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mayfield_rpg2012-02-01 12:01 am
mayfield_mods) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-01 12:01 am
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event: break, day 6
[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.]
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The first thing he notices is the way everything stays dark even when he opens his eyes. That doesn't surprise him. The very last thing he saw, when he still saw his eyes, were the eyes she was planning to put in him, and the memory hits him again suddenly and hard only this time he's able to fucking move, and he moves to turn to his side and vomit over the edge of the bed. He can't move far because his wrists are trapped above him, pinned beneath a heavy burning weight, the source of his pain. He's always been good with dealing with physical pain, but this is something else entirely, it hurts and it hurts so much he can't think for his arms and head throbbing, and although he never actually saw her put it on, thanks to Terezi's eyes in his head, he knows exactly what it is.
He knows exactly what it is because he's been paying attention and he knows what she likes is jokes. It's a fucking hilarious joke, he decides. Hilarious, funnier than the rotting sea dweller gills on the Signless. The shitty mock royal and the shitty mock martyr will be a perfect matching set.
He wants it off and he wants these things out of his head but he refuses to scream or cry because even if she's already taking most of it (and isn't the humiliation of being laughed at, of being reduced to nothing like this, the worst part of all) he won't let her have every scrap of his dignity.
He'll lie still with his unseeing eyes wide open and grind his fangs to the throbs from the cuffs.]
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While he's doing that, he's also searching for some kind of exit. But what he finds instead is Karkat.
The troll is unfamiliar to him. The troll's species is unfamiliar to him, for that matter. But those are trifling concerns next to the glowing hot shackles around his wrists.
Len rushes to Karkat's side, letting the rags over his removed ears fall away. The bleeding there wasn't so severe, anyway.
Something, something... there has to be something he can use to get these shackles off.]
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What?
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when Karkat snarls, he takes a step back. very carefully - not wanting to risk making his tongue bleed again - he pulls the makeshift bandage out of his mouth just enough to "talk".]
♪ Aeh'mm hhyingh hoo hehlhh hoo!
["I'm trying to help you", if Karkat can decipher that mess.]
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There is no keyhole, though; there's no way to get it off short of amputating his hands.]
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♪ Huhh hwaeh a hehh--
[it's useless to even try talking, without his tongue he can only form the crudest sounds, but he's hoping that Karkat can at least take comfort from his tone.
(it's selfish, too: a refusal to be silenced. his voice is everything.)
Karkat should be able to hear him leaving - then the sound of running water. it's only a few moments until Len comes back, and pours cool water over the burning shackles.]
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The water will evaporate into steam as it's poured on the red hot shackles, but the shackles will not cool at all from it. The water feels good on his hands as it falls, but not the hot steam on his already raw and sensitive skin.]
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[That should have done something. Not cooled it immediately, no - once it's that hot, it takes more than a basin of water to cool it - but done something.
uncertain, he looks at the troll. He hasn't realized yet that Karkat is blind.]
♪ ...Moah wahher?
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It won't work. But more. Just a little.
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[with that affirmative noise, going to get more water! tries pouring it more over the skin near the shackles than the shackles themselves, this time.]
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Once she's brought into the recovery room she keeps to herself, trying unsuccessfully to hold back her tears. Every time she catches a glimpse of her softly glowing skin she lets out a wail, and shifts restlessly in her bed.
It's quite difficult to ignore her cries, especially when her bed is right beside his. ]
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Jade...?
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I... [ And then the familiarity of the voice sets in, and she breaks off in a small sob. ] What do you want?
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Leave me alone!
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[He's too out of it to realize there's something really wrong with Jade; he just feels sort of hurt.]