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.)

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[gezellig]

[Holland, at this point, is feeling pretty awful. He'd had to drink the water - it wasn't as if he could taste it thanks to the hazmat's gas - and it left him feverish and sick for most of the previous day. That combined with the injury on his leg had left him too weak to do much until this morning. Still feeling terrible, he'd simply dragged himself out of the church into what looks like a nightmare, with the mist and the ruined town and carnival around him.

Still, as bad as he felt, he'd really had worse in his long history as a nation.

Frustrated by not being able to explore the funhouse like he'd wanted to before Ciel and Charles stopped him, and at a loss for what to do now, he'll head for the only place he hadn't visited yet - and is surprised to see he can open the door to the house without any trouble.

That doesn't mean his revolver isn't in his hand as he limps inside, though.]

[mayfield_mods]

[The entire house smells like blood, which could be explained by the liquid that's all over the floor...until closer inspection reveals that it's milk.]

[gezellig]

[The squash of the milk under his feet as he walks just irritates him. But for now, he's going to ignore it, keeping calm as he opens each door.]

[mayfield_mods]

[The milk starts taking on a more reddish hue the further he gets into the house, until he's standing in dark red blood in the kitchen.

On the stove, soaked in milk, is an old newspaper.]

[gezellig]

501 Ricardo. . .

[That just makes no sense. None of it seems to matter, but Holland will tuck the disgusting newspaper into his pocket. Then he'll keep walking towards the direction where the milk gets more red.]