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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[a_gentle_boy]

[Two houses and the funhouse. That was all that was left of this place. The prediction he had made to the stranger outside the Ferris wheel seemed to have come true. ...But he wasn't going to stick around and wait for death if he could help it.

He knew what lived inside the hall of mirrors. But it doesn't stop him from venturing in once again. ...Ten minutes of cautious exploration and a frantic dash home later, a boy mounted atop a galloping tea table smashes back through the other side of the rift and bursts back into the fog covered carnival.

The clip-clopping echoes eerily in the fog as Lucas accosts anyone he can find.]

Get on!

[There's no time to explain. He'll kidnap and drag people through if he has to, and that Strength stat of his is surprisingly high for a teenaged boy.

Hopefully, he doesn't get interrupted at any point during his impromptu shuttle service. He'd rather not fight those children again if he didn't need to.]

[crazyclownwoman]

[She's tired, hungry and thirsty. However being a Batman rouge, that's sadly not new. In fact as she doesn't have any broken limbs or bullets, she's doing pretty good. So she'll manage to leap onto the table.]

Where are we going!

[a_gentle_boy]

Home.

[As the table doesn't need his direction to be steered, Lucas will turn around to help Harley stabilize herself if she needs it before they gallop back in the direction of the funhouse.]

Or, well, Mayfield. We're getting out of here.

[crazyclownwoman]

[She'll get steadied with his help.]

How? Did something happen?

[a_gentle_boy]

Something's opened up behind the funhouse. I didn't get that far before, so I don't know if it's always been there. But I was able to get through and back.

I should have brought the table with me my first time here.

...How are you doing, Miss Harley?

[crazyclownwoman]

I'm alright.

[Peering out around them.]

What's it look like!

[a_gentle_boy]

Well... I meant more if you'd been hurt at all. This place is coming to pieces.

I'm going to bring you through and then come back again, OK?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

[....Well this is something you don't see every day. Rapunzel has no idea what's going on, but she trusts something in the boy's tone and does, indeed, hop on the table. She's more terrified today than she was at all before, so she's not in the place to think too much.]

What is this? What are we doing?

[a_gentle_boy]

We're getting out of here! I don't think this place will last another day. Another hour, even.

[Lucas will glance back and blink a little at the ridiculously long trail of hair streaming behind them.]

Are you OK, miss? Have you been hurt?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Really? [There's a touch of disbelieving laugh in her voice.] Thank you! Thank you so much!

I'm okay, actually! [She truly can't believe her luck.] Especially now!

[a_gentle_boy]

[The woman's excitement is a little contagious. Lucas smiles a little bashfully.]

Aha... It's alright! You don't have to thank me! I just hope everyone can get out before it all collapses.

I meant more if you'd been hurt or anything.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

But you're saving me; of course I'm going to thank you!

Oh! Oh, no, actually... I've been taking care of myself!

[a_gentle_boy]

OK, that's good. If you think you're alright, I'll save the healing for another time. We're almost there; just hang on a little longer.

In what might be the last shuttle that's run...

[spitefulvitae]

[It was a miracle that Natalie had gotten this far. She had spent far too much time poking about in the houses, and the fog had closed in frightfully near and frightfully fast. She only knew to head to the fun house because of some tinny voice on a speaker that she had heard a few times.

She's running towards the house with all of her might, but there's fog closing in behind her rapidly. She'd shout Lucas's name upon spotting him, but... running. Far too occupied with doing that.]

[a_gentle_boy]

[Well, that was terrifying. Lucas's breath catches in his throat as he spots the woman frantically trying to outpace the closing fog. He immediately banks left. Not to turn around, but to be able to make a turn wide enough that he doesn't need to perform an awkward reversal. The boy urges the table silently to pick up speed as he leans out and reaches out a hand.]

Miss Natalie! Get ready to jump!

[spitefulvitae]

Ah!

[He spotted her! He saw her! And she'll ask questions about what, precisely, he's riding once this is all over. She burns some of her blood and pours as much speed as she can into her run, and makes a grasp for his hand as soon as she thinks she's close enough to make it successful. Her hand is so cold....]

Here I come!

[And jump she does!]

[a_gentle_boy]

[Cold hands are the least of his issues right now. Lucas has nothing along the lines of telekinesis, sadly, but he does have an iron will and determination to save anyone he possibly can, regardless of the danger. Not that that was always helpful, but Lucas will grab on as tightly as he can and try to swing her on.

The table will bank around in a wide U-turn. Hopefully, it will be enough.]

A-Ah!

[Lucas stares, wide-eyed, as the protruding tail and the bow of the table graze against the fog and vanish.]

[spitefulvitae]

[The force of the U-turn is enough to give her the upwards momentum to get on the table. Alas, she's a little tall and a little long for it... as she rolls to settle herself more comfortably on it, her left foot passes through the fog as well. And poof, it's gone.]

A....aaa...

[It's so astonishing that the scream is getting stuck in her throat. But she's now trying to scramble forwards and tuck her legs in and get away.]

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas's breath escapes once more in a hiss. The table, though not entirely sentient, seems to understand the urgency. Its legs move at record pace; its motions are flawless. Unlike any animal, it was not subject to panic or fear. It simply ran as quickly and as efficiently as it could.

It pulls forward soon enough. And Lucas, his heart almost stopped, reaches back towards Natalie.]

...Hold on, Miss Natalie. We'll be out of this soon. The exit is just up ahead.

[The boy reaches forward towards Natalie's leg and closing his eyes briefly, releases a stream of PSI that is meant to staunch any blood flow from losing the limb.]

Is it okay to set this before the final run?

[balzams]

[Quite close to the fun house is a seemingly young boy, shaking and leaning all his weight on a makeshift crutch. Lithuania had left him there and told him to leave as soon as he could before going back to check on the others. Just being apart from him, especially now worried him more than he wanted to think about. Latvia just had to trust the he would be okay.

Out of all the ways he could have been rescued, a walking tea table was the one he least expected and he eyed it nervously]

A-are you sure it's safe?

Of course! The final run will be chronologically last, naturally.

[a_gentle_boy]

A lot safer than the alternative!

[Lucas glances up into the sky, which now resembles something out of his darkest nightmares than any actual atmosphere.]

Come on; Mayfield's just a few steps away!

[balzams]

Are you sure? The real one?

[He shifts a little closer]

[a_gentle_boy]

As real as it's going to get.

[Lucas hops off the table and extends a hand to help Lithuania walk.]

[balzams]

I-I'm fine! Really.

[Between his makeshift cane and Lucas helping him, Latvia has no trouble getting onto the table, save for his nerves]

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas will push off the moment he thinks Latvia is seated securely. The table doesn't actually require too much of his input to progress, so he'll turn around onto a bit.]

What happened? Were you hit while you were here?