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

Re: main area

[chalicejoker]

It's another rather human concept. Another curiosity.

[He's still walking towards the church.]

For an Undead, all there is is the call to fight, and the answer to that call.

[elevatoravatar]

Has anyone tried to explore them?

[mayfield_mods]

[The hazmat lets out a piercing shriek when Holland approaches it and starts spraying gas in his direction. This gas is different from the one leaking out of its body - it's much thicker and almost viscous. It coats whatever body part it touches, dissolving the flesh and bones instantly and solidifying into a fabric-like substance over the empty space, much like the hazmat creature itself.]

[ex_seventh238]

[She lowers her head and briefly closes her eyes: the best that she can do as a sign of acknowledgment at his report. She didn't ask for it, but the information is appreciated; there's no telling how it may come in useful, though exploring 501 would result in injury is something she didn't need to bear witness to know that it'll happen.

She's just going to focus on that. No wound can be in 'good' shape, especially not if the blood before that was any indication. She'll start with pouring a bit of disinfectant alcohol on a bandage cloth then, and wipe off the thick blood as well as attempt to clean what's around the wounds. Once that's done, with an outstretched palm, she is going to apply her brand of healing, which will translate into a soft and cooling sensation into his leg, like it's being submerged in water or something of the sort. It'll regulate blood flow and repair inner vessels to a certain point; either way, by the time she's done, the injury shouldn't give him any more trouble save for a faint limp.]

[mayfield_mods]

[The area begins to fill with an odorless gas, only detectable from the telltale hiss of a hazmat's gas spray.

All regains have been nullified for as long as they remain in the funhouse.]

[noluckduck]

I guess somebody could've put it there. For some reason.

[noluckduck]

Well, great. [She figures he's probably genuinely alright. He kind of seemed like a whiner when she first met him, so...]

Good thing that kid was passin' by when that shit went down. Otherwise...

[prideinbattle]

He'll make it. I took him to the church to find someone who could do something about it.

[crazyclownwoman]

I think everyone's been looking everywhere. There's not much else to do, and it's kinda small here.

[crazyclownwoman]

That's good.

Guess it's not surprising they booby trapped that stuff. It's why I didn't try the food.

[theboywiththebook]

[Well that part is never clear in canon, at least to Henry. But we'll assume he knows.]

Snow White told a secret the Evil queen asked her to keep. But Snow White told the Queen's secret. But, she was only a little girl and she didn't know what happened after she had said anything.

[gezellig]

[He'll back up, alarmed, but then he's taking his bullets out of his coat, loading his gun with a few more and then shoving them into his trouser pocket. Holland is going to attempt to block the spray of gas with his coat, swinging at the hazmat with his coat to avoid the spray - much like one would attempt to hit someone else with a wet towel - and ultimately flinging it over the hazmat like a net. And then he's going to try shooting it more, ignoring, for now, the pain from some of the gas that got on his thigh. Right now, he's only fueled by anger. And he'll do it all without a word, relentlessly ruthless as he shoots the creature from almost a point-blank range.]

[prideinbattle]

Yeah me too. I'm so hungry though...

[elevatoravatar]

How frustrating.

[encored]

[in the split second it would take him to turn around and bulldoze his way back out of the maze, he instead stomps his foot in a childish display of irritation at being right and not being listened to. it isn't his job to collect stray idiots!

but hazmats invoke a pretty strong reaction in him at this point, and that's the extra push he needs to propel himself at superhuman speed into the room in the direction of the gunshots. hopefully Holland won't mind his personal bubble being invaded too much, because there's a hand on his arm one moment and it's quick to grab his collar the next, jerking him backward with a little more force than necessary. if they don't run into any hazmat hitches he'll be bailing out of there, backpedaling quickly until he hits a mirror.]

ngl that icon makes me laugh so hard

[forgottenmagia]

Yes. Exactly like that. Please don't ever drink it.

[truffulacide]

[now it's getting good. logic dictates that this is the part where there'd be swords and blood and all kinds of nasty stuff. he leans forward.]

And then what happened?

[cueball]

[Scratch grimaces when he hears the sound and attempts to teleport. But, no dice. His connection to the sun was severed. That alone pisses him off, but he has no time to dwell on it.

He covers his face and nose with his mouth and starts to nudge on her arm to start moving back the direction they came from. They have to get out.]

[birthmarked]

[Oh blushing is a go.] More like Miss Ciel! I wouldn't have thought of it myself.

[willbeurprincess]

...Mayfield is usually not any better than home. Are you sure you're okay?

I will pass that on XD

[jumpsinline]

[ Pouting. ] Oh.

[ On cue, her stomach lets out the most dire growl you've ever heard. Someone didn't eat before they got lost in the funhouse. ] What can I dooo?

[railtracer]

Me neither. But frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if it did.

[kinship]

I think Mrs. Johnson has something to do with this, her pictures are all over the tunnel in the carnival.

[kinship]

[That's bizarre, he would have thought it would at least hurt. It didn't seem in line with Mayfield's usual remit to spare any sort of suffering.]

...good, I'm glad you're not in pain, at least.

[godcomplexed]

[And now trying to wiggle out of Rory's grip, looking indignant.]

A reason I'm going to figure out. It's our only as to what the hell is going on.