day 5

[mayfield_mods]

[The fifth day doesn't dawn at all. In fact, the sky simply isn't there anymore; the only thing visible if you look up is pure black nothing. Most of the carnival itself is no longer visible, having been blanketed by thick white fog; any attempt to enter said fog will result in your body rapidly disintegrating. The street at least still seems to be intact, but with no way out and the fog slowly creeping in, who knows how long that'll last?

Luckily, it seems like the cavalry has finally arrived.]

(OOC: This marks the last day of the event! Anyone who has won a prize from Mayfield's carnival will be able to access both Mayfield and this area through the funhouse, and will be able to take one person with them on each trip they make. If your character is not rescued by the end of the day, they will be disintegrated by the fog and will wake up the next morning in Mayfield with the standard revival effects. You are free to comment in this post regardless of whether your character signed up for the event.)

Comments

[technologic]

[Welp, this sucked.

But at least one of the houses is intact... well, somewhat intact. So April will start having a snoop around here, to see if she can find anything before this place self-implodes or something.]

[spitefulvitae]

[Well. So much for being able to shelter herself in one of the houses during the day. Her one secure spot is gone, and... well, she's gotten a bit incurious, after how terrible the town has tended to be, but that one remaining house may have something worth seeing. Or huddling in.

In she goes, plank in hand, ready to bludgeon the shit out of anything that dares give her trouble. Instead... there's someone already there? She eyes April up and down.]

Find anything?

[technologic]

[She turns towards the voice, watching the other woman for a moment before shaking her head.]

Nothing yet. I'm gonna keep looking though.

[mayfield_mods]

[There seems to be a scrap of paper poking out from underneath one of the loose floorboards.]

[technologic]

[Well, there's something. April narrows her eyes at it when she spots it, before crouching down to pull it out from underneath the floorboard.]

[mayfield_mods]

[It seems to be an old newspaper.]

[technologic]

[... What.

What.

April just stares at the newspaper, her expression slowly turning nauseous.] ... I'm... not sure if this is bullshit or not.

[spitefulvitae]

Good idea. Who knows what...

[Oh. And the woman has found something already? She moves in and peers over April's shoulder to see what it is.

Her eyes go very wide. And then they narrow.]

Oh for fuck's sake, that's ridiculous...

[technologic]

Ridiculous but gross. [She shudders, looking over the article again.]

... But really, alien eggs? It's not like I needed another reason to avoid the milk here.

[spitefulvitae]

As if all the other things apparently in the milk weren't enough...

[She lets out a huff of disgust, and then moves away, checking through the rest of the room.]

[technologic]

Yep... It's a good thing I avoided the milk ever since I got brought here...

[April folds up the article and places it in her coat pocket, before exploring the rest of the room too.]

[spitefulvitae]

I got the warning on the first day! Lucky me.

[If the front room wasn't revealing anything, she'd pop a head into the kitchen to see what was happening there.]

[technologic]

Same here. 'Don't drink the milk' was the one of the first things I was told.

[April blinks over at the other woman.]

... Found anything?

[spitefulvitae]

It's a helpful warning. I'd have likely drank some of it, if no one had told me...

[Nothing in the fridge, nothing in the oven, nothing apparently in the cupboards...]

No. Not that I can tell.