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Mayfield Mods ([personal profile] mayfield_mods) wrote in [community profile] welcome_rpg2012-06-30 02:37 pm
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welcome to mayfield: day 2

[Day two of whatever this place is dawns bright and cheerful. Not much seems to have changed; the carnival is still standing, the town still empty of drones, the sky still bright blue and --

-- hang on, what was that? Did some sort of crack just appear in that patch of sky?

...oh, it's gone now. Must have just been your imagination. Anyway, there's no time to waste staring aimlessly at the sky, not when there's more friends showing up! Lucky there's more than enough food to go around, eh?]

OOC: If your character damages or affects the carnival or town in a noticeable and normally permanent way, please comment here.

OPEN! If your character was on the list of characters arriving on Day 1 or Day 2, they may comment here. All questions belong here.
enshrouds: (like a patient on a tableˏ)

[personal profile] enshrouds 2012-07-26 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't like that steady attention on him, with his nerves already ratcheted up well beyond comfortable levels, so he glances away again after reading her next response. Privately, Archer admires Ciel's nerve - god knows how he would react if he had been robbed of speech, probably with a great deal less composure - but he keeps that to himself.]

Sounds like a plan. [He shifts his weight a little; Archer feels restless, has to fight off the sensation of being cornered.] And I might swing by there later, but don't wait around for me. There's no telling how things might unravel in this place, or what I might be caught up doing.

[If they do meet up, that's all well and good, but if he's a no show, just keep on trucking.]
expiatrice: (☼ when all's said and done)

[personal profile] expiatrice 2012-07-26 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Most people who suddenly lose their tongue probably can't claim that they've already experienced something similar previously, so it's less him and more her... But her composure will stay solid, yes, no matter how his is - or how she notices it to be.

She nods. No, she's not going to wait for him, she's no plans to, but there's no need to write details like that out when they're already pressed like this. And so, the next line is a quick and simple one:

Okay. Be careful then, and please take care.

She'll give one last glance at the food stand, her eyes neutral for all they're worth, before pulling back her notepad and taking a step away. ...If that's all, she won't linger any more.]