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

[elevatoravatar]

[Elizabeth looks up at the fog and ponders for a while]

The mists do seem to be coming. Perhaps to see if the wheel works and spins.

[She pulls the lever to see if it indeed runs at all]

[mayfield_mods]

[It does indeed; the machine lurches to life and the wheel begins spinning, but occasionally stops and jerks as if malfunctioning.]

[elevatoravatar]

The fall looks... Painful but the fogs.

[She closes her eyes and nods before getting on the wheel to explore the fogs]

[mayfield_mods]

[Bad move, Elizabeth.

As soon as her seat passes into the fog, she will experience sharp pain, as well as an unbearable shifting sensation, as if her skin is crawling with ants. When it ceases, and her seat comes out of the fog, she will find that her arms and legs have somehow swapped places on her body.]