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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.
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I can understand your wanting to try communicating, it's just hard for most people to listen when anything Mayfield has in stock for us usually tends to harm us. You know this too, so I won't try to dissuade you if you're really determined, but stay on your guard and please be careful, okay? Be ready to act if they do try attacking again without explanation. You may be able to heal, but that's no excuse to be reckless, and we all have our limits.
She isn't trying to lecture, honest...]
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That's why it's even more important that someone does try to talk to them. If they have any thoughts and emotions at all... why wouldn't they hurt us if we don't give them a reason to do otherwise? If we just attack on sight, then...
I mean with things like the hazmats that are obviously just monsters, it's pointless, but if it's at all human, I have to try. Look at the drones - What if there are more like Jane, but we just wrote them off as being mindless?
It doesn't matter if I get hurt, even. I know that sounds bad, but death doesn't last here. Making a connection with someone does. And that's more important than trying to avoid pain.
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In a good way. He really is astoundingly aware despite how old he looks, and that's... Both refreshing and very saddening to note, truth to be told. But sometimes, one really has no control over how fast they grow up and mature...
She lowers her head for a bit after he's done. His logic is true. Not because it ought to be something acceptable, but because that's how things truly work here, thanks to Mayfield altering the natural order of life and death. Swallowing a sigh, she'll get on scribbling the following:
I understand. Just that there will be people here waiting for you to come back, as well as back in the actual Mayfield that everyone else must still be in. You can't very well help others if you don't look after yourself. I know you have good judgment, so know when to draw the line. Would that be reasonable to ask of you, Lucas?
There will be a few pauses between the movement of her pen, but the end message is simple. She's already written it out before. ..."Be careful", is all.]
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...Thanks.
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After that though, she'll pull away to chip in one last note:
I'm still serious when I say to not overwork yourself, though! Please let me know if you'd like to rest or need to step out, okay? I can here heal too, whenever you're unavailable.
As if she's not going to mosey around anyway to pick out the injured who hasn't come to this booth... But it sounds better if you ask, right?]
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I will. I'm probably not going to wander around too much today, so I'll be right here the whole time. You don't have to worry about me.