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welcome_rpg2012-07-09 03:24 pm
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day 5

[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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I-it'll be okay, Puffy! We'll figure this out!
...uhm...
C-can anyone help me?! How do I get out of here?!
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Hello?
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Hello? Who is it?
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[He thought quickly.]
I've come to help you get out of ... wherever this place is.
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[Not that Sue is willing to bite the hand offering salvation, but.]
C-can you really get out of here?
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[He goes to step back the way he came... and paused. Just in case.]
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[Sue dashes towards him, pausing when she's at his side.]
I... I'm sorry. I can't do much, but... when we get back, I could bake you something as thanks?
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Don't worry about it. C'mon, let's get you out of here.
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Wait! I, uh... I at least need to know your name! You're helping me, after all...
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Name's Locke. Come on.
[There was a small tug, urging her forward.]
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[He then keeps holding her hand as they make their way back to the... slightly less disintegrating version of Mayfield.]