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

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas rouses himself enough to shake his head. His expression is weary, but he seems to be at ease.]

Thanks, miss. But it's alright - Please, save it for someone who's really bad off. I'm sure there are a lot of people who've been hurt.

[willbeurprincess]

But--[She kneels beside him and holds out the water at least. It's just half full though] You look like you need it as much as anyone.

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas will instantly assume an expression of the utmost blitheness.]

Really? I'm completely fine, though! I've gotten a lot of rest, and I've barely been hurt...

[He'll take the cup of water and hold it in his hand.]

Ah, how much of this do you have left?

[willbeurprincess]

Oh--don't sweetheart. I've been smiling for days, I know how tiring it can be. Just have a drink alright? [She smiles and ruffles his hair] It doesn't matter, just take a drink. I've a friend who still has a little more if I really need it.

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas glances down at the water a little doubtfully.]

Are you really sure, miss? I just finished up my water bottle, so... I won't be too thirsty again for a little while.