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

[cueball]

[(--It isn't worth it.)

He doesn't say a word. He wants to, but thoughts speak louder than words for the time being and actions speak larger than both. It's so mysterious. Even with those hot irons and the shared blood and all of the martyrdom, he cannot find any room to even dislike the boy, in the same manner that he hated Signless. At the same time it was not mysterious. It was painstakingly obvious and it didn't need to be said.

So, rather than bash Karkat's head into the ground and watch him bleed, Scratch simply swishes his arm to the left and then tosses Karkat to the wall on the right side of the room. A discarded doll, with nothing but the sign of the hot irons holding him up, was all that Karkat Vantas was. Both in a literal sense at this moment and in a metaphorical sense every other time before and in the future.]

Pathetic.

[Scratch sighs, his tone dark and yet tired all the same. He feels too sick from the drugs to even spare the energy to look down at Karkat. Instead he turns away and slowly begins to move to the doorway on the other side. He won't find a way out, he's sure, but getting away from this place is all he needs for now.]

[crusthatecean]

[He's slammed against the wall, his manacles heavy and making his arms stiff and useless to move himself as he slides to the ground.

And he can see in his mind that with Scratch alive, all of his plans will fail, Noir will come for them all and he can watch the last of them bleeding out, and it's all because of him.

No, it isn't real, he's sure, but there's nothing he can do anyway. Pathetic, that is what he is, he can't do anything. So he won't move or try to get up, he'll just lay here and want to die.]