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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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.]

[virtualdiva]

[yeah well YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE]

I-I think so.

[thepurpleway]

Where did it all come from...

[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. ]

[thepurpleway]

[He knows it's rude to stare, but...she looks scary.

Backing away now...

He kicks an empty soda bottle behind him OOPS.]

[jumpsinline]

[ Oh and the ex-zombie should definitely be a scary sight!

Right until she hears that sound and turns to face it with a genuine look of confusion. ] Huh? What'd you do?

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[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.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

I don't understand it.

[Rapunzel was nearby and overheard Panty. A stranger to her, yes, but they're all together in this mess, aren't they?]

I mean, what's the point of any of this?

[likes2havesex]

What's the point of anything this shit hole does?

[I mean, if we're going to ask why about this why not ask why about any of it? So far this town has put her through killing on command and a vigina full of teeth. Not to mention the occasional droning. Certainly being trapped in a crappy carnival with no food is the least awful it's ever been?]

I just wanted some god dammed food.

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[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!

[virtualdiva]

[How nervous is Miku? She's down to one leek and a half, that's how nervous she is. Not only that, but she didn't have the foresight to bring water, so she's running the risk of overheating if she doesn't rest up soon. Plus, there's all this blood around, which doesn't really help her mental state.

But seeing someone starving? Well, she's played one or two roles before this where she was on the brink of starvation, so it's only a moment's hesitation before she snaps her whole leek in half and hands the other one to Once-ler.]

Eat. [She's tired enough that her voice sounds a little snappish, though still synthesized.] I'll be fine.

[truffulacide]

[Miku's voice jolts him out of his stupor, and once again all of that bottled up frustration is put on hold. he's tense enough to expect a fight but, when he turns on his heel, there's no one around. just that girl and one of her weird vegetables - and gosh, what does it say about his current state of mind where even that thing looks delicious - and...oh.

is she serious? is she really? he doesn't know if he should be flattered or guilty. in the end, it's the latter that wins out.]

It's okay. [he shakes his head.] I'm not...that bad. Save it for someone who is.

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[theboywiththebook]

[Henry has come by the Once-ler, obviously looking at all the scattered food on the ground. It does look tempting, but it's all bad. The boy watches from afar looking towards the Once-ler, wondering what the man plans on doing. He's not going to eat this stuff is he? There's blood everywhere and even on the food. It's still gross but he's not surprised people want this stuff.

Then, he see's Once-ler yelling at the unfairness of the situation. Frowning, the boy approaches Once-ler, and is holding out a bagged sandwiched and a juice box. It looks a bit stale but it's still better than nothing.]

Here, eat.

Re: FOOD STAND

[truffulacide]

[give him some credit - he's starving but he's not that desperate. he has his pride; that's good enough. he'd have to run those burgers through a washing machine to get all of the blood off anyhow, and by then no one's gonna want them. note to self: jot up blueprints for an automatic burger-ma-cleanifier if you get out of this alive.

he sees Henry approaching out of the corner of his eye, but more than that, he sees the sandwich and the juice box. he can feel his throat going dry just looking at them.]

Oh, Henry, don't. You need it more.

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.]

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[ukelelenogood]

[Hey Natalie. Guess who is just watching you from a little bit away before coming up.]

Hey.

What's up buttercup?

[How she is just maintaining her mood is anyone's guess.]

[spitefulvitae]

[Natalie's head snaps about the moment she hears Haruko's voice. And she stares. And stares. And tilts her head the slightest bit, and widens her eyes more, and staaaaares.]

Oh.

[No, that's not a proper answer, she knows this.]

[emperor_cowboy]

[He was on his way to investigate the food stand once again... and simply stared at it. Maybe if he was at one hundred percent health, he would react differently... as it was, all he could do was shrug.

... and watch the other in curiosity.]

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[chalicejoker]

[Well, that's...different. Hajime is remarkably unaffected by the sight of all the blood; it's hard to get worked up over too much of it when the town has decided you're a butcher and your own blood is green.

He does, however, notice Natalie and her reaction to all the blood. He's got a pretty good idea of what the problem might be as he quietly approaches.]

...do you need to get out of here?

[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.]

[mayfield_mods]

[Rapunzel may or may not notice, but a short distance away from where she's standing, one of the groups of distorted drone families that was only moments ago admiring the carnival has suddenly stopped speaking or moving. Their mismatched eyes (in the case of those who have them) are locked on her.]

[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?

[mayfield_mods]

[Abruptly, a hand rises out of the blood- as if it were a deep pool rather than a coating. The hand is flailing wildly, and is soon joined by a second, scrabbling at the edges of "land" desperately.]

[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. ]