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welcome_rpg2012-07-05 12:36 am
mayfield_mods) wrote in welcome_rpg2012-07-05 12:36 am
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welcome to mayfield: day 4
[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.
Re: : D
Well. It could have been worse, I suppose.
[Examines closely.]
No open wounds, so infection's unlikely.
[He fishes in his pockets and finds yet another little supply of medications.]
Only aspirin, I'm afraid. I'm still trying to get back all my skills in Mayfield. I have some more potent painkillers, but none are half as efficient at reducing swelling.
You'll have to take them dry.
Has anyone found anything better than rat juice to drink? Or set up a distillery so we can have fresh water? That's got to be next on the list, if we remain here for much longer.
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I... I can't get myself t' eat... rat... but I'm thinkin' I'm not gonna have much of a choice...
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This is a variation on Mayfield. Distillation may not work. Those who create this place do not pay attention to artistic unity, they just slap whatever obnoxious bit of torment they like in place. Reality is substantially better run.
But there's at least a chance the powers behind Mayfield have respected the grand design of Science(!).
[That last word is said with a bit of fancy-font and a silent but implied exclamation point. Science(!) is rather a big thing where Tarvek comes from.]
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[He blinks and suddenly starts trying to sit up.]
Wait... That 501 house, th' one that keeps doing th' most damage t' others... I wanted t' try it earlier but decided against it...
[Well, he's succeeded in sitting, but that's as far as he can manage for now.]
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Explain, please.
[It's technically a request. But it's a request wearing brass knuckles and swinging a heavy chain in lazy loops.]
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Had some adventurous people go in... 'nd some didn't... come back out...
Some escaped... but if there's somethin' in there that we're not supposed t' see... I... had an idea...
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Yesssssss?
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[Oh dear, Stands... and their ability to break the laws of physics...]
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Actually, I think you might want to unpack that a lot. Explain?
[Brass knuckles. Swinging chain. If Tarvek's going to get himself killed he usually wants it to be something he made a reasonable effort to avoid.]
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Most of the others had fancy ones that resembled humans... mine's jes in th' form of a revolver... point is, I control the path of the bullets that the gun fires.
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Reeeaaaally?
[You almost lose him as he starts to fugue into Spark state, trying to figure out how to do that... But he's among the most controlled of his kind. He reins himself in.]
Interesting. And this will help us get in and survive, how?
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[He was interrupted by a coughing fit. Years of smoking does that.]
... t' put it mildly...
Oh, this is probably my last post tonight. It's getting late.
And you didn't predict growing old in a fog?
Or "falling?"
Or having your eyes stabbed?
[If he's going to trust his life to this talent, he wants to know more.]
How much can you see, how accurate is it, and how much lead time do you get?
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... if I have the Stand already summoned...
I can't always have it drawn out unless I'm prepared... as fer how much time I have to react...?
Once the bullets are out, the reaction time is... however fast bullets travel... guess I never bothered findin' that out...