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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[queen_of_swords]

[Olivier peaks into the window, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever opened the door, but doesn't see anyone. She pulls the pistol with flashlight taped to it from her makeshift holster and turns on the flashlight as she chooses to enter from the window rather than the door.]

Show yourself!

[mayfield_mods]

[There's no one there.

But there's a fresh, ice cold bottle of milk on the table.]

[queen_of_swords]

[She scoffs at the milk.]

Was that you who put crates of it out by the church?

[She'll leave the milk there, but make her way to the kitchen to see if there is a refrigerator full of the stuff.]

[mayfield_mods]

[Oh, there is. And suddenly, Olivier is simply parched]

[queen_of_swords]

[Olivier is reaching for a bottle of the stuff before she even realizes it's happening, and just as the first drop of milk hits her lips, she drops it shoots at the contents of the fridge, still pulling the trigger even after all the bullets are spent.]

No, not the stupid milk!

[She still parched, and starting to feel weird. She drops the gun and digs through her pack for her canteen of good water.]

[mayfield_mods]

[But that drop of milk tasted so good. The milk is all on the floor now, with glass shards mixed in, but Olivier is so thirsty for it. The water won't slake her thirst at all.]

[queen_of_swords]

[And to the drawers and cupboards she goes, searching everything for a straw. She knows she shouldn't, but her will power has faded. If anything was in the drawers and cupboards, it's not on the floor. She just stares at the milk on the floor, then she remembers the bottle of milk on the table.]

It better still be there.

[She doesn't even grab her gun and flashlight from the floor, but heads straight back to the other room.]

[mayfield_mods]

[The milk is still there! Cool and delicious as always.]

[queen_of_swords]

[She looks around the room, then dashes for the table and grabs the milk, giving a relieved laugh as she holds it close.]

It's all mine.

[And she downs the whole thing, heaving a sigh as she pounds the empty bottle back down on the table.]

[mayfield_mods]

[After finishing the milk, Olivier will collapse, with the milk eating away at her from the inside.]

[queen_of_swords]

[She's on the floor, trying not to pass out from the pain. She knows better than to scream and call attention to whoever left the milk out on that table. Instead, she will try to drag herself back to the window and pull herself out of the house.]

Threadjacking with permission from Olivier's mun.

[adventurerextraordinaire]

[It is at this moment that Cade arrives at 501, crawling in through the window. Both Jenny and Olivier have told Cade repeatedly not to set out by himself, and yet BOTH of them have done just that today.

(If there is any sign that this other mayfield is backward as hell, its that Cade is the the responsible one.)

He spots Olivier in a puddle of milk, dragging herself to the window.]

"NOOO!"

[He rushes over to Olivier, chanting the Words of Majesty as he rushes over.]

Hope this is ok!

[queen_of_swords]

[Olivier splutters as she opens her eyes and sees him there. Then her face goes even more pale, if that's possible, but after a moment, she sits up and her face turns red as she looks back at the window.]

Damn milk. I lost one of my pistols along with my flashlight in there.

Re: Hope this is ok!

[adventurerextraordinaire]

"I'll come back for it later!"

[Cade channels the healing power of his spell into her. The spell, normally, heals injured flesh and purges toxins and poisons, though it tires the patient out a bit. But who knows if it'll work with whatever the hell this milk is doing?

Cade sees that the front door is open, picks Olivier up, and is going to try and get her out of here now if possible.]

[queen_of_swords]

[She gives a feeble shake of the head.]

No, leave them, I have another pistol with me.

[She's having trouble staying alert, but she's not in as much pain as she was just minutes ago.]

[adventurerextraordinaire]

[Once Cade has her safely outside, he'll lay her down on the sidewalk.]

"Okay, how are you feeling? I haven't had to test my magic against this town's weirdness yet."

[queen_of_swords]

The pain is subsiding, but I don't think I'm going to attempt standing yet. In a few minutes, but not yet.

[She's not sure how long she was out for before he got there, nor how long he was in there before finding her.]

Nothing happened to you, right?

[adventurerextraordinaire]

"No, nothing happened to me, other than my heart dropping into my stomach."

[Cade looks her over.]

"Where does it hurt, exactly?"

[queen_of_swords]

Everywhere, inside. I think the milk might have had acid or something similar in it.

[She grits her teeth at having to admit she drank the milk. The milk of all things.]

And thank you, but you should make sure not to act too rashly in the future just to save someone.

[Even though she would have done the same had he been in trouble.]

[adventurerextraordinaire]

"Yes, clearly I was the one acting rashly."

[Cade observes her pained expression and starts unbuttoning her jacket.]

"I'm going to give you some more healing, okay? Just relax."

[queen_of_swords]

I was investigating.

[She's quiet a moment.]

And maybe going in alone was stupid, but something was in there. I am quite capable when it comes to fighting, but sometimes, I forget to remind myself that this is Mayfield and it does more than play dirty.

[She tenses up a moment when he starts unbuttoning her jacket, but relaxes at his explanation.]

I guess I look like I still need it, huh?

[adventurerextraordinaire]

[Cade pulls open the jacket and pulls her shirt up a bit. (Not enough to be immodest, just enough to see her stomach.)]

"Well, honestly on the outside you look fine, but I can tell you're in pain, which probably means I didn't heal all of it. I already used the Majestic Word on you, so any toxins should be taken care of, but maybe you're a bit more torn up inside than I realized."

[Cade's hands glow with a golden light as he puts them on Olivier's stomach and uses his Lay on Hands, channeling a sensation of warmth and pleasure into her and the magic mends any damaged flesh inside her.]

[queen_of_swords]

She nods, and lets him work his magic. She shivers at the sudden warmth a single giggle escapes her mouth before she can stop it.]

Thank you, but what else does that healing of yous do?

[Her tone is more inquisitive than the usual snappy one would get with that sort of question.]

[adventurerextraordinaire]

[Cade looks slightly shocked at the giggle. He'd never heard Olivier laugh before, even her smiles were usually either controlled or grimly satisfied. If someone would have told him that she was incapable of laughter, Cade wouldn't have been terribly surprised.]

"Uhm, well it just channels the power of the White Well. Some also call it positive energy, or life force. I can use it mend wounds and purify poisons and diseases. And I guess it just feels really nice, too; they call that the 'healing euphoria'."

[Cade looks her over again as he continues.]

"There are people much more skilled with it than I am back home- some can even bring back those who died recently. And not as zombies or anything, they revive them in perfect health!"

[queen_of_swords]

Euphoria is usually only something I experience after a particularly demanding battle from which my men and I emerge victorious.

This is too strange for my liking.