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

[velesdonnersen]

[He's a bit bashful, a bit flustered, but entirely cooperative. His arm offers no resistance.]

[Softly...]

You're welcome, doamnă .

[spitefulvitae]

[She makes a little sound of confirmation, and then sinks her fangs into a soft spot on his forearm. There's pain, a moment of intense someone-just-bit-me-and-broke-the-flesh pain, which is quickly smothered by an astonishingly pleasant sensation. A pleasantness that's marred by her unpleasant scent and the general wrongness of her... but a pleasantness that would give him little reason to pull away or fight it.

Several long, wonderful mouthfuls of blood later and she pulls away. She licks her lips, then licks the wound, which closes it up neatly.]

Aaaaaaaah...

[And she looks just a bit better already. Less cold, less brittle.]

[velesdonnersen]

[He studies the closed skin over her bite with interest.]

Amazing. Can that be used to heal in other circumstances? You could be a great healer, if so.

Eh. I am a Spark. Always too interested in the Science(!).

Will you be better, now?

[spitefulvitae]

No. Only my own bites.

[She also looks a tad more relaxed. Though not too much more impressed with him. Great. Science.]

I'll be better for a while, I think. Human blood gets me a lot further than rats. As long as this place doesn't give me reason to need to exert myself much.

[velesdonnersen]

[He can tell she's not impressed.]
[Dry]

Science(!) in my world is a match for any wampyr, doamnă. I would not make such a face if I were you.

However...

If you're ready, I...

I want to find Ilsa.

[He yearns to find Ilsa...]

[spitefulvitae]

Mm, but this isn't your world, is it? It isn't either of our worlds. [She gives another little shrug. This really wasn't the point of the exercise, getting snippy about personal codes of belief...]

I'm as ready as I'll ever be. If you want to search... then we'll search.