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

[commentboxtroll]

[Some other day, Caesar's going to look back and wonder how he keeps attracting kids who meddle in his business. Especially at the worst times!]

Someone's seen to it.

[kinship]

[That wasn't what he wanted to know, and the dried blood is hardly giving him confidence that this is the truth.]

What happened?

[He'll be trying to peel the coat back again now.]

[commentboxtroll]

[It's true enough. It's been cleaned, wrapped up, and the bleeding has stopped. What's left is worrying about infection or if he's not going to recover enough to move when the church inevitably is no longer safe, something he's sure will happen sooner or later.

Frankly? Something else will probably get him before this does and this, what Cain will see hidden under the coat, is a heavily bandaged stump where a hand used to be.]

Those stupid game prizes happened.

[kinship]

[Ah.

He feels a little sick, glad he never won one of them now. It took his hand off somehow... had it come to life and hacked it off? Or corroded it somehow? Or-- Well, however it had happened, it didn't look pretty.

He lays the coat back down gently, before taking a seat next to Caesar.]

I'm sorry, does it hurt? I can try and find something to help if it does.

[commentboxtroll]

[Caesar shakes his head.]

It doesn't. It didn't even hurt when it... [He falls short of finishing that. It makes him just as sick to remember it. There one second, gone the next.] It just doesn't. Don't ask me how, since I can't explain this awful place anyway.

[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.

[commentboxtroll]

I guess...

[The physical pain isn't there, sure, though mentally? Caesar's great at hiding the worst of what he's feeling, but this is starting to wear him down around the edges.]

[kinship]

[He's quite astute in that, but he also doesn't want to push where he's not welcome, so he just takes a seat next to Caesar and sighs.]

Sometimes it feels like we should be more surprised when these things happen, don't you think?