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

Re: TUNNEL OF LOVE

[voiceofauthority]

[Hello tunnel my old friend. Jenny's come to see you once again. In fact, she's standing in front of it, just at the edge of the entrance and staring inside. She knows how stupid it would be to go in there again, but trying her best to listen shouldn't hurt.]

[technophiling]

[Estonia's just examining, too, distressed by the noises, worried by what he knows so far and what he doesn't know. This is disgustingly like Mayfield, really, and so he shouldn't be surprised. Maybe this isn't surprise anymore. Maybe this is just revulsion.

A shriek makes him cringe and look away, which is when he catches sight of someone else lingering there, and he'll give her a nod in greeting.]

I'm not sure listening is going to make us any more sane.

[voiceofauthority]

I'm already crazy. Just wanna know if there's anything they're going to tell us.

[technophiling]

Just... be careful not to go in, I guess.

[voiceofauthority]

I'm not planning on it.