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

[spitefulvitae]

[She can handle smug. She has high defenses against smug. You need to when you travel in Kindred circles.]

If you want to go tearing up floorboards, be my guest.

[encored]

If they haven't found anything of interest beneath the floorboards of the houses, it isn't imperative to look under these just yet, either. [but his curiosity has been sparked so he'll probably pry a few boards up later anyway. clearly investigating is more important than respecting the only safehouse!]

My prerogative isn't to play detective here. Ah, but I don't believe you ever told me what you're doing.

[spitefulvitae]

[She shrugs, making a show of not caring a whit about what may or may not be happening in the world of floorboards.]

I'm looking for anyone that I might know. So far, I've seen a few. I'm also watching out for rats.

[encored]

[the poor, neglected floorboards...! he clicks his tongue and glances back into the church itself for a moment, falling back to the flats of his feet.]

Well, you're in a good place for both. If you can sit on the front porch, it seems rats avoid that area as much as they avoid the interior of the place. Most of the people here return at night as well, and anyone who isn't here right now are likely at the houses.

[spitefulvitae]

I'm hesitant to take my chances with the front porch. For the purpose of these things, porches generally count as part of a metaphysical structure...

[She sighs.]

I'll have to make another pass by the houses, then.

[encored]

[his brow furrows momentarily, and a look of curiosity replaces his somewhat apathetic stare.]

Do they offer much shelter?

[spitefulvitae]

Not as much as the church. They're not as apparently rat-proof. But if you post a guard or two, I'm sure they'd do in a pinch...

[She shrugs. Who's to really say? It's not like she's a rat expert.]