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Mayfield Mods ([personal profile] mayfield_mods) wrote in [community profile] welcome_rpg2012-07-05 12:36 am
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welcome to mayfield: day 4

[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.
truffulacide: (my daddy spent 10 years on the outside)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-05 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[he knows who you are. it'd be pretty hard to forget about the kid who saved his life.

if Lucas is astute, he'll hear the distinct sound of Once-ler's footsteps against the stairs early enough. he moves quietly, scarcely making a sound until he moves to plop down beside the boy, stretching his gangly legs out on the marble in front of him.

old blood still soaks one of his pant legs. he balances his axe on top of his knees, flinching slightly when it rubs against his injured one.]

a_gentle_boy: (Embarrassment)

[personal profile] a_gentle_boy 2012-07-05 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[The best way to conserve his energy was to doze off, as far as he was concerned. Still, Lucas wasn't completely at ease here - there was always the danger of more... clown creatures popping up out of the blue, and so it is that he hears the footsteps the moment they land on the stairs.

He'll jerk slightly to full attention; the man, of course, is familiar to him as well.]


[Lucas scootches over a little to the side.]

Have you run into any more trouble?
truffulacide: (on the outside looking in)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-05 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
[he shakes his head.] What about you?
a_gentle_boy: (Mesmerized)

[personal profile] a_gentle_boy 2012-07-05 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[a brief pause.

Swarms of killer clown children in the funhouse, killer clown with barbed wire at the games stands.]

Just a little. Nothing yesterday, though. ...I just needed a little rest to get my energy back.
truffulacide: (✿ i've been a fool and i've been blind)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-06 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[a nod.] Makes sense. I've wondered how people are able to use magic so often without it taking a strain on them. I guess they really do get tired, eventually.

[just like everyone else. he doesn't know if that's comforting or not.]

Is there anything I can do? [he says that tentatively and with an air of shyness, like he's genuinely curious but afraid of a negative answer nonetheless.]
a_gentle_boy: (Conversation)

[personal profile] a_gentle_boy 2012-07-07 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
...I'm not sure about magic and other things, but it's mostly just a strain up here. [Lucas touches the side of his head briefly.] When I've drained myself, it's a little like... staying up all night to study for a test. I don't really feel too bad until I get really low or if I've only used a little - like you can stay up one night and still be able to take your test - but I have to sleep it off eventually.

There are certain special kinds of food that help, but I don't have any on me.

[Lucas will observe the Once-ler's hesitance and come to the conclusion that he wants to try to make it up to him somehow.]

Ah... [not really] You can talk to me! I've slept too much; I should try and be more alert now, I think. Psychic powers probably work better that way.