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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Re: FUNHOUSE A

[velesdonnersen]

[Tarvek arrives. He's tumbled out of the Funhouse, and landing in...the Funhouse. The new, nice Funhouse. Tarvek exists fast...]


Aieeeeeeeeee! Stupid, stupid, stupid town!

[The first thing he does is look around frantically for Ilsa.]

Ilsa?

Ilsa!

Red flame and blue lightning!

[Anyone want to bring him up to speed? He doesn't know it's been days since he lost his sweetie in the Funhouse.]

[emperor_cowboy]

[Don't mind him. He's just passing by and happens to hear... random screaming. Instincts tell him not to go in, but then! He hears a familiar voice... and decides to go investigate.]

[velesdonnersen]

[Spins and faces the newcomer, in full combat preparedness. In his case that's actually fairly dangerous. Ah...familiar person. He stands down and primly tidies his jersey and baldric.]

Have you seen Ilsa? Or Dakki? I was with them, then that wretched stairway threw Ilsa...somewhere. And when Dakki and I went after her, it dumped me here.

[Pause, and then, trying to pull out of frantic worry for Ilsa and their friend...]

Are you all right?

[He thinks he sees traces of Mayfield mayhem...]

[emperor_cowboy]

... Ilsa... I haven't seen her since ... yesterday?

[He had some serious eye injury, and was rather unsteady on his feet.</>]

... and I've been better...

[velesdonnersen]

[Clucks like a complete mother-hen... He's a doctor. (Isn't everyone?]

Tcheh. You're injured. Shush-shush, out of this place. It's dangerous. Then sit down and let me look at that mess.

[He's scared for Ilsa...he can't feel their link. At all. This is BAD. But Tarvek is actually quite good at soldiering on even when terrified. And he doesn't give a lot away.]

derp. my html was fail

[emperor_cowboy]

... right...

[Hol moved on ahead. His steps were unsteady, but he eventually made his way out.]

No prob. As you can see, I forgot to fix the subject line! LOL!

[velesdonnersen]

[Hiding a lot of different feelings behind grumpy Dr. McCoy gruff snarky cover.]

Well, sit, sit! No, in the light. Tcheh, what did you do to yourself?

Let me guess...playing with Mayfield toys?

[He's drawing a rather astonishing collection of basic first aid materials from stashes around his clothing. He starts cleaning the eye...]

[Tense.]

You said "yesterday." We just lost track of her minutes ago... How could she have been here yesterday?

Re: No prob. As you can see, I forgot to fix the subject line! LOL!

[emperor_cowboy]

... I was... here for a while... so... I was surprised when.. she showed up...

[He winced and tried to jerk away when his eyes were touched.]

So...what will Dr. Tarvek see as he attends his patient? XD

[velesdonnersen]

I can't help if you don't stay still. I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker. Ilsa...

[Shivers... he can't feel Ilsa. He can't sense her anywhere.]

Isla could. Sometimes. When she was getting her powers back.

How...long ago did you find her?

lol it might be a good idea to add me on plurk

[emperor_cowboy]

[Hol's eyes were both struck with that of blades entering them. One was partiality healed... but not very well ...]

I've been here for... two?... three?... days...

Ok. Just invited you to friend.

[velesdonnersen]

[Tarvek clucks, and produces a small bottle of sterile antiseptic fluid with a squirt top. He spritzes Hol's eyes, and clucks more.]

Can you see out of either eye?

[He'll take care of Hol if he's blind. He may take care of Hol if he's not...]

[Very still, shaky voice...]

I can't feel Ilsa. I should. She...she had this bond. She...I...

We could sense each other. I can't feel her.

[emperor_cowboy]

[ He winced ...]

I can sort of see out of it... but... she told me to go... to the church ... and didn't follow me...

I may have to send Hol on ahead to try to combine these threads. That work?

[velesdonnersen]

Ok. I'm going to clean out both, but I'm only going to bandage the one that's blind. You need to see. Can you get to the church without me?

I...

I need to see if anyone knows more about Ilsa.

[He wants her to be alive. He's fairly sure she isn't, but he's not ready to give up yet.]

That works : D

[emperor_cowboy]

[He gave a small nod.]

Yeah, I can do that...

