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.

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[thepurpleway]

[Once Gakupo wakes up, he finds that there's something in his mouth. He pulls it out, and finds a tie slightly covered in saliva. His saliva. There isn't much there if only because there isn't much water left in his body.]

This looks familiar...

[roadrolling]

[and there's someone made of metal sitting down next to you]

♪ Yeah, 'cause it's mine.

You were gonna dry yourself out in your sleep like that, stupid samurai.

[thepurpleway]

[It must be nice to be made of metal...]

Oh... [Hands it back to him. Slobber and all.]

I can't control what I do in my sleep!

[roadrolling]

♪ Suck the spit out first. You need all the water you can get.

[rummaging through his pockets]

♪ And when you're done with that, I got you this.

[sets down a juicebox next to Gakupo]

[thepurpleway]

What?! I don't want it!

[At the site of the juice box, Gakupo drops the tie onto his lap and stares happily at the greatest thing humans have ever made. Besides them.]

Holy Motherboard...where did you get this?!

[roadrolling]

♪ Geez, don't be a baby! It's your own spit anyway.

Ah, there was a kid who had food. I asked if he had anything to drink and he gave me that. You better drink it, Gumi'll yank my speakers out if I let you die.

[thepurpleway]

I am not being a baby! [Who wants to drink spit that came from some dirty tie?!] When was the last time you cleaned this?

Gumi wouldn't do that! She'd do something worse. [He picks up the juicebox, salivating. HE CAN ALREADY TASTE THE JUICE. Painstakingly slow, after ripping the straw out of the wrapped, Gakupo carefully pokes the straw into the foil covered hole, making sure to not waste a drop. It slides in smoothly, and with a hesitant look, he takes that glorious sip.

Oh yeah, that's the stuff.]

It's so delicious! [Holding back tears of joy!]

[roadrolling]

♪ Fine, whatever! And my tie's totally clean.

[yanking it out of your lap anyway. YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE 8|

his expression does soften a little, though, when Gakupo starts drinking]

♪ Hopefully that'll keep you going a little longer.

[thepurpleway]

[Enjoy your droll covered tie, cousin bro.]

I hope so, too. [It may give him a tummy ache due to the acidity and not having eaten anything else, but he won't feel as sluggish as before. He does smile in appreciation.] Thank you, Len.

[roadrolling]

♪ Yeah, yeah. Just don't die, okay?

[thepurpleway]

That might be a little easier to manage. [Chuckles softly before turning a bit serious after another sip. Savoring this!]

How is that boy doing, do you know?

[roadrolling]

♪ He seemed to be doing okay. I mean, he was sitting there with a big sign that said "FOOD". He must've been doing alright if he had enough to give away.

[thepurpleway]

...he has food?!

[roadrolling]

♪ Yeah, that's what I said.

[thepurpleway]

It's not rats, is it?

[roadrolling]

♪ ... I dunno? Didn't check, I figured you needed a drink before food.

[thepurpleway]

Yes, you're probably right.