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Mayfield Mods ([personal profile] mayfield_mods) wrote in [community profile] 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.
truffulacide: (you look back darkly on the day)


[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-06 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[give him some credit - he's starving but he's not that desperate. he has his pride; that's good enough. he'd have to run those burgers through a washing machine to get all of the blood off anyhow, and by then no one's gonna want them. note to self: jot up blueprints for an automatic burger-ma-cleanifier if you get out of this alive.

he sees Henry approaching out of the corner of his eye, but more than that, he sees the sandwich and the juice box. he can feel his throat going dry just looking at them.]

Oh, Henry, don't. You need it more.
theboywiththebook: (I'm not crazy!)


[personal profile] theboywiththebook 2012-07-06 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Take them. I have enough food to keep going for another few days if I share.

[He's holding them out even more now, almost trying to shove them into Once-ler's hands.]
truffulacide: (a little sad but it's alright)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-06 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[it's tempting, the juice box more-so than the sandwich. his fingers tense, desperately wanting to grab that most of all, but he stops himself to give the boy a wary look.]

You're not just saying that, are you? I'm going to be upset if you are.

[he tries to sound snooty and authoritative, but it just comes out as plaintive. you wouldn't lie to me, would you?]
theboywiththebook: (it's coming)

[personal profile] theboywiththebook 2012-07-06 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not. I came in making sure I'd have enough to share.

[Also, don't try Once-ler. He knows that you like him.]