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Mayfield Mods ([personal profile] mayfield_mods) wrote in [community profile] 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.)
charming_freckles: (His Eyes Aren't Laughing)

[personal profile] charming_freckles 2012-07-10 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Sue ran back and forth as Puffy flew alongside her, trying not to panic. She'd gotten to this place through the funhouse, why couldn't she find the way back?!]

I-it'll be okay, Puffy! We'll figure this out!

...uhm...

C-can anyone help me?! How do I get out of here?!
relic_hunter: (Locke - Just a minute!)

[personal profile] relic_hunter 2012-07-10 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
[He had brought the prize with him when he had figured out the prize had some connection. Heading back to the fun house... he thought he heard a voice. Cautiously, he made his way in.]

Hello?
charming_freckles: (His Eyes Aren't Laughing)

[personal profile] charming_freckles 2012-07-10 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Someone else is there? Sue spins around quickly.]

Hello? Who is it?
relic_hunter: (Locke - Not quite certain about that...)

[personal profile] relic_hunter 2012-07-10 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
A friend. I'm a friend. I...

[He thought quickly.]

I've come to help you get out of ... wherever this place is.
charming_freckles: (You'd Better Take Responsibility)

[personal profile] charming_freckles 2012-07-10 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
Y-you are? B-but... I've never met you before...

[Not that Sue is willing to bite the hand offering salvation, but.]

C-can you really get out of here?
relic_hunter: (Locke - Now hold on a moment)

[personal profile] relic_hunter 2012-07-10 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
If you want... I guess I could show you?

[He goes to step back the way he came... and paused. Just in case.]
charming_freckles: (I'm Not A Kid!)

[personal profile] charming_freckles 2012-07-10 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
I... I would really appreciate it!

[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?
relic_hunter: (Default)

[personal profile] relic_hunter 2012-07-10 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
[He looked to her when she was near, and held on to her hand. Just in case.]

Don't worry about it. C'mon, let's get you out of here.
charming_freckles: (What Do We Do Now?)

[personal profile] charming_freckles 2012-07-10 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Sue gripped his hand in return, frowning, worried.]

Wait! I, uh... I at least need to know your name! You're helping me, after all...
relic_hunter: (Locke - Follow me)

[personal profile] relic_hunter 2012-07-10 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
[He looked over to her and offered a smile.]

Name's Locke. Come on.

[There was a small tug, urging her forward.]
charming_freckles: (Remember Me This Way!)

[personal profile] charming_freckles 2012-07-10 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
Locke. I'm Sue! Thank you so much!
relic_hunter: (Locke - Kind of you)

[personal profile] relic_hunter 2012-07-10 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
Sue. Alright Sue, let's get back.

[He then keeps holding her hand as they make their way back to the... slightly less disintegrating version of Mayfield.]