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

[godcomplexed]

[Slumping against him. Or at least trying not to rest his head on Rory's shoulder but failing to keep his head upright thus leading to the slumping.

His head is starting to pound from smashing it received from the window yesterday and it feels slightly fuzzy and stuffed. And his stomach is twisting itself in knots due to hunger. The Doctor has seemingly boundless energy but it doesn't last forever and he keeps it up by eating and sleeping like anyone else. Just not as much as normal people. But the investigations are starting to wear on him.

At least Rory and Amy are alright. Still alive. That's what matters.]

[noluckduck]

[After nearly dying yesterday, Clover isn't taking her chances with the carnival anymore. She's heard about the rats, too, so the church seems like the only safe choice right now.

God, she hopes she won't have to eat them. The Once-ler should still have marshmallows, right? Those are edible.

She hasn't paid much attention to the milk. It's probably just as unfit for consumption as the crap the milkman delivers back in... normal Mayfield? Is that an adjective you can use when describing Mayfield?

It'll have to do.]

[hairflyingheartpounding]

It can, and I'm glad you do. That really does mean a lot to me.

[She begins to sing, then, her healing incantation; her hair glowing from the roots down to the tip.]

[hintcoinplz]

It's been...

[How long has he been here again? He has to think about this for a moment.]

Three days, I think.

[answerer_sword]

A-are you...sure? I can...close it...all the way.

[Just then, she almost pitches over onto Hakuno]

[theboywiththebook]

[He watches her sing and suddenly, her hair is a light and spreading down. As it moves down her hair that's lying on him, he feels like he's being bathed in sunlight. Not burning sun during a boiling summer day. No, just the warmth of it on a nice spring afternoon. A moment ago he felt like he'd pass out from exhaustion, but now he's feeling revitalized and refreshed. He looks to his hands and the wounds on them have begun knitting closed, painlessly. He can only guess that the ones on the rest of his body are repairing as well.]

[godcomplexed]

[He just gives her a shit-eating grin.]

Wasn't planning on it. We'll have to stop and see! Wonder what we'll see at the top, hmmm?

[soveryhuman]

I'm a nurse, not a carpenter. [ And not eager to explore anything papered with Mrs. Johnson's face, it's true. ] You're going to end up with some kind of disease. Risking foul and managing not to get hit with it can only work for so long.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

[Once she's done singing, she pulls her hair away.]

Feeling better?

[ex_seventh238]

[She'll nod at the question, though at that, she'll also withdraw a small notepad tucked away into the sleeve of her habit. Taking out a piece of detached paper sandwiched away between some of the pages, she then unfolds it open and hands it to show Rapunzel a pre-written note:

I can't speak. I know this is inconvenient, I'm sorry.

While Rapunzel goes over that, Ciel'll dock off the pen tucked behind her ear and get on writing something else inside the notepad. A moment later:

I'm very much okay otherwise. Thank you for your concern, but please focus on yourself. If you're tired, rest as much as you can. The church will be watched over.

Better be snoozing here than exploring Mayfield and getting injured, alright...]

[truffulacide]

Raaapunzeeeel~ ♪ She has that glow, oh, oh, but why won't she let it gooo? ♫

[that...made more sense in his head, but give him a break - you'd be hard pressed to come up with good lyrics after a sleepless night, too.]

...Oh. [now he feels bad. he ends with that, at least momentarily. staring down at his legs for a moment or so, he adds:] You've had a hard day. It's normal to have a nightmare or two when you're stressed out.

[godcomplexed]

[Snorts.]

It's just water, Rory. Slightly chilly water that goes down a mysterious tunnel that's pitch black and deep. That's all.

Besides, I'm a Time Lord and highly resistant to most disease. And actually I've been managing to not get hit for... well, practically all my life. Hasn't let me wrong yet.

[roadroller]

[Oh. Rin actually doesn't need any of that to survive either, but she thinks to point that out would be tactless.]

Ah...

[but what CAN she say? She'd rather try to cheer her up.]

...

I brought an orange! ♪

[It's too bad that she didn't bring more snacks, but Vocaloids usually do have a few of their character item on hand. Rin smiles and offers the fruit.]

Thanks for warning me about the ferris wheel. ♪

[she adds so that it's a trade rather than charity. Pride is a big thing for her and so she assumes it's the same for other people.]

[the_girl_who_waited]

[ They're tough folks, so Amy's not going to be the one to bring up any complaints. Instead, she'll wearily rest her own head against the shoulder of whoever is willing to have it. ]

Are we still alive and in one piece?

[ She has enough energy to put on the facade that she's alright. A beacon of optimism is what her two boys need, so she'll continue to burn as bright as she can. ]

Clothes don't count. [ Just adding that in. ]

[truffulacide]

I've been here all night and I didn't hear anyone outside.

[of course, he dozed off at one point, too. it's embarrassing to admit, though, so he'll leave that little detail out.

dragging his axe behind him, he approaches and cautiously dips his hand into the crate, fumbling for a bottle. he holds it up like it's some breed of venomous snake, poised to bite him at any moment.]

This looks a lot like the bottles we get delivered to us every morning. I was told we weren't supposed to drink those.

[waiting_for_the_worms]

[After a bit longer...]

It's no good. It's gone.

[waiting_for_the_worms]

You should really bandage that up, Bazett. You're going to lose too much blood.

[theboywiththebook]

Yeah, lots!

[Henry looks at her for a moment curiously.]

....Is that why you were locked in a tower?

[Sorry Rapunzel, he still has a feeling you're like the same one from the fairy tale.]

[hairflyingheartpounding]

...Oh!

[Rapunzel nods as she reads, but isn't done yet. She's curious, always, endlessly.]

Have you always been mute? Or... Did something happen? Do you need help?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

...Oh.

[Rapunzel sighs and nods.] But I... I'm still not the one in your fairy tale book.

[waiting_for_the_worms]

What's wrong...?

[Kariya looks down, his face paling as he notices the hole as well.]

W-what the...

[vytis]

[Lithuania is regarding the milk with no shortage of suspicion. He's not about to drink it, but he can't help but wonder if the Milkman has found his way over here, too. He stands out on the church doorstep, looking around at the milk and the town and the cracks opening up in the sky.

That last thing is really unsettling, honestly.]

[adventurerextraordinaire]

((There actually aren't any pews in this church.))

"Oh, well, at least they didn't take anything worse. You can use mine if you need to."

[ex_seventh238]

[All the bottles are poured out before the crate is set to burn with one quick blast of lightning a few feet away from the Church. ...Yeah so this Church here isn't exactly like a second home to her like the usual Mayfield, but Ciel still isn't going to have something like that stick around on holy grounds. :/

Otherwise Ciel will spend a good chunk of her time keeping an eye on anyone who stuck around to rest. She can't talk, but she can write notes and she can heal. Looking tired or injured? Chances are she'll hit you up.]

[technologic]

Maybe it might appear again sometime or something... That, or this place is screwing around with us.