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

[silpheed]

[and what matters most is their happiness right...]

It truly is. I only hope such a thing can make sense in this place; if it applies as accurately anywhere else, that would simply be frightening.

Unfortunate enough to be a tragedy, but everything here seems akin to a bad play.

[encored]

[naturally!! center of the world etc]

I'd shudder to think of an entire world running on the principles this town seems to run on. [shakes his head...]

Let us hope the bad play remains quarantined, then. If nothing else, I would enjoy being able to leave this place and deal with one that's slightly less moronic.

[silpheed]

[now if only everyone else could see it the same way]

Indeed. I never thought I would think of my home world as a bearable place, but after coming to here I realize how mistaken I truly was. As insufferable as it, that place is a blessing compared to Mayfield.

[encored]

Hm. [not quite full agreement, but he doesn't really feel like delving into the topic right now. carnivals are surprisingly not great springboards for discussion, who would have guessed!] It's been a bit of a learning experience, I suppose. ...Or an exercise in futility, I feel like either could apply depending on the particular situation.

[a beat] Speaking of exercises in futility, I do have a meeting with someone shortly that I should be preparing to attend.

[silpheed]

[clearly this is a mtter that should be discussed over tea... then again what shouldn't be discussed over tea that's the real question] Oh? I hope I am not keeping you, but if it is yet another exercise in futility, I must wonder what sort of meeting it even is.

[encored]

[the answer is nothing. everything should be discussed over tea

literally everything. but yep standing up and dusting his shirt off now, gesturing in the general direction of the rest of the houses.]

Killing a bit of spare time, attempting to lower the level of boredom; take your pick. I haven't personally had a look around any of the houses yet, and it's something to do.

[silpheed]

I see. I hope you find something there that will lessen the boredom here, but truthfully I have doubts that is even possible at this point. [she gives a small nod of her head or whatever the fancy people way of waving someone off is] Until next time.

[encored]

I have my doubts as well, but I don't feel like sitting around this place either. I do hope you manage to find something to fill your time soon. [especially when there are dead people inside! he doesn't really want to hang around Cain's decapitated corpse, it's a little unsettling...

he'd return the Fancy People Parting Gesture™ if he'd seen it, but she just gets an average raised hand instead as he ambles off the stoop to go on great and horrible adventures. HAVE FUN WITH THE BODIES.]