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 #2

[ukelelenogood]

[Things are getting serious. Even Haruko can acknowledge that. And while it may only happen once in a blue moon she's quite capable of being serious.

The place is deteriorating but fast at this point. There's probably nothing any of the people here can do to stop that or prepare for what might happen at the end of all this, God knows what that end is or when it would get here. Within the week? She'd like to think that's a good guess but she realizes there's no guarantees for that. And she'll admit she's been lax in what she probably should have been doing all this time to the point where it may be too late to get anything out of investigating.

But better late than never she supposes. It's a saying she hates and Haruko hates to have to apply it to herself but here she goes.

She's curious about 501 but at the moment she got the feeling she should stay away. If that feeling persisted she would investigate anyway but she'd give it a day or two more. Right now she's going through House #2 and by the looks of things she is ransacking the place.

She isn't taking anything, but she is going through every cupboard, door, and closet she can find. It may look like a normal place but sometimes the best way to hide something was in plain sight. So it was worth a try.

Anyone who enters House #2 can find a woman just going through every nook and cranny to make sure it's bare.]

[captainofthe10th]

You.... won't..... find.... anything.... here. [ Says a familiar voice, from an unfamiliar angle. Garviel is crawling on the ground towards Haruko. ]

[ukelelenogood]

[That isn't very inspiring to see. Haruko looks at Garviel for a moment before moving over to him. She doesn't move to help him up, not yet.]

Jesus Christ. The hell happened to you?

[captainofthe10th]

Lost a leg exploring one of the houses. Insects chewed it off.

[ukelelenogood]

They got a hell of an infestation problem here. Someone should get on the phone, get some exterminators. Or I could be one. ...Man, how much do you think I could get doing extermination work on this scale?

[Did you think she was going to ask you how you were doing Garviel? No sorry. It's time to wonder how big a paradise this place could be for exterminators.]

[captainofthe10th]

Just help me up and I'll exterminate whatever needs to die, but the bugs in that house aren't.... visible. I think it is the town cheating us out of a fight again.

[ukelelenogood]

Dunno. You aren't looking like you're in fighting trim, big guy.

[But she'll be moving to help him up anyway. Not like she has anything to gain by just leaving him here. Yet.]

[captainofthe10th]

Please. Astartes have fought one legged if need be for 200 years. This just means I'm at a disadvantage in close. My bolter still kills from a distance as efficiently as it ever did. [ He seems grateful for the help up, careful not to put too much weight on her, however. ]

[ukelelenogood]

You know what you need right now?

A peg leg. Think it'll complete the package.

[For her part it doesn't seem like it takes much effort to hold you up Garviel. In fact it seems like she's almost holding back strength wise or that she doesn't want you to realize how physically powerful she can really be.

There's going to be a point where he realizes just how dangerous she can be when she wants to but she'd like to delay that as much as she can.]

[captainofthe10th]

Given that my armor is intact and can still bear some weight even with my leg missing within it, I think a peg would not be quite as effective as you are suggesting. [ Master of missing the point, or so it would seem. ]