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Mayfield Mods ([personal profile] mayfield_mods) wrote in [community profile] welcome_rpg2012-07-02 01:17 pm
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welcome to mayfield: day 3

[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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[personal profile] destroytheblueone 2012-07-03 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Dr. Eggman can't help but look up at the Ferris wheel and how it seemed a whole lot better... except for the fog lingering over the top, the seats passing through it.]

I'm certain this wasn't like this before I got here... and as much as I like to investigate that fog, I don't trust it one bit!

[At that, two of the Egg Pawns saunter up to one of the seats as a third hops to the switch. As the third pulls the switch, the two start to move... only to fall through the seats partway up, hitting the ground with a thud.]
truffulacide: (he's a serious mister)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-03 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[oh no, this guy again. as horrible as it is to see his fat self here, that whole spectacle was kind of funny, as much as he hates to admit. standing beside a nearby garbage can, Once-ler cups a hand to his mouth and tries not laugh too loudly.]
destroytheblueone: (Dr. Eggman - Over the shoulder)

[personal profile] destroytheblueone 2012-07-03 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, this kid again. The doc can see you trying not to laugh before shaking his head.]

Even here, this place is trying to play it's tricks.

Wherever HERE is. Looks like Mayfield, seems like Mayfield... yet, I have a feeling it's not exactly all there.
truffulacide: (❀ we're the tail-end of the sun)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-03 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Close but no cigar. [he pushes himself away from the trashcan, raising his hand and wiggling his fingers in a half-hearted wave.] It looks like Mayfield, smells like Mayfield, probably even tastes like Mayfield if you tried to lick the street, but it isn't.

I guess what it really is is our own little slice of the underworld. Tentatively.
destroytheblueone: (Dr. Eggman - Evil)

[personal profile] destroytheblueone 2012-07-04 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Sounds about par for this place.

[He adjusted his specs as his Egg Pawns attempt to readjust themselves.]

Though, now I have to wonder why this is all here... is THIS what that message was telling us about?
truffulacide: (tonight i'm gonna bury that horse in the)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-05 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
That's what it looks like, unless you've heard of any other evil carnivals in town.

[he walks by an Egg Pawn and stops to look down at it with a curious - but oddly fond - look on his face, reaching down to give it a brief pat on the head.]

Some warning that turned out to be.
destroytheblueone: (Dr. Eggman - Pull The Lever!)

[personal profile] destroytheblueone 2012-07-05 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[If the Egg Pawn could beam brightly, it would! Instead, it gives Once-ler a thumbs up in return.]

But, if that's the case, then wouldn't those codes people said they heard about be here? And if so, where...?

Unless that's a trap, too.

Heh. Par again.
truffulacide: (when the theater went pitch black)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-05 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Who the heck knows? If they're here, they've gotta be hidden somewhere we can't get to. A ton of us have already checked the houses down the street, but the only things you'll find in those are a ton of ticked off ghosts.

[he crosses his arms.]

You know what I think? There aren't any codes. If Rick Grey isn't in on it with the mayor and the rest of his toadies, he's an idiot.