welcome to mayfield: day 4

[mayfield_mods]

[This carnival seems to be getting less and less maintained by the day. Your nerves aren't the only thing fallen apart: what were previously holes in the sky have expanded to cracks. What parts of the sky that haven't fallen into that strange, warping nothingness are full of brown smog-like clouds.

The carnival itself has become filthy, with trash and grease spots littered everywhere. The walls of the tents, wooden stands, and houses seem to be slightly melted, for lack of a better term. The holes of corrupted nothingness aren't confined to the sky anymore: pockets of nothing litter the carnival, shifting tears in the fabric of reality that hurt your eyes to look at.

A faint buzzing noise fills the air, making it difficult to concentrate. If you listen long enough, it starts to sound like voices. For your own sake, it's probably best not to listen to what they have to say.

You're also not alone here anymore, for those of you operating under the assumption that you ever really were. If you've been missing the friendly drones of Mayfield, fear no more, because scattered throughout the carnival are a few drone families seeing the sights, riding the rides and playing the games. Curiously, unlike the drones back home, these ones don't seem to notice you at all, acting as if you're not even there.

Also curiously: their features are warped nearly beyond recognition. Some are missing limbs or facial features; others appear to have had those features scrambled by Picasso's paintbrush, with mouths on their scalps or teeth on their fingers. Still other drones appear to be fused together at the wrist, or waist, or face. None of them seem to be any more aware of their deformity than they are of you.

...and yet, somehow, you can't shake the feeling that when you're not looking at them, they're looking at you.

New here? That's alright; your missing friends have had plenty of time to get acquainted, and they'll be happy to show you around. Just watch your step, because some of these old rides need some maintenance...]

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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GAMES

[mayfield_mods]

[All the classic games that you've enjoyed playing in Mayfield are still here, but it looks like someone upgraded the prizes! Instead of broken-down toys, brightly colored stuffed animals line the shelves, looking like they were just bought from the store. Even the jewelry's gone from cheap costume glass to what seems almost like genuine pearls and precious stones. They're a bit covered with grease and what looks like red stains, but hey, you get what you pay for.

Of course, with no drones running the stands, there's nothing to stop you from simply reaching out and taking the prize of your dreams. It's certainly better than whatever you might have won in the other carnival, right?

Just kidding! Cheaters never prosper, after all. Not only does reaching for a prize have a chance of vanishing your hand like yesterday, but those of you who stole one before will find that it's disappeared, along with a good chunk of whatever it happened to be touching. Let's hope you weren't already wearing that necklace.

There's one bright side, though. Those of you who won prizes by playing the games in Mayfield's carnival will find that they've been in your pocket all along, even if you distinctly remember misplacing or tossing them away. How lucky!]

[walking_nuke]

[Having spent a good portion of Days 2 and 3 falling through pitch black nothing for 24 hours straight, Balin is currently, and cautiously, wandering the Midway, taking note of how things have changed for the worse.]

Oh, oh this is some fucked up shit. Place looks like fuckin' meltin' wax—

[He looks both disturbed and on edge. To say nothing of the malformed drones, or the grease and red stains everywhere—the patches of nothingness really worry him. Maybe he should double back and stay at the Church, but ...]

[1_truth]

[ Conan wants a good look at that necklace. There's not attendant but that doesn't mean anything, not really. He won't dare risk just grabbing it and pays up to play a game he thinks he'll be good at. ]

[ Yes. All to get a good look at that red stuff on the necklace. ]

FOOD STAND

[mayfield_mods]

[[The food stand is less a "food stand" now than it is a pile of rubble. Someone appears to have had a grudge against delicious carnival food, because the entire stand has been ripped to pieces. The food is still littered here and there, and as delicious- and life-threatening -as ever.

Also, it's completely drenched in the sheet of blood that appears to be surrounding the entire area, despite the lack of any sort of corpse. But hey, uh... you can always wash that off, right?]

[thepurpleway]

[He just wanted to walk past it and see what became of the stand. This is what he gets for being curious.]

What is that--IS THAT BLOOD?! [Okay, stop using so much energy. Gakupo practically crawled here already.]

[jumpsinline]

[ Yoshika is... hungry. "Hungry" doesn't actually cover it. Thanks to her memories and experiences in Mayfield, she has rediscovered that she cannot, in fact, go for days without anything at all to eat. The earlier attempts to eat were unsatisfying, and she wasn't able to hunt all that well at night.

She is standing near the demolished food stand, her lone eye scans the drones walking around her. The left eye is just an empty socket with a matching exit wound scar on the back of her head, behind her left ear.

Yoshika is filthy, bruised, cut, missing the fingernails of a few fingers, and is more than just sizing the drones up... she is wondering how they taste.

Someone please stop her before she attacks one. ]

Re: FOOD STAND

[likes2havesex]

[She had avoided this place for 3 days now, but the hunger was getting unbearable and she was prepared to give in and eat this shit if it meant the pain and exhaustion would subside. Too bad Mayfield didn't cooperate because when she stumbles over to where the food stand used to be all she finds is a pile of rubbish and a whole lot of blood. She just stares for a while and mutters.]

Fuck you too Mayfield.

