the bed beneath him to ease his shaking, biting down on the rag he's stuffed in his mouth.]

[hardhat_truckie]

[Poor boy. Poor, poor boy. Engie works as quickly as he can to clean the wounds. Applying some antiseptic, he then proceeds to bandage the small boy up. When he's done with that, he picks up a cup of water and passes it to him. In the time that he's spent taking care of the blonde kid, his throat has recovered enough that at the very least, he just sounds hoarse.]

Son, I need you to take summa this water. Ya need ta spit out the blood in your mouth.

[Engie holds one of the kid's hands gently, but firmly, just to try and comfort him.]

[roadrolling]

[Len nods slowly, and carefully removes the rag before taking the water and swishing it around in his mouth. the feel of it sliding over the stump of his tongue is strange, and he feels his eyes prickling with tears. It was okay when he couldn't sing because he didn't know how to with a human throat - that was something that could be overcome with practice. And he knew from Rin he could get his robot body back eventually.

But this... this is different.

He clings to the man's hand as he spits out the bloody water. He'd normally hate appearing so weak, hate being thought of as a child - but right now, he really does feel closer to four than fourteen.]

[hardhat_truckie]

There we go.

[Engie doesn't let go, and using his other hand he picks up some cotton wool.]

I'm gonna clean yer mouth, alright? It might hurt, but I need ya ta stay calm and stay strong.

[roadrolling]

[Len nods again - there's anxiety in his eyes, but Engie's been gentle so far, and he's helping. Len's willing to trust him.

He opens his mouth wide.]

[hardhat_truckie]

[Thankfully Engie's slightly desensitized to gore and blood from all the times he's been blown up in Teufort. He runs the cotton wool carefully around the boy's mouth, making sure to take extra care at the stump where his tongue used to be. There doesn't seem to be any sign of an infection, which takes a load off his shoulders. When he's done, he'll pass another glass of water towards him.]

Here. Jus' one more rinse, I promise. There's another glass a'water here fer you ta drink, if ya want.

[roadrolling]

[and hopefully there won't be, thanks to Engie's help.

Len was tense and shaking during this stage of the process, knuckles going white on the bed to keep from jerking away or screaming, and he finally relaxes, trembling a little as he's handed the water. He rinses again, wincing, and spits.

he nods wearily at the offer of drinking water.]

♪ ... Hank yoo.

[hardhat_truckie]

Jus' doin' m'job son. I'm gonna go check on the others, see whether they need my help. Y'need anythin', jus' lemme know, ok?

[Engie gives the boys hand one strang squeeze before he heads off to help others.]