welcome to mayfield: day 3

[mayfield_mods]

[Those who wake up in the town on the third day will soon notice that something's definitely off. The cracks in the sky are appearing more frequently and lasting for minutes at a time, and there's a strange white fog drifting over the clouds.

For those who've just arrived, welcome to our new little town! We're sure you're glad to see your missing friends again; nothing to worry about here, they've just been too busy enjoying the upgraded carnival to go back home. Any bleeding limbs or serious wounds you may spot are obviously just a sign of how much fun they've been having.]

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

Comments

[chalicejoker]

It was an interesting battle.

[And what he's not mentioning is that about all he did in that fight was figure out a way around the time stopping, then get his butt kicked seven ways to next Sunday so someone else had to do the rest of the heavy lifting.

And when she asks if they're both ready to fight, he actually smiles. He's got some respect for her strength as well; she was able to get away from him when he was in a crazy Joker rage, after all.]

Always.

[theboywiththebook]

[Henry notices. Oops, he did it again.]

Sorry...

[technologic]

I'm not really sure... It looks like the sky is cracking apart, and there's some kind of weird fog.

... I really hope the sky doesn't fall on us or something.

[spellbent]

[ Warren has to appreciate that. He's not one to dish out mercy kills himself, but he's glad for Joshua's no-nonsense approach.

His head snaps back violently, and then he goes quite still.

Joshua is, of course, welcome to Warren's things. He has no use for them any more. There's some spare ammo for the gun in one of his jacket pockets. ]

[answerer_sword]

[She shakes her head.]

The problem is what you will hit. If you prove me wrong and there are indeed hostile beings here, I will conceed that your method was correct. However, if there are none, then this is both a waste of energy and a potential hazard to yourself and others.

Either calm down and start aiming properly, Hijiri, or I will be forced to calm you down.

[gezellig]

Charles!

[He actual sounds calm; Holland scowls and fires 3 more shots, aiming for the head and torso.
Inside, however, he feels panicked, and that is why he calls out to Charles

It's a damn hazmat. A hazmat suit just like that welcome letter had described.

The dismay and anger he feels at this even existing, of seeing the truth of the letter with his own eyes, just makes him want to kill whatever is in the suit even more.

Re: House 3

[bailedontheempire]

[Bail has ventured out of the church to see how the others trapped here are faring]

Anything?

D:

[gezellig]

[One blink.

Then another, and that was all that it took. Cain no longer had a head; Holland saw it with his own eyes. He only narrowly avoids a similar fate as tendrils move swiftly towards his own body - if it even was his body.

Hell if he knew anymore.

Hearing Abel behind him, Holland curls an arm around the headless body's middle, then turns and takes a fistful of Abel's shirt. He will haul the other man back and away from the surreal white shapes, at the same time ]

Get away! Stay back!

[He won't stop or let go of Abel until they are what he deems a safe distance away.]

[captainofthe10th]

[ During the morning, someone crawls in, a huge, armored someone, actually. His armor appears untouched, though he smells of bolt-fire, and seems to be unable to stand on his right leg. Occasionally, he'll use his chainsword to hobble a few steps before dragging himself once more. ]

[captainofthe10th]

[ A huge, armored figure crawls over to Kariya, rumbling greeting. ]

Looks like you are still healthy. Thank the Emperor for that, I suppose. [ His left leg hangs limp in the armor, though there is no scratch on it. ]

Re: That works : D

[velesdonnersen]

[He cleans, anoints, bandages, and reviews.]

I've got painkillers, but...if you can hang on without, it would be better. There may be people who need them even more.

You go ahead. I'll try to join you.

If you see Ilsa again...

Tell her I'm here.

[Softer]

Tell her to take care of herself.

[destroytheblueone]

Sounds about par for this place.

[He adjusted his specs as his Egg Pawns attempt to readjust themselves.]

Though, now I have to wonder why this is all here... is THIS what that message was telling us about?