Re: FOOD STAND

[truffulacide]

[that's...a lot of blood. if there wasn't so much of it, Once-ler would give in to the wobbly feeling that's been gnawing away at his legs for the last ten minutes and sink to his knees right here amongst all the scattered foot and brightly painted pieces of wood. looking at it for too long just makes him feel worse so he tries his very best not to, instead turning his concentration on a perfectly held-together cheeseburger laying on the ground across from him.

...okay, bad idea. his shoes look much better. just focus on those.

what am I gonna do? what am I gonna do?

he runs one hand through his hair, followed by the other. even though he knew eating them wouldn't do anything, the possibility that a nibble could be enough to trick his mind was so tempting. this is the equivalent of getting a rotten apple in your trick or treat bag, then having that snatched away in less than five seconds.]

This isn't FAIR!

FOOD STAND

[spitefulvitae]

[Blood. The food stand was bits and pieces, and covered with blood? Perhaps it was meant to horrify the average Mayfielder, but this was just serving to make Natalie hungry. Blood. Something other than rat blood. Oh, the thought of it...]

...no. No no no... no.

[It could be a trap. It could be a trick. And was she really going to lick blood off of the ground? No. No no no. But she's pacing back and forth, eyes wide and pupils narrowed to pinpricks, obviously agitated.]

[hairflyingheartpounding]

[She can't believe what she's seeing as she stands there, staring.]

Who did this...?

[The smell of blood is, at least, somewhat killing her appetite. She finds herself sitting on the ground, unable to stand, be it from fear or hunger.]

[noluckduck]

[Clover couldn't take the church anymore. She just had to stretch her legs - wobbly as they were - for a bit. Maybe go somewhere less creepy, she thought at first, but it became obvious that was not going to happen when she took a good look at the sky and at what appear to be several holes in reality all around.

So maybe she'll just wander around a bit, then run the fuck back once things start getting freaky again. If she has the energy to run back.

She finds herself gravitating towards the food stand - or the place where it used to be, anyway - and the sight of all the blood makes her stop.]

Damn... We didn't bleed that much, did we?

[1_truth]

[ Conan is squatting near by the pool of blood-is it blood? -and just taking in the scene before risking sticking a finger in it. ]

FERRIS WHEEL

[mayfield_mods]

[The lever allowing anyone to ride the ferris wheel is still there, but whether or not it's even capable of running remains to be seen. The ride is looking in bad shape: pieces of wood and paneling are dropping off of it every couple of minutes, and the entire top half is submerged in that strange white fog.

Are you stupid or brave enough to ride it? Well, the lever's right there...]

[elevatoravatar]

[Elizabeth looks up at the fog and ponders for a while]

The mists do seem to be coming. Perhaps to see if the wheel works and spins.

[She pulls the lever to see if it indeed runs at all]

[waiting_for_the_worms]

[Kariya stares up uncomfortably at the fog, straining his eyes to try to see through it. He also spends a bit of time just walking around the surrounding grounds, looking from a distance at the tears and holes in reality.]

I really hope I'm right about this place.

[1_truth]

[ After carefully moving about the area Conan finds himself staring determinedly up at the Ferris Wheel, contemplating if he should try climbing it. ]

Re: FERRIS WHEEL

[suicidoll]

(Four days...it's been four long, agonizing days. People are dying, bleeding, sometimes keeping themselves together in the most literal way possible...and for what? Because a stupid carnival came to town and a voice over the radio told them it was a good idea. Kreutzer was tired, hungry, sick...her patience had just about enough.)

Why are we even here? What's the point of all of this madness? Another misdirection so everyone can bleed a little more? It's just another step, another push towards breaking us to insanity? I will not fall for that...I will not stand for this any longer!

(She glares at the Ferris Wheel, then shouts towards the sky.)

Richard! Richard you son of a bitch, I hope you're happy! You made everyone believe there was a way out and dragged them to their deaths! I curse your name and your foul attempts to drive us to madness! Damn you and this wretched dimension! Hide in your god forsaken holes all you want; I'll make them and the rest of this place your grave!

(And now anyone in the carnival will probably notice a very loud explosion. Kreutzer aimed one of her kamikaze dolls for the base of the ferris wheel and seems to be directly assaulting it with her danmaku magic. Clearly, she's pissed.)

TUNNEL OF LOVE

[mayfield_mods]

[The water of the Tunnel of Love has been tinted red, presumably by the same blood coating the ground near the food stand. Human voices can sometimes be heard from the tunnel- but so can growls, hisses, and the occasional shriek.

Those who linger at the edge of the tunnel will see definite signs of movement in the darkness- and not all of it is human...

Warning: Entering the Tunnel Of Love is likely to result in violent death.]

[shadow_possession]

[Dainn had, somehow, managed to drag himself inside this place. away from the sun, away from the blood he wasn't sure that he could drink without hurting himself. if the shadow had to be honested for once in his life, he was a little scared. the pain and injuries from jumping out of that house were too real for him. too solid when he could have just phased out if he was still himself.

so Dainn is here, listening to the noises and shrieks. it soothed him a little to hear those noises and the darkness was a comfort. but that was really it, wasn't it Mayfield? no true comfort. not his true home.]

