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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[perfectsymmetry]

[Crowe watches Crowley from the stairs for a few moments before piping up.]

I-It's like Westport, you know. They'd said the Milkman delivered to there, too. I wonder if we're that desperate o-or stupid.

[eyesofaserpent]

Westport? I'm afraid you lost me.

[perfectsymmetry]

Mm. It was a-a long time ago now, not long after I got here. A-Another town that appeared, a-and people got trapped there for many days. A week or so.

[Crowe draws his knees to his chest a bit more. He knows he won't last another day, let along several.]

I-I wasn't one of the ones trapped there, a-at least.

[eyesofaserpent]

Hey... Hey, what's wrong?

[He can't come any closer. He would if he could.]

I mean aside from the obvious...

[perfectsymmetry]

[Crowe smiles weakly.] I-I'm just, ah, tired. It's been a very long three days, yeah? When did you get here?

[eyesofaserpent]

This morning... Er... You haven't eaten anything since you got here, have you?

[perfectsymmetry]

[He shakes his head slowly.] N-No. The food at the stand's worthless, a-and the water's making people sick.

[eyesofaserpent]

Well, then you'll have to make do with what I can make. Hmm... It's been a few days, so I think juicy fruit would be best. Maybe watermelon?

[He looks about for something to use. He doesn't find anything, but takes off his jacket. He transforms it into a smallish watermelon, sliced in half, and two spoons. He holds one out to him from the sidewalk.]

Here.

[perfectsymmetry]

[Don't mind while he watches this with wide eyes.]

D-Did... Did I just hallucinate something o-or did you just...

[eyesofaserpent]

I liked that jacket, so you better enjoy this.

Er... No matter what's going on in this dump, grounds I'm holding my arm over is sanctified, so it kind of hurts...

[perfectsymmetry]

I-I'll buy you a new one when we get back. I'll buy you twenty.

[Shakily, he gets up from the stairs and heads over to Crowley. Crowe cocks his head slightly at that statement though, but he thinks he understands. Maybe.]

Sanctified? You mean you're...?

[eyesofaserpent]

You don't have to. I'll just change one of the others into something good.

[He nods and shrugs, his wing bobbing a bit.]

A demon? Yeah.

[perfectsymmetry]

I-If you insist. I still owe you.

[Crowe has been friends with all sorts in Mayfield, from robots to vampires to clones of Hitler. At this point, a demon is no surprise. Crowe offers a hand for a handshake.]

I-I see. The church seems to be the only place s-safe from the rats at night, just to warn you.

[eyesofaserpent]

Rats? Brilliant.

[He looks at the hand a bit curiously considering his full hands. He puts one half of the watermelon in it instead.]

Well, I guess I'm staying up tonight. How long have you been over here, mate?

[perfectsymmetry]

[WORKS FOR HIM.]

Ah, this is, um, day three for me.

[eyesofaserpent]

That's rotten luck, mate.

[He digs into his half of the watermelon.]

[perfectsymmetry]

Ah. Story of my Mayfield life, I-I suppose. [Please excuse Crowe while he attempts to have manners and not just shove his face into watermelon.]

[eyesofaserpent]

That's everyone's life in Mayfield.

[Go right on ahead. He doesn't care.]

[perfectsymmetry]

I suppose if you're a-already here, that's true.

[eyesofaserpent]

There's got to be a way out of this hellhole.

[He's talking about Mayfield itself, not just this strange little parallel corner of it.]

[perfectsymmetry]

[Crowe smiles, wanly.] I-I can only hope so. A-After being here so long, i-if I don't believe there is, I... I might as well be a drone.

[eyesofaserpent]

Right. Well... This place has pushed me too far and I'm looking to push back.