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.

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[bloodsugar]

[...this isn't comforting, Charles, you know that...

he's absorbing this with a few beats of rather heavy silence. he doesn't know what to say... but-- one thing strikes him.]

...You died in Wesport... didn't you?

[it's quiet, and he's watching him side-long. charles :(]

[voiceofauthority]

[Jenny shakes her head, no, they're not rushing into danger. In fact, this whole tying Cade to others idea is a pretty good way to keep him out of trouble.

She lets a shock of energy shoot from her finger and run the length of any tubing that might be above them to illuminate the back of the tunnel. It's probably going to turn up nothing though. That seems to be the way of things in this place.

The voices had mentioned drones, something she had written down. It seemed as if this was the very beginning of Mayfield. The first three houses that had been occupied. By willing occupants no less. So it wasn't a virtual war games, it was a virtual reality sim much like the SIMS game from back home. It made sense. Some weirdo going in and playing house with them all just like you did in the game. Experimenting and testing on them like how some people would put their SIMS in rooms without doors or no toilets. Only this was worse then slow torture. This was continuous torture that forced you to stay on your toes, and most of these suckers didn't have toes to stand on.

She gestured before continuing to push forward. If they could get out of here that was good. If they could get more information, even better.]

[theboywiththebook]

No, nothing really. Other than a flyer that's an ad for Mayfield...it's kind of weird though.

[vytis]

[Lithuania shifts to pick Latvia up--he heard that snap, there's no way Latvia is running on that--and takes off running at the same time. He doesn't waste any more energy shouting anything to Poland, as he's pretty sure Poland knows to run when he has the opportunity.]

[ex_seventh238]

[hey hey

to be fair she never tried nuking him. Threw swords and used some magic as support, but mostly melee'd the daylights out of him because that's what she prefers!!

...but no okay, yeah sure why not. With Charles warned, she'll extend her left hand forward while pulling her right arm back, as if drawing an invisible bow. A faint white magic circle is drawing itself out and expanding by her feet, and even if she can't speak due to the lack of a tongue, her lips are moving. ...Not that he can see, but given that what she's trying to do doesn't rely on pronunciation, having the words in mind and shaping them out is enough.

What results is the forming of a long white beam of crackling energy laying above her left arm: talk about a souped up magical arrow. That thing she's still charging definitely has enough firepower to normally lay waste to an entire house, so--

--The spell complete, her right arm lets go. The bolt is send flying, straight into the food stand as a whole.]

[willbeurprincess]

Um--I'm afraid I don't understand...

[mayfield_mods]

[With the light from the opening filtering through, they can finally make out the features of the hazmat...and it quickly becomes obvious that Charles is very, very wrong. There is indeed a person inside the suit, although 'inside' may be the wrong word for it; the fabric of the suit itself is growing out of his - her? the gender is impossible to tell - skin, fused to their upper torso and arms. The lower half of their face is covered by a hazmat suit's protective plastic mask that emerges from beneath the flesh of the cheeks and jaw, but their eyes are still visible, and they are clearly in unbelievable agony.

But Charles and Netherlands better not spend too much time focusing on the hazmat, because it's leaking both blood and gas from where the glass shards and bullets hit. The gas won't cause any pain if they breathe it in; instead, it'll simply delete one of their senses. Sight, hearing, taste, smell, touch, balance - the longer they spend in the gas's presence, the more will disappear.

[truffulacide]

Who the heck knows? If they're here, they've gotta be hidden somewhere we can't get to. A ton of us have already checked the houses down the street, but the only things you'll find in those are a ton of ticked off ghosts.

[he crosses his arms.]

You know what I think? There aren't any codes. If Rick Grey isn't in on it with the mayor and the rest of his toadies, he's an idiot.

[encored]

[comfort isn't his specialty, sadly...

the question earns him a small, dismissive wave of the hand. westport is a giant tango of Bad Memories for him, so he tends to deflect and avoid the topic wherever possible.]

Before a few, after most. It's why I only known second-hand that the remainder of the population was killed within the next day. Radiation poisoning, I believe it was.

