welcome to mayfield: day 2

[mayfield_mods]

[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.

Comments

[noluckduck]

[Clover has never been one to trust Mayfield food. Even the food she already knows to be perfectly safe. But damn, there's a burger on the menu that looks absolutely delicious.

Of course, that's a reason to be all the more suspicious!] Freakin' tempting, I've gotta say... How're we even supposed to order shit, though?

[truffulacide]

My guess? You aren't.

[it comes from behind her. how long has Once-ler been standing there? who the heck knows. he's digging into one of the marshmallow bags he brought with him, axe propped on the ground against the food stand.]

I guess they expect us to just take what we want. Awfully generous of them, huh?

[noluckduck]

Christ, you're here too?

[She eyes the axe - oh god please don't be a crazy psycho -, then the marshmallows.] Ya realise this is shady as fuck, right? I wouldn't be eatin' those if I were you.

[truffulacide]

Guilty as charged. I'll set up a little booth for autographs sometime later, but please - try to contain yourself for now.

[he holds the bag up, a marshmallow already pinched between his forefinger and thumb.] These? I've had them with me for a while now. I don't think they've gone bad.

[he pops it in his mouth.]

Mmf. Theyf donth tafth liketh theyf gone bafth.

[noluckduck]

Wow, shut the fuck up.

[She groans.] That's not what I mean, ya idiot. What if that stuff kills ya?

[truffulacide]

Noooo, YOU shuf upfth!

[he swallows.]

- I meant that I brought them with me from my house. I've been eating them all afternoon so if they were going to kill me, I think they would have done the job by now.

[noluckduck]

Oh.

[Ah. A little awkward.]

... So whaddya think about these burgers here?

[truffulacide]

Yeah, oh. [not gonna let you live that down anytime soon, brat.]

What's there to think about? Don't eat them. [after all of ten seconds of intense contemplation, he rolls his eyes and walks towards her with the bag.] Since when has this town ever done anything nice for us?

[he taps her on the wrist, gesturing for her to open her palm to him.]

[noluckduck]

Yeah, yeah, ya don't have to be a dick about it.

[... Wait, what is he doing?

With a skeptical glare, she holds out her hand for him.]

[cueball]

Don't even bother. The food is worthless here in value. You won't be better off at all.

[noluckduck]

What's that even mean? Worthless how, like it doesn't do anything at all?

[Only then does she turn to look at Anderson Coop-- uh, that one shady guy, right? The one with a ton of clocks.]

... Anyone ever tell ya you look a hell of a lot like this guy from TV?

[cueball]

[Another guy from tv? Is that the sort of body this town gave him.] No, not really. If I do then it's inconsequential because this isn't my real body. Getting back on subject - the food won't fill you from my understanding. I haven't actually tasted it myself and you would be smart to do the same.

[noluckduck]

Oh, yeah, you're an alien, right?

[She takes one last look at that one hamburger. God, it looks heavenly.] No shit. Whatever, 'snot like I wanted any of this anyway.

[cueball]

Yes, I am an alien. As far as food goes you'll have to do without. Unless you want to eat the rodents that come out at night.

[noluckduck]

Dude, I'm not eatin' a rat!

[cueball]

Too bad, they are very tasty.

[no he's just kidding clover don't believe him...]

[noluckduck]

[EUGH.] Maybe to your freaky alien taste buds, man.

... Say, what's your real body like?

[ukelelenogood]

Who says you gotta "order"?

[Hey Clover look who it is. And as usual, she has just decided to pop out of nowhere.]

[noluckduck]

... Oh, what're you doin' here?!

[Don't feel special, Haruko. She greeted at least half the people she's seen here exactly the same way.]

[ukelelenogood]

Oh. You know. Hanging around sweetheart. What're you up to?

[noluckduck]

That's not what I-- Hell, I bet ya don't have a reason for bein' here, do ya?

[ukelelenogood]

Do yoooooouuuuu?

[She is just drawing it out as much as she can. Even eight year olds aren't this petulant with crap like this.]

[noluckduck]

[Oh my God.] Oh, c'mon! Can't ya be serious for once?! Do ya even realise how fucked up things are right now?

[ukelelenogood]

Do you?

[Okay okay. Enough dicking around.]

I know how bad they look.

[noluckduck]

What, so ya think we're all gonna be fine and dandy?