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

[doesnotgetit]

[Hakuno stumbles past the doors of the church, practically falling onto the pews in the nearest row. All of this is starting to take its toll on her; while the cooked rat meat is fine - disgusting, but fine - her choice to boil water when not in contact with those who know how to filter the rat blood was definitely a bad one.

Her symptoms aren't as harsh as they would be if she had just drank the water straight, but she's still feeling some effects. She's dizzy, and her head feels like it's being split open... those things are enough to distract her, to make her unaware of the strange uneasiness in the air. If she can just sleep this sickness off, she'll be okay...]

[lettertomyfutureself]

Hey...

-She wasn't alone. Or, at least, someone among the tired, huddled masses knew her.-

I was told to find you... by your friends. Over the phone.

[doesnotgetit]

[Hakuno's head raises a bit when Heather approaches, and she practically jumps up, wincing at the sudden thundering pain in her head.]

Friends... you mean Rin and Yuna? If you talked to them over the phone, does that mean they're still in Mayfield? Are they okay?

[lettertomyfutureself]

Yuna... the other girl from the zombie sleepover.

[doesnotgetit]

[So nothing from Rin yet... Hakuno can't help but worry.]

Ah... is everything okay? Nothing crazy is going on back in Mayfield, is it?

[lettertomyfutureself]

Nothing of note... They can't find us.

[doesnotgetit]

Well, that sure isn't good news. [She groans.] Guess that means we'll have to work on finding a way out from this end.