[bloodsugar]

[mm. there's no joke on his lips this time. maybe it's just the tension in the air around here, right? but he's taking this seriously without deferring to the wisdom of humor to make light of it all.]

I'm sorry.

[encored]

[his brow furrows for a moment like he's getting ready to be angry, but he remains impassive in the end.]

You should re-direct the energy you put into being sorry and use it to prepare yourself for a potential repeat of the situation.

[strike_you_out]

[Watching Luke, he narrows an eye suspiciously.]

...Did you get bit, too?

[bloodsugar]

[prepare to watch those he loves die? no... no thank you. he's lived that 'end game' back home once, where death isn't impermanent. he doesn't intend to suffer through that again.]

...Sometimes, the less you say... the more it seems as though some part of you is screaming, Charles.

[he's shifting to grasp the rosary in an almost subconscious gesture as he looks out at those milling about in the church. it won't end that way, will it...? it won't...]

I'll do everything I can to make sure it doesn't come to that. I'd ask you to stay where it seems safe for now, but... you've never been very good at listening to that kind of thing, have you?

So, I'll stick to 'please be careful' instead. I'll be here if you need anything.

[likesottlyfab]

[Poland takes a moment to yank on the sword and pull it out of the creature, before it manages to retreat back into the tunnel with it. He's pretty sure he'd never hear the end of it from Lithuania if he managed to lose it, you know assuming they didn't all die.

Catching a glance at the other sets of eyes starting to move forward in the tunnel, Poland hauls the sword over his shoulder and chases after Lithuania.]

Liet, this is all your fault!

[birthmarked]

[He ruined it. She's going to pull out a small bag of nuts out of her bag.]

You can have these.

[emperor_cowboy]

[Finding out that sitting was a bad idea at the moment, he rolled back onto his side.]

That wasn't a way out...

[truffulacide]

It really isn't, but... I guess common sense isn't a strong point in these stories. Maybe it was destiny.

[he shrugs against her.]

Did they fight over her?

[42_passes]

It looks like the things I used to see a lot. I don't like it.

[encored]

[welp, that actually does manage to make him angry. it isn't that he wanted to learn to accept death, and he's really just making a point to bluntly warn everyone because he cares, but what he views as sickening optimism gets under his skin faster than it ever did before in situations like this.]

It's yourself you need to worry about. If you're still clinging to the notion that you alone, or anyone for that matter, can change the most likely outcome, you'll be one of the people who suffer the most. [he huffs, and turns to withdraw back into the church.]

[encored]

[being melee'd is not the life he wants to lead, but it is still better than being nuked, true....

anyway yep just gonna stand here watching in silence as she summons a weapon he hasn't seen before from her crazypants weapons arsenal, looking impressed despite himself. for someone unused to dealing with energy or magic or any of that, these things will never get old!

in fact, he might just suggest they go toast something else once she's done here...]

[bloodsugar]

[it's okay to admit that all this bothers you... being played by Mayfield; being killed... watching those you care for -- because you do -- get hurt, Charles ;(

...but he watches him go; even he on occasion knows when not to overstep his bounds. please take care of yourself, Charles... alright...?

he wants to see you alive and well at the end of this... ;(]

[willbeurprincess]

Oh--Oh this world? Or Mayfield in general?

...Did bad things happen in the things you saw?

[forgottenmagia]

Did your eye...? Did you lose your eye in there?

[She's heard the story before. But the eye thing is unnerving.]

[42_passes]

[Crona just...begins to shiver a bit. Without having everything regained remembering it is just...scary, to say the least. Still, the black blood does have it's desired effect...and Crona seems to shut down after a little bit.]

Do the doors here only open inward? I didn't check.

[jumpsinline]

Huuuh? [ Pointing up at her eye. ] I woke up without it a while ago. I had a really weeeird dream. Some girl with green hair pointed a thing at me that made a REALLY loud sound and theeen there was a truck???

I don't remember a lot after that. [ Someone had kindly come and set her ablaze, to put her out of her misery. ]