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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Re: FUNHOUSE

[truffulacide]

[screw it, between the looming threat of disintegration and the possibility of having his bones eaten by monsters, he'll deal with the monsters. at least he'd be able to fight back; you don't generally get a chance to do much of anything against the former. going poof does not bode well with him, not at all.

he finds his way into the main area easily enough, wide-eyed and skittish. he looks around wildly.]

Aw, man. Did it tear this place up, too?

[a_gentle_boy]

[And having just been asked to help the Once-ler, it is good fortune that Lucas practically gallops right over him as he emerges from the rift for what has to be his sixth or seventh trip. He'll pull up to a halt.]

Mr. Once-ler! The exit's just up ahead; you --

[Ah, forget it. He probably couldn't see it, either.]

Ah, I'll explain later. Get on!

...And did what tear up this place?

[truffulacide]

[now, mutant clown children are one thing, but mutant horse tables? hoo boy, now we're getting scary.

he jumps when he hears the thing behind him, all the more ready to run when he sees its legs wiggling like some kind of freaky dog-horse-table hybrid. the only thing that stops him from doing so is when he notices Lucas sitting on top.]

...Kid, we've got to stop meeting like this. [which is Once-lerese for oh my gosh, my hero. he scrambles up on top, and it's an effort in itself despite how tall he is.] The - nnh - fog! You saw what it's doing outside, right? Everything's just...

[he holds his hands up and mimics an explosion with an accompanying whoosh noise.]

[a_gentle_boy]

[Terrifying, really. The tea table clip-clops away as Lucas urges it around back towards the rifts.]

A-Ah, I know! The church is gone! I don't know how many people were able to escape... But I think all of this would have disappeared if the fog got to it.

...I think maybe we'd be disappearing.

[truffulacide]

[...welp.]

You know, if they wanted to kill us, they could've just waited for us to starve. Isn't this a bit much?!

[but who's he kidding, he's just happy that help has finally come. if this works, the first thing he's going to do when he gets to the other side is drop down to his knees and give the ground a big old smooch. it seems appropriate, somehow.]

- Wait. Have you seen Rapunzel?

[a_gentle_boy]

I don't think they're controlling this. I don't know if we were supposed to be able to see any of this in the first place. It's Mayfield's past, and it sounds like there were a lot of clues floating around.

[Lucas will pause.]

Um. I'm not sure, but someone asked me to come find you. She was very pretty, and she had very, very, very long blonde hair.

[truffulacide]

I think I know what you mean. Lucille, right?

[he loosens up, less prepared to jump off the table when he hears that. he isn't even aware that he's poised to do so until he opens his mouth to reply.]

That's her alright. Did you get her out, too? We got separated on the way here and I - I thought -

[a_gentle_boy]

Yes, she's fine! She's waiting for you on the other side!

[Lucas catches the subtleties of what the Once-ler is trying to convey quite readily. Shipping is probably his second favorite hobby next to sweeping people off their feet onto walking tea tables.]

The two of you should go relax and have a milkshake. It's been a really long, exhausting time. ...And she wants to know about kiwis!

[A short pause.]

...About Lucille, though... Did you find the newspaper, too?

[truffulacide]

[for the first time in days, he starts to smile. the only thing he's trying to choke back now is laughter.]

I could...heheh, I could drink twenty milkshakes! Maybe I will. I've always wanted to hold a world record!

[his heart is thudthudthudding away in his chest like mad, and he's not sure what to make of it. feeling it do such a thing when he's happy isn't what he's grown accustomed to over the last five days. at first it's a little scary, but then it goes right back to being funny again, even when Lucas changes the subject.]

Noooo. It was written on the wall in one of the houses. 'Punzel found it and the house got mad and made our ears explode. [it's scary how bluntly he says that.] What are you talking about?

[a_gentle_boy]

We found a newspaper. ...It read like a joke, but... I'm not sure. It might be serious.

A woman named Lucille Bell went missing, apparently. No one was sure if she was killed or if she just... vanished. I think it might have to do with why Zemekis is pretending to be a little girl named Lucy, but it's just... all really strange.

[a beat]

A-Ah, but there'll be a lot of time to talk about that when we're all safely back! Are you ready to go for that world record, Mr. Once-ler?