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

[ex_seventh238]

[All the bottles are poured out before the crate is set to burn with one quick blast of lightning a few feet away from the Church. ...Yeah so this Church here isn't exactly like a second home to her like the usual Mayfield, but Ciel still isn't going to have something like that stick around on holy grounds. :/

Otherwise Ciel will spend a good chunk of her time keeping an eye on anyone who stuck around to rest. She can't talk, but she can write notes and she can heal. Looking tired or injured? Chances are she'll hit you up.]

OOC

[likes2havesex]

do you mind if I come in right before Panty here was about to drink one of those here?

[ex_seventh238]

No problem! Ciel could have come in later and one bottle was missing or something, so go right ahead o/ Unless I'm misunderstanding, derp ;; You'd like for Panty to get a hold of it without being disturbed, right? Otherwise if she bore witness, she'd definitely try to stop her...

[likes2havesex]

Oh, no I want interference or confrontation or something, if you're down.

[ex_seventh238]

OH then I can do that, sure! SORRY FOR MISUNDERSTANDING, ;; /scurries off to tag!

because we can have multiple threads...

[cueball]

[Scratch watches Ciel blasts the bottles from afar. He doesn't really care for the bottles being destroyed -- anyone who would even think of drinking them deserves to die horribly for sheer idiocy in his opinion -- but it does mean one thing. And who better to talk about it with than the woman who has made the Church her territory.]

Even the church has begun to be affected by whatever is happening. [He says as he walks to the blasting area, after she has already destroyed the bottles.] It may not be safe for much longer. It could start to become rat infested tomorrow for all we know.

but i cant pime taradox marino...

[ex_seventh238]

[she glances back at him, neutral though not without a hint of irritation. Give her a second with the notepad...

Doubtful. If you're talking about the milk, it's common knowledge that whatever the Milkman is, he's his own party. As for the rats, that won't be happening.

she can keep rodents out of this place, tyvm.]

[captainofthe10th]

[ During the morning, someone crawls in, a huge, armored someone, actually. His armor appears untouched, though he smells of bolt-fire, and seems to be unable to stand on his right leg. Occasionally, he'll use his chainsword to hobble a few steps before dragging himself once more. ]

[ex_seventh238]

[...That figure is a familiar one, and while the movement is awkward, suggesting injury, this is him we're talking about.

So Ciel will stay where she is, but she will turn around to keep an eye on him and where he's headed for inside the Church.]

[captainofthe10th]

[ Garviel drags himself to a corner within removes his left leg's armor. Inside the armor.... there is nothing but blood. Blood and a stump at about mid-thigh, where the blood is starting to congeal, making a seal of sorts over his exposed bone. He hisses, unwilling to voice the considerable pain he is in, but obviously struggling with maintaining his control. He looks down for a moment, and then leans back against the wall of the church, simply trying to rest, even in his agony. As though he will still be a watchdog here, even sans a leg. He removes his helmet a moment later, exposing a sweat-sheened face, pale from both blood-loss and the effort of controlling himself.]

[ex_seventh238]

[...

What a reckless man.

Without making a sound, she stands up to retrieve her bag that she brought with her since day 1. Lack of water is troublesome to clean up wounds and administer medicine, and while she has disinfectant alcohol, let's not overuse that either. ...After she checks what she can do with spiritual healing, of course. The equivalent practice of 'white magic' does have its uses.

She stops next to him, puts her bag down, and starts going through the supplies with one hand while handing him a note in the other. If he unfolds, it'll read the following:]

Please stretch out your leg and sit still, I'll have a look.

[captainofthe10th]

[ He does so, raising an eyebrow at her inability to speak, and stretches it out. ]

Undertook a reconaissance to the 501 house. Confirmed bloodstains on the walls, but.... insects started to devour me, and I decided staying there to be consumed would be foolish. Shot my way out the front door, but it was already too late for a leg. [ he shrugs. ] A small enough thing for one of my brotherhood, really. [ Scarcely a Space marine with any seniority DOESN'T have some kind of augmetic. He'd been lucky up until now but Nero Vipus hadn't managed it, nor his savior, Nathaniel Garro. ]

I think I'll concentrate on keeping people OUT of dangerous places going forward. There isn't anything in 501 from my autosenses, so.... the town's masters are breaking the laws of reality in some fundamental way. I suspect if we understood it better, understood the rules they played by, we could change their game. All I can say for sure is there were no insects in that house when I stepped inside it, but I was swarmed inside my armor as soon as I went to investigate the stains on the wall.

[ As for his wound, it seems to be in pretty good shape. Astartes biology is very good at keeping even severely wounded soldiers alive, they'll cut their own limbs off and keep fighting in some circumstances, and this wasn't quite as drastic, though still horrific. If he was capable of feeling real horror, anyway. ]

[ex_seventh238]

[She lowers her head and briefly closes her eyes: the best that she can do as a sign of acknowledgment at his report. She didn't ask for it, but the information is appreciated; there's no telling how it may come in useful, though exploring 501 would result in injury is something she didn't need to bear witness to know that it'll happen.

She's just going to focus on that. No wound can be in 'good' shape, especially not if the blood before that was any indication. She'll start with pouring a bit of disinfectant alcohol on a bandage cloth then, and wipe off the thick blood as well as attempt to clean what's around the wounds. Once that's done, with an outstretched palm, she is going to apply her brand of healing, which will translate into a soft and cooling sensation into his leg, like it's being submerged in water or something of the sort. It'll regulate blood flow and repair inner vessels to a certain point; either way, by the time she's done, the injury shouldn't give him any more trouble save for a faint limp.]

[captainofthe10th]

[ Loken pats her hands in a gesture of gratefulness, aware of her involuntary silence, and sharing it for a moment as a show of solidarity. He closes his own eyes a moment later, seemingly finally taking rest. This should give her some idea of just how beaten down he must be. He can go, and has gone a full week without sleep or replenishment pursuing Merem, when he was causing havoc. Healing the leg wound as much as he did, surviving it, was a significant shock to his system.]