mayfield_rpg | 04. My Little Poland, My Little Poland Ahh ahh ahh ahhh~

[a. Outside Mayfield Hospital-back dated to January 31st]

[Poland's standing outside Mayfield hospital with a cardboard box over his head while clutching to a prescription pad and a pen. He swiped the prescription pad off a counter and found the box in a hospital supply closet. No matter what, he's not taking that box off his head. He doesn't want anyone to see what that terrible doctor did to him, even if it means he has to walk home blind. There wasn't anything he could get his hands on that was sharp enough to cut through the box, so it lacks eye holes for him to see out of.

Hopefully he'll manage to find his way back to his house, stumbling around stubbornly along the sidewalk.]

[b. 1332 Benny Road]

[Only after getting inside his house, closing and locking the door and pulling all the drapes closed on the windows does he hesitantly take the box off.

In place of his head, rests a pony head sewn to his neck with infected sutures.

Poland knows that cleaning the stitches is important, the incision wound is still oozing slightly of blood and yellow pus and it's been causing him a lot of pain and nausea, making him feel disorientated. He digs around the house for something to sanitize them with, pulling apart the cabinet under the kitchen sink for peroxide or betadine... when he feels something brush up against his back, gently.

Poland nickers something softly, to say "not right now," since he can't verbalize the words thanks to his new appendage, but it brushes up against him again. Turning he expects to see his pet pony trying to comfort him.

Instead he turns suddenly realizing where Dr. Johnson had gotten the decapitated equine head now sewn onto his shoulders. He was face to face with his own human head sewn on to Mr. Pony's body.

Even with everything in his house shut, locked, and hidden away; Poland's horrified scream echos through the neighborhood.]

[c. Phone]
...
[Oh, right. Poland can only make pony noises. The phone is utterly useless to him.]

[Click.]

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[Chell's been hanging around the hospital, waiting for someone to come back so that she could see if a portal was being opened up. She is trying to get back to the factory so that she can exchange this robot body for her real, human one.

Once Poland appears, she's going to rush past him. She doesn't go anywhere but a few steps closer to the hospital.

Chell shakes her head and turns back around to get out of here.

She pauses and tilts her head, why was this person wearing a box on their head? What did they do to him?]

[Even if he couldn't see them, Poland could hear someone's footsteps rush past him. Startled, he freezes nervously. He thought he could at least get a few steps towards his house before he'd have to deal with anyone. He reaches up with one hand to hold the box more firmly, incase they get overly curious and hopes they take no interest in him.]

[Chell gives him a closer look and then speaks in the genderless, robotic voice that's been bestowed upon her.]

Did you come from the factory?

[Poland opens his mouth to reply, before quickly shutting it again. This not being able to talk thing was going to be difficult to adjust to. He quickly scribbles, 'Yes' on the prescription pad and holds it up to them, hoping that that was all they wanted to know.]

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They turned me into a robot. What did they do to you?

[Sorry, Poland, Chell's not going to let you off that easy. She's determined to figure out this situation and she wants any information you can give her.]

[They turned them into a robot? Poland blows out his nose with his lips sealed, making an equine noise of confusion. How were any of these experiments supposed to help put that stupid machine in the dairy back together? None of these things were the least bit cohesive.

Ripping off a sheet, he scribbles on the pad again. "Nothing."]

[Chell tilts her head, nothing happened to them? Then why had they been taken?]

Are you sure?

[It might be something not very noticeable, but what was with that box?]

[Poland shifts awkwardly at their insistance. He supposed that since they'd experimented on whoever this person was too there was a slight amount of camaraderie between them and the idea of telling them crossed his mind. Still...

He rips off another sheet and hesitantly writes something again. "They... did something to my head."

It was true. Not the whole truth, but still true.]

[With that information, the box and the not-speaking made more sense.]

Do you know how you got to the factory?

[Poland tries to think back, but every time he tries to remember he just feels more sick. The gruesome details of his surgery stand out in his head far too vividly for his liking and it's hard to push past them to remember what he was doing before.]

... [His memory flashes back to Dr. Johnson shaving off a section of his hair after hacking his head off from his frame. She needed to cut out his brain for the transplant and his hair was in the way of where she needed to make her incisions.

Having her shave off part of it without his consent was agonizing. He loved his hair... He had always had beautiful, golden hair just like the rye fields he loved back home in Poland. She didn't have any right to take it from him-- but... it'd been falling out hadn't it?

He'd been sick from radiation poisoning after the machine in the dairy had been destroyed and it'd been falling out for days... and Hungary told him to put on a hat to hide it... and then got mad at something he'd said and she punched him in the face. Everything else after that was black... until he woke up for his surgery.]

... [Poland tries to write it out on the pad, but wobbles slightly on his feet, feeling dizzy.]

[Chell would look concerned if she could. He's obviously not well, whatever they did to him must have been pretty nasty.]

Do you need to go into the hospital?

[He shakes his head, scratching, "NO WAY" into the pad. He lets himself plop to the ground until he can regain his bearings.]

Something's wrong. You need help.

[Why didn't he want to go to the hospital? Was there something bad in there that she didn't know about?]

[Poland breathes in through his nose to help his light headedness, making slight snorting noises as he does. He doesn't trust anything in this town anymore. Especially not the hospital. He'd had worse ailments than infected wounds before-- granted he was a country during those time, here in Mayfield he was just human still. Well. A human-pony hybrid at this point.

He holds up the prescription pad to her again, "I can totally fix it myself, I just have to get home."]

[Chell nods, she can understand that.]

Where is your home?

[She can at least make sure he gets there safely.]

[Poland scrawls down his address feeling slightly better than he did a few moments ago, "1332 Benny Road"]

[Chell had been wandering the town since she had arrived here, so she knew most of it pretty well.]

I know where Benny Road is, do you want me to show you?

[Poland nods. Trying to get there by himself would probably be impossible with this box over his head.]

Are you ready to go? Or do you need to rest?

[She wasn't sure how he was feeling, she just knew that he wasn't doing good a few minutes ago.]

[Poland should probably sit here longer, but he gets the feeling that no matter how long he rests it's never going to make him feel as well as he'd like to be. His legs trembling slightly still, he pulls himself back up.

The sooner he gets to his house, the sooner he can deal with this infection and start to feel more like himself again.]

[Once he stands up, Chell nods and starts walking off in the direction of his house, glancing back to make sure he's following.]

04. My Little Poland, My Little Poland Ahh ahh ahh ahhh~

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