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]

Ah... I think I'll pass for now. I'm not even really sure if they're actually living things. Not that it makes much of a difference.

How have you been doing? Have you been hurt at all?

[ukelelenogood]

Honestly?

Been pretty great! I was getting boooooored as hell waiting for something to happen in this dump again! Bout time we had a carnival here too even if the cuisine on this side is kinda lacking.

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas's eyes only widen slightly before he nods a little. ...Actually he wasn't too surprised.]

It's always a little... I guess, exciting, to be able to have a chance to find out more about the town. Most of the time, we can't do anything, so something like this is almost an opportunity.

Still... Be careful, Miss Haruko.

[ukelelenogood]

Yeah. I'll get on that when you do.

[a_gentle_boy]

[guilty stare]

I... I have.

But I have to try to make sure that no one's hurt badly enough that they die.

[ukelelenogood]

Oh that's cool then.

Try not to work yourself TOO far to death, okay?

[a_gentle_boy]

...Thanks. I'll be fine. It's pretty hard to kill me off for good when my PSI is working.

[ukelelenogood]

Oh! So you can use your power without any wear and tear and don't need to rest or nothing?

Damn. That's pretty nifty I gotta admit.

[a_gentle_boy]

No... But I make sure to get enough rest, too. I can't help anyone if I run out of energy, after all.

[ukelelenogood]

Mmhm.

You drank anything in the last few days?

[a_gentle_boy]

I had a bottle of water.

[A bottle. He should have brought more.]

And... the water here is... drinkable, even if it's a little gross.

[And only because he's used enough healing on himself that the side-effects were cured as an unseen consequence.]