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welcome_rpg2012-07-02 01:17 pm
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welcome to mayfield: day 3

[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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[He nods.]
My own metabolism is fairly slow, so I should be all right for a while...there's nothing here to eat other than those rats, then?
[Because that carnival food he saw doesn't count. Didn't eat it in the first carnival, and he's not even considering it for the second.]
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[She gives a nod of her own.]
Nothing that I'm aware of. This isn't meant to be a place that can be survived in. Not that I can see.
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[He glances out the window like he's giving the place another look. The word "survived" seems to have struck some sort of chord, particularly after reminiscing about an old fight.]
There should be a way. Surviving is...something I'm good at.
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[She watches him as he stares out the window, tilting her head curiously. What thoughts were in his head?]
It likely won't be easy. Or pleasant. Or without consequence.
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[He seems to jar himself out of his reveries and returns his full attention to Natalie.]
Survival will be a battle. That much, at least, I understand about this place.
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[It's said with some admiration in her tone. Hajime seemed damned impressive, from what little of his skill and power she had seen. A fantastic ally. That's why she felt so relieved to have him here, yes, of course, of course....]
...ah.
[Her own reverie evaporated.]
Survival always is. I think we're both ready to fight?
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[And what he's not mentioning is that about all he did in that fight was figure out a way around the time stopping, then get his butt kicked seven ways to next Sunday so someone else had to do the rest of the heavy lifting.
And when she asks if they're both ready to fight, he actually smiles. He's got some respect for her strength as well; she was able to get away from him when he was in a crazy Joker rage, after all.]
Always.
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[She laughed. With their resolve proven, it felt like time for some levity. Or a change of subject.]
...You may want to spend the night at the church, if you plan on sleeping. I may plan to be awake, but I can only hit so many rats at a time. The church seems to be warded against them.
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[He generally doesn't laugh all that much, but he does smile, and it's a genuine one.]
I'll keep that in mind, assuming I do decide to sleep...it seems as though it would be difficult here.
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His smile was certainly welcome.]
It might be. But exhaustion often wins out over comfort. Although... er, do you need to sleep much?
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Not a whole lot--my body's designed to be ready for a fight at any time. I'll be fine for a few days.
[He glances around the area.]
You've been staying here during the day?
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[Then she laughs and holds a finger up.]
Yes. This is where I'm staying. Don't tell anyone? Old habits die hard...
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Don't worry. I won't.