[mayfield_mods]

[One of Lithuania's shots penetrates the eye socket of the face on the creature's torso, and its gibberings rise into high keening shrieks of pain and rage. Two of its flailing arms clamp down on Latvia's leg and begin to pull, with such force that his leg is in serious danger of being ripped off. Both Latvia and Lithuania are being dragged towards the tunnel- meanwhile, the other set of arms lunges to claw at Lithuania's face.]

[mayfield_mods]

[The two voices can be heard, very faintly; the group will have to strain to hear and understand them. The voice in italics is that of a young woman's; the voice in bold is that of a middle-aged or older man.]

Richard! There you are.

Were you looking for me, doctor?

Sort of. I guess I just wanted to get your opinion on this whole thing. Have you changed your mind?

Let’s just say when Mr. Zemekis promised us a “world free of pain and fear”, a circus wasn’t exactly what I was expecting.

That’s not really what I meant, Richard.

I know what you meant. I don’t really know how to answer your question, though. It’s a bit too soon to say, isn’t it?

[The two voices continue speaking, but the sound is getting further and further away. If the group wants to hear more, they have no choice but to follow...]

[voiceofauthority]

[Jenny quickly writes down everything in her notebook before wrapping a protective arm around Henry and moving forward. They need to know more. Richard, was that Richard Grey? If so was the woman Annie? It's possible, but she won't be jumping to conclusions.]

Stay close.

[mayfield_mods]

[Send him flying, it did.

He skitters to the ground, barely coming to a stop before he's on his feet again and sprinting away.]

[mayfield_mods]

[It's suddenly not there any more, disappeared into the darkness. But it can still be heard skittering from time to time.]

[queen_of_swords]

[Olivier nods, and digs through her bag for her rope, handing one end back to Cade, looping some around her belt, then passing the other end to Henry.]

Be careful.

[As quiet of a whisper as she can give without altering the voices to them, but loud enough for at least Henry to hear. She knew there was something going on here. Were they stuck in an alternate time. Why would the owners of the voices be hiding from them?]

[theboywiththebook]

[Henry has taken his own notebook out and written this inside as well. But it's strange hearing this. Richard was part of this mess? Had he helped cause it?

When Jenny wraps his arm around him, he stares ahead as they start moving. Taking the rope offered to him by Olivier he remains quiet. ]

[adventurerextraordinaire]

[Cade looks at the rope stupidly.]

"Uhm, what am I supposed to do with this?"

[mayfield_mods]

[A few moments after they leave, the empty spaces closes up and disappears, the carnival restored as if nothing had happened.]

[then_there_were_none]

[Flandre's claws came up empty, all of a sudden; slashing at empty space instead of where there had been hands squeezing her throat.

She couldn't do much more than gasp and wheeze for a bit; air, air, air. She would never take air for granted again, it felt like.]

[encored]

[he instantly associates hazmat suits with Westport, with the post-Sergei invasion of the town, and starts backpedaling toward the opening in the maze they had created, stopping just shy of Holland and elbowing him in an attempt to get him to follow. in his opinion, this is one of those "better to cut your losses" situations. no use exploring a pitch-black area with hazmats lurking about.]

If you want to keep firing, cover your nose and eyes. There might not be a person inside of that. [he flings another piece of glass in the direction of one of the tubes running from its air canister to its mask, but he already has his left hand raised as a secondary defense, ready to strike in case that doesn't slow it down.]

[brokiomi]

I am far from an ordinary human. I'll be fine.

[badladyscramble]

Flan, stay back!

[Remilia positions herself between her sister and their attacker, doing her best not to mind the fact that the sun was starting to roast her alive, smoke coming off her skin. Luckily though, it seemed the thing preferred retreat to another taste of her claws. Once she was sure it had run off, she turned to the little vampire, gathering her up again and taking her into the shade]

Are you alright? Is your throat okay?