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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.
thepurpleway: (Gakupo: DO NOT WANT)

[personal profile] thepurpleway 2012-07-05 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[He just wanted to walk past it and see what became of the stand. This is what he gets for being curious.]

What is that--IS THAT BLOOD?! [Okay, stop using so much energy. Gakupo practically crawled here already.]
crazyclownwoman: (Costume: Wait he said what?)

[personal profile] crazyclownwoman 2012-07-05 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Harley walks into the church, it seems like the safest place right now all things considered. Maybe she could find a book to eat or something....

She stops briefly wondering why she suddenly feels on edge....well more then usual.]

a_gentle_boy: (Mesmerized)

Healing Booth: 1 rat tail / 10 HP

[personal profile] a_gentle_boy 2012-07-05 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[The majority of Day 3 had been spent sleeping off the wounds of Day 2. His psychic powers were mentally draining, after all, and while a magic cake or pudding or two would have fixed the problem nicely, there was precious little food to be found here. The amount of PSI he had exerted in that single day was just too much.

Lucas is ravenous when he awakes. He has a few cookies left in his food supply, but even those don't help very much.

...His hunger is forgotten the moment he steps out of the church and glances at the sky.

Twenty minutes later, those residents who had survived the perils of Westport and who remained alive up to this point may find a vaguely familiar sight: a sign etched on the ground announcing 'HEALING' and a blonde boy half-dozing on the steps of a church.]
thepurpleway: (Gakupo: Solemn)

[personal profile] thepurpleway 2012-07-05 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Sleeping in a corner somewhere, because you can't be hungry when you're asleep, right? Right?! Four days without much food or water. He doesn't know how much longer he can go on.

He's also drooling.]
Edited 2012-07-05 04:56 (UTC)
crazyclownwoman: (Costume: I don't like this plan)

[personal profile] crazyclownwoman 2012-07-05 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Sits down next to him.]

How are ya' feeling?
shadow_possession: (Frustrated)

[personal profile] shadow_possession 2012-07-05 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Dainn had, somehow, managed to drag himself inside this place. away from the sun, away from the blood he wasn't sure that he could drink without hurting himself. if the shadow had to be honested for once in his life, he was a little scared. the pain and injuries from jumping out of that house were too real for him. too solid when he could have just phased out if he was still himself.

so Dainn is here, listening to the noises and shrieks. it soothed him a little to hear those noises and the darkness was a comfort. but that was really it, wasn't it Mayfield? no true comfort. not his true home.]
a_gentle_boy: (Conversation)

[personal profile] a_gentle_boy 2012-07-05 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Lucas yawns a little as he becomes more alert.]

Mm... Hungry. Tired. Thirsty. Just like everyone else, probably. I'm out of fresh water and food.

Do you need any healing, Miss Harley?
jumpsinline: (Seeing red again)

[personal profile] jumpsinline 2012-07-05 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yoshika is... hungry. "Hungry" doesn't actually cover it. Thanks to her memories and experiences in Mayfield, she has rediscovered that she cannot, in fact, go for days without anything at all to eat. The earlier attempts to eat were unsatisfying, and she wasn't able to hunt all that well at night.

She is standing near the demolished food stand, her lone eye scans the drones walking around her. The left eye is just an empty socket with a matching exit wound scar on the back of her head, behind her left ear.

Yoshika is filthy, bruised, cut, missing the fingernails of a few fingers, and is more than just sizing the drones up... she is wondering how they taste.

Someone please stop her before she attacks one. ]
42_passes: (DYE IT JET BLACK)

In front of house #3

[personal profile] 42_passes 2012-07-05 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Crona stands in front of the crack that has consumed house #3, just staring openly. The kid takes one step towards it, and then clasps those hands to the sides of that motley mop of hair.

Crona hasn't eaten, hasn't drank anything...and certainly hasn't slept. It all just appears to be the same old madness...except amplified.]

Stop it...stop it stop it STOP IT!

[As much as Crona seems there is trouble in resisting the call of those voices.]
emperor_cowboy: (Hol - Side Glance)

[personal profile] emperor_cowboy 2012-07-05 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He was tired, injured, hungry, and barely aware of his surroundings at this point. The church had been safe before! No reason it shouldn't be now. Hol slowly made his way back and paused just before entering.]

... Something isn't right...
truffulacide: (❀ it's writing its name in the sky)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-05 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[and here's Once-ler, walking in barely minutes after she does with axe in tow. he stops with barely one foot in the door and looks at Harley, then back at the altar.]

Uh. Am I missing something here?
doesnotgetit: (Well shit)

[personal profile] doesnotgetit 2012-07-05 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Hakuno stumbles past the doors of the church, practically falling onto the pews in the nearest row. All of this is starting to take its toll on her; while the cooked rat meat is fine - disgusting, but fine - her choice to boil water when not in contact with those who know how to filter the rat blood was definitely a bad one.

Her symptoms aren't as harsh as they would be if she had just drank the water straight, but she's still feeling some effects. She's dizzy, and her head feels like it's being split open... those things are enough to distract her, to make her unaware of the strange uneasiness in the air. If she can just sleep this sickness off, she'll be okay...]
queen_of_swords: (sparkle)

In front of 501

[personal profile] queen_of_swords 2012-07-05 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Olivier stands outside the front door of the house, leaning on her sword which she's planted firmly in the ground. Despite looking looking weak, she still has an aura of command radiating from her.]

Trust me, you don't want to go in there.
truffulacide: (my daddy spent 10 years on the outside)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-05 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[he knows who you are. it'd be pretty hard to forget about the kid who saved his life.

if Lucas is astute, he'll hear the distinct sound of Once-ler's footsteps against the stairs early enough. he moves quietly, scarcely making a sound until he moves to plop down beside the boy, stretching his gangly legs out on the marble in front of him.

old blood still soaks one of his pant legs. he balances his axe on top of his knees, flinching slightly when it rubs against his injured one.]

emperor_cowboy: (Hol - Unamused.  Clearly.)

[personal profile] emperor_cowboy 2012-07-05 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Hol was unsteady on his feet, but he eventually made his way over to the house numbered 501.]

... Is that so?
queen_of_swords: (attention)

[personal profile] queen_of_swords 2012-07-05 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Olivier returns the church in the early hours of the morning, three dead rats slung over her shoulder. A shudder runs down her back as she enters the church, and she hesitates about going much further, but she knows there are people inside that need food.]

If you're not above eating rat. I'll be cooking these at house two. If you're incapacitated and need to stay here, let me know and I'll bring some back for you.
queen_of_swords: (nod)

[personal profile] queen_of_swords 2012-07-05 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. More than one person has suffered severe injuries. It looks like you've already gotten into your fare share of trouble. Are you okay?
thepurpleway: (Gakupo: *gulp*)

[personal profile] thepurpleway 2012-07-05 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[He knows it's rude to stare, but...she looks scary.

Backing away now...

He kicks an empty soda bottle behind him OOPS.]