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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[godcomplexed]

[The Doctor is back in the water. But this time he's not exploring or causing any trouble at all. Most peculiar. He's just wading in the water, occasionally splashing his hands into the water.

If one gets closer, it's easier to see why. He's covered in blood from head to toe. He doesn't appear to be injured so perhaps the blood is not his own...]

OKAY I AM HERE adsfjdl ;A;

[soveryhuman]

[ Ohhhh oh, no, Rory doesn't like this at all. Doctor's blood or not, he has exactly no intentions of letting the wading and splashing continue. ]

Doctor!

[godcomplexed]

Rory...?

[The Doctor pauses, his hands in the water as blood slowly mixes with the water as it recedes from his skin.]

[soveryhuman]

Yeah, it's me. [ Come on man, get with it. ] What are you doing in there?

[ Just gonna sort of bend down at the edge of the water. ] Come on, I'll help you out.

[godcomplexed]

Probably not the best idea.

[A weak attempt at a grin. It's more like a grimace]

Sort of messy right now.

[soveryhuman]

I think I can handle it. It can't be safe standing in there. [ Not that he is incredibly concerned or anything, where would you get that idea. ]

[godcomplexed]

[Shivers, but doesn't make any movement towards Rory.]

I'll be finished soon.

[The idea of walking around covered in blood makes him ill. Too many questions and too many memories.]

[soveryhuman]

Finished with what?

[godcomplexed]

Oh, I don't know. Perhaps cleaning all the blood out of my ears and everywhere else it's found itself on me. Perhaps you've noticed that I'm covered in it.

[soveryhuman]

Funny enough, I did notice that. I was thinking we'd look for a better way of getting you cleaned up. [ Before Amy sees you. ]

[godcomplexed]

There's no water anywhere else. Believe me, this wasn't my first choice to go bathing in.

[soveryhuman]

I'd hope not.

[godcomplexed]

It's freezing. I'm going to catch ammonia. ...Pneumonia. Whatever it is.

[soveryhuman]

Pneumonia, yeah. You might. Be nice if you didn't risk it, you know.

[godcomplexed]

...Give me your jacket then.

[Outstretching his hand like a demanding child.]

[soveryhuman]

You can have it when you're out of the water. [ Because actually that is a really good plan he'll be going through with. ] I don't think getting a jacket wet and wearing it around is the best plan to stay warm.

[godcomplexed]

[scowls but scrambles up the side of the stream, leaving a nice big puddle in his wake.]

[soveryhuman]

[ ...eh, that's success enough for him. ]

Thank you. [ Now take the jacket before you turn into a Timesicle or some ridiculous thing like that. ]