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

[lets_stay_together]

[Oh no, not again. The last little boy she saw go up there fell.]

Umm, excuse me. You shouldn't go near that. It's dangerous!

[1_truth]

[ He looks around to see if it's him she's talking too and upon realizing it is he just shrugs. ]

I probably won't. I can't trust Mayfield not to make part of it disappear.

[lets_stay_together]

I've already seen that happen to someone...

I don't really thing there's anything up there anyway. All he could see was fog.

[1_truth]

Mmm..

[ He appears to be thinking it over. ]

I can't say I'm surprised.

[lets_stay_together]

We never did finish searching the all the seats though....

But I guess there probably wasn't anything to find anyway.

[1_truth]

I don't think there'd be anything important there-just the tape recorder.

[lets_stay_together]

Tape recorder? Why would there be a tape recorder on a Ferris wheel

[1_truth]

To record messages. Messages that possibly can be sent back to the original Mayfield we're all familiar with.

[lets_stay_together]

They're going to send our messages back to the town? Why would they do that?

[1_truth]

[ He has some suspicion buuut.. ]

I don't know. But that's just what I think.

[lets_stay_together]

.................

I hope they did. The people in town must be so worried about us by now. At least if they got messages they'd know we didn't all just disappear.

[1_truth]

I'm sure they're not too worried.

[ Even though Conan is 97% sure this whole thing is a trap and they're all in horrible danger. ]

They probably have enough to worry about just being back in the normal version of Mayfield.

[lets_stay_together]

.........

I've been thinking...

Since we got here through the funhouse, maybe we can get back through the funhouse too.

[1_truth]

I tried that on the first day I was here. It didn't work.