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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[mayfield_mods]

[abruptly, the shrieks cease, and there is only one voice coming from the tunnel: a low moan, as if someone's in pain.]

[shadow_possession]

[the Immortal laughs and looks towards where he thinks he hears the sound.]

What game do you have for me now Mayfield?

[mayfield_mods]

[there is no answer, only continued groans. on continued listening, the voice is definitely a young man's.]

[shadow_possession]

[Dainn struggles to stand as well as he can, listening. he wondered if it was the same man he heard over the phone.]

It seems I'm not the only one in pain today. What is hurting you, I wonder...

[mayfield_mods]

[no answer, save for:]

...help...

[shadow_possession]

[it hurts his body to do so, but Dainn forces himself forward towards the voice. the Immortal wasn't sure why. maybe the pain outweighted his commen sense.]

Help with what? You'll have to tell me.

[mayfield_mods]

Help...

[The voice doesn't answer, save for a repetition of the plea. It sounds vaguely familiar.]

[shadow_possession]

[it does and Dainn has to wonder if he's just hearing things from feeling true, non-solar related pain. either way, he's still trying to find the source.]

I'm coming...

[mayfield_mods]

[There is a hunched-over figure in the near distance. As Dainn approaches, it begins to sob.]

[shadow_possession]

[there's a moment of silence while Dainn tries to keep his balance before he comes closer.]

Something upset you?

[mayfield_mods]

[the figure turns. his face is an exact mirror of Dainn's- save for the fact that where his eyes should be, there are instead two bleeding sockets.

the creature grins sickeningly, and then lunges at him.]

[shadow_possession]

[well, that was unexpected! Dainn only manages to get out a startled yelp before trying to move out of the way. but given that he's injured, the Immortal might be slower than usual.]

[mayfield_mods]

[the mimic catches Dainn by the waist and tackles him to the ground, straddling his stomach. it immediately begins clawing at his eyes, gibbering insanely as it does so.]

[shadow_possession]

[the pain of being tackled and, of course, having his eyes clawed at hurt - almost throwing him for a loop because Dainn was still not used to physical pain.

that said, the Immortal isn't going down without a fight. with his good hand, Dainn tries clawing back and if the mimic's hands get anywhere near his mouth the vampire will bite down. fangs did come in handy for more than just blood sucking.]