Re: TUNNEL OF LOVE

[voiceofauthority]

[Hello tunnel my old friend. Jenny's come to see you once again. In fact, she's standing in front of it, just at the edge of the entrance and staring inside. She knows how stupid it would be to go in there again, but trying her best to listen shouldn't hurt.]

Re: TUNNEL OF LOVE

[bloodsugar]

[his brother is dead.

...his brother is dead.

Abel had come here on day two, peering into the tunnel curiously... remembering what this had been in the carnival in Mayfield. a Freak Show, with signs of that woman written all over it. he hadn't entered, then; he had Cain at his back to protect, and the risk of any potential dangers had been too great to chance going in.

...he doesn't exactly have to worry about that, anymore. the town had taken his little brother away from him. again. with the increasingly terrible shape of the Carnival, it seemed that Charles' premonition might have been right--

the 'end game' here might truly be death for everyone. and if that's the case...

...

there's no reluctance or hesitation as he enters the tunnel, walking along the side parallel to dirtied, blood-stained water. he's looking for her, the one who had tampered with his brother before. the red-haired woman who'd taunted him on the phones, the one who'd dug into his brother's mind and altered it... the one who paraded her 'superiority' as if she would be untouchable forever. the likelihood of her being here is slim...

but he had seen the pictures in the Freak Show -- this place was 'hers' in some way. there are voices somewhere in here -- and not all of them are the predictably unnerving monsters. if there's any chance she's here... any chance at all...

he'll take it.

the darker it becomes, the more visible a faint red glow is from his eyes. ...you killed his brother...

he'll make whoever-- whatever-- he finds here pay grievously for that. he'd rip the entire carnival apart if he had to... you took him away. --they're all going to be taken away. he can't sit still if it kills him.]

FUNHOUSE

[mayfield_mods]

[Feel free to re-enter the funhouse. If you search hard enough, you may even be able to get past the funhouse into the main area you explored before. But there seems to be something moving in the utter pitch darkness...

For those of you who won prizes in Mayfield's carnival, you'll find that they'll start glowing and getting warmer the closer you get to the main area.]

((OOC: If your character makes it past the hall of mirrors, please put MAIN AREA in the header.))

[emperor_cowboy]

[He knew now to avoid the ferris wheel... he also now knew to avoid suspicious sounding foot steps. He was avoiding the water... and found the idea of eating rats rather vulgar. So he's come back to the funhouse to inspect it. He's rather hesitant of going inside by himself.]

HOUSES

[mayfield_mods]

[There are four... well, three standard Mayfield houses lining this short street, two on each side. The first house on the right has the number 501 printed on the mailbox; as before, the door is locked, but you might be able to get the window open.

The other two houses have no numbers on their mailboxes and are unlocked. The interior of all three houses are bare - there's a working stove and sink in the kitchen and the upstairs bathroom has a fully functional toilet, but there's no other furniture to be found and some of the floorboards have been destroyed. There's also phones in every room, but all you can hear if you pick them up is static, and the occasional breathing noise.

If you were planning to take this time to explore House #3, you're going to be disappointed: one of the twisting cracks of nothing from the sky has extended down and swallowed up most of the house. Be careful getting too close- that buzzing noise in the air gets louder here. Voices seem to be coming from the hole in reality where the house was, voices that want you to come in. And the closer you get, the more convincing they sound...]

(OOC: If you're going into a house, please put which one in the header: 501, House #1, House #2. Please note that attempting to enter 501 will highly likely result in serious injury or death. Probably death, let's be honest.)

In front of house #3

[42_passes]

[Crona stands in front of the crack that has consumed house #3, just staring openly. The kid takes one step towards it, and then clasps those hands to the sides of that motley mop of hair.

Crona hasn't eaten, hasn't drank anything...and certainly hasn't slept. It all just appears to be the same old madness...except amplified.]

Stop it...stop it stop it STOP IT!

[As much as Crona tries...it seems there is trouble in resisting the call of those voices.]

CHURCH

[mayfield_mods]

[Compared to the rest of the immediate area, the church actually seems to be in fairly good shape. There's a distinct lack of blood or death here, and the drones seem to be avoiding it. If you were looking for a safe place to stay, this might be it.

So just ignore the fact that the hairs on the back of your neck are tingling when you walk inside.]

[crazyclownwoman]

[Harley walks into the church, it seems like the safest place right now all things considered. Maybe she could find a book to eat or something....

She stops briefly wondering why she suddenly feels on edge....well more then usual.]

....hello?

FOOD

[theboywiththebook]

[Henry has copied Lucas's idea about putting up a sign. He's written on some paper he has that says 'FOOD'. He has enough to last another week, but people are getting hungry and thirsty. The only food supply were the rats and the water was making people sick.

Henry for the most part has been okay. Since he prepared himself enough so he could last a couple of weeks. But seeing as this place is beginning to fall to pieces, it may not be long before they find a crack they can escape through.]

Re: FOOD

[charming_freckles]

Henry? Henry!

[Have Sue and Puffy charging towards you excitedly. They look... well, tired, but no worse for wear really.]