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

[emperor_cowboy]

It's hard t' explain what ya can't see... but my Stand's been with me fer as long as I can remember...

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.

[velesdonnersen]

[Oh, now that interests him!]

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?

[emperor_cowboy]

... I can see possible dangers before they happen...

[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.

[velesdonnersen]

[Hol is so lucky he's dealing with the Spark who loves Ilsa. Between one thing and another he's not going to laugh at that idea.]

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?

c:

[emperor_cowboy]

I... can only see these things...

... 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...