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

[spitefulvitae]

[She was staring, and standing there, wringing her hands as though she was trying to make an agonizing decision. Then, suddenly, she inhales sharply.

And then she turns to stare at Hol with horrible, sunken, inhuman eyes.]

...you.

[emperor_cowboy]

[He studied her face carefully... trying to figure out why and how she had healed the other day. That way she was looking at him, and how quickly she departed...]

H-hey...

[spitefulvitae]

[Is this at all familiar, Hol? Is this something you recognize? A not-quite-human humanoid advancing on you, looking hungry?]

Hol. Come here, Hol. Please, come here...

[She's absolutely famished and it's making her quite mad.]

[emperor_cowboy]

[The look seemed familiar... distant, like a memory long forgotten. Not knowing any better, he slowly advanced. His leg giving him a bit of trouble, but during this... he watched her body actions. Something was off.]

Are... are ya alright?...

[spitefulvitae]

No... no, I'm not, Hol. [Her voice is soft and sing-song. Not very demanding or very aggressive.]

But I will be. If you just...

[And then it's as though a switch has been flipped, and she's lunging for him, diving for exposed skin and her fangs seeking his veins. She'll take an arm, if not a neck.]

[emperor_cowboy]

If I just...?

[Poor guy wasn't expecting that at all. He brought up an arm in defense and was rather shocked at the fact she was trying to... -bite- him.]

[spitefulvitae]

[Hey! An arm!

She is totally trying to nom on it. Maybe she'll even pierce fabric and hit a vein!]

[emperor_cowboy]

[He tried to shake her off, but didn't want to really outright hit her either.]

What... are you DOING?

[spitefulvitae]

[After a bit of unsuccessful attempts at nomming, she pulls her mouth back, shakes her head, and has a modicum of sense come back to her.]

What do you think I'm doing?!

[...and then she's tugging at his arm in an effort to... well, it seems like she wants to try and put him in a hold, but she hasn't got nearly the kind of strength necessary for it...]

[emperor_cowboy]

[The best part of this struggle is... he hardly has the strength himself to simply run away. He could try, but with his slightly bum leg, it would only end up in him having a quick meeting with the ground.

So he does the next best thing and attempts to back up, because -THAT- would work...]

[spitefulvitae]

[This may well be the least impressive fight either of them have been involved with. And for Natalie, that's saying something. She's a master of ineffective tussling.

As he backs up, she winds up stagger-stumbling along with him, still clutching his arm for dear life.]

Waa-aah!