FUNHOUSE A

[spitefulvitae]

[Panic and screaming. Well. That's hardly out of the ordinary for this place. She was on her way to the fun house so she could go back in, but perhaps she had better see what was causing the screaming first.

It was almost disappointing to see that it was just plain old panic.]

...you. You, too. You've gone and stumbled in...

[This man was Ilsa's, wasn't he? Not that she cares very much, judging by the expression on her face.]

Re: FUNHOUSE A

[velesdonnersen]

[Tarvek remembers her. She's smart, interesting, and deadly...not that he's seen her in action. But he grew up with "deadly." He knows it when it gives him the icy eyeball.]

Yes. Have you seen Ilsa?

[He's prepared... he's also groping for his amulet from Ilsa, wondering if it does any good here...]

[spitefulvitae]

...not since yesterday.

[It was the truth. Not the whole truth and not the entire picture, but still.]

Your Ilsa gives far too much of herself. I can't say for sure, but she may have given too much.

[She turns her head away, but is still regarding him from the edge of her vision. Chances are, he won't like this...]

[velesdonnersen]

[No. He's probably not going to like it. But he's a controlled sort. And he's diplomatic, when he's not being a sarcastic twit.]

Where did you see her last?

[He's staying very ready for almost anything.]

[spitefulvitae]

One of the houses. As it burned from the inside.

[And now she averts her gaze.]

I couldn't break down the door, and I couldn't face the flames even if I had. I'm sorry.

[While her voice is as cold as ice, the bit of pain on her face makes it plain that she cared, on some level or another.]

[velesdonnersen]

[The world stops.]

[He reaches for his amulet. He reaches forlornly for a lost emotional bond.]

I...

See.

[He's shaking, and doesn't even know it--which is almost freakish for him.]

(Very still and very quiet--and intense as swallowing straight sriracha with a tabasco chaser.]

Damn those idiots.

If they do not bring her back, I will burn this place down. Somehow.

[spitefulvitae]

[What had she expected from him as a reaction? She wasn't sure. She barely knew the man. Somehow, she had expected a wild emotional outburst... such things were the norm among her usual company back home.

This coldness and quiet said something about the man.]

Strew the streets with their innards. Prolong their torment. Make them feel what they've made you feel. I'll help.

[velesdonnersen]

[He's spent much of his life being hauled toward various forms of destruction, willy-nilly. He hates it...and for a second he's ripped between his anger at Mayfield, his grief and rage at Ilsa's death (Black coal and burning, again!) and his anger that Natalie is tempting him to become Siva, God of Destruction. It takes a moment for him to gain any control at all.]

I. Will. Consider it.

If they do not bring Ilsa back.

[More sriracha and tabasco]

Not before then.

But...

I will remember. And I will call on you.

[He offers her a hand. It is a formal acknowledgement of a deal made, and alliance formed, a treaty accepted.]

[spitefulvitae]

[She could have almost sworn that this Tarvek had a Beast of his own gnawing at the back of his mind and threatening to take the wheel. But that's impossible. That's simply projection.]

This little pocket of torment doesn't seem to have a place where the dead respawn. So. Maybe she's simply late in coming back. Maybe she's not.

[She steps forward and takes his hand, shaking it firmly. Her touch is like that a of a marble statue, cold and hard.]

When the time comes, I'll be ready.

[And she withdraws her hand.]

For now, you need to ensure your own survival. Avoid drinking the water. Absolutely do not eat the food the carnival gives you. Beware of the rats. Don't ride the rides.

[velesdonnersen]

[This is his first real look around.]

Ah. The carnival, but different. I wouldn't trust it anyway, any more than I trusted the first. I am neither stupid nor reckless.

Is there anything safe to drink or eat, that you know of?

How long have you been here? How...

How long was Ilsa here? In my awareness we were only separated minutes ago.

[Minutes that suddenly loom like infinity. The world changed.]

[spitefulvitae]

There are a lot of stupid and reckless people here. [Hell, she was one of them. Her hair hadn't been shot through with grey the last time he had seen her... right?]

The rats. The rats are fine to eat. But I'm not aware of a safe source of water, other than what others have brought in with them.

I've been here three days. Ilsa seemed to show up on the second day. [Confronted with more evidence of temporal tomfoolery, she frowns.]