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.

Comments

House #1

[suicidoll]

(When she's not coughing repeatedly, Kreutzer can be seen looking over a particular woman. Ever since a certain unplanned event, Chell has been unconscious and hasn't woken up since. She'll occasionally look outside to face house 501, but at the moment, Chell was taking priority. Kreutzer and her flying dolls decided to station themselves here for a while; if they were to go back there, it would have to be after she worked up the nerve to do so.)

[hairflyingheartpounding]

[It's an odd sight Rapunzel walks into when she enters the house, and she just stares for a moment before speaking up.]

What happened to her?

[suicidoll]

(Kreutzer looks over at the girl, alternating between her and Chell before staying focused on Rapunzel.)

We went into 501. She drank from her water bottle and fell unconscious; she hasn't woken up since.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Oh no... The poor thing. Was it water from this place, or back in Mayfield?

[suicidoll]

I assume she brought it with her, but...I think this place tampered with it. I don't know what they did, but at the very least, it's not fatal. I just...I'm not sure how long she'll be this way.

(She looks over at Chell once again. She was still alive at least, but for how much longer...?)

[hairflyingheartpounding]

This place is just... Impossible. [She sighs.] Do you want some help looking after her?

[suicidoll]

I would appreciate that greatly, thank you.

(Might as well go through with introductions; she seemed like a nice girl.)

My name is Kreutzer. She's Chell.