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.)

Comments

[walking_nuke]

[Balin nods at Dante's first remark ... he must be one of the guys who has a way out of here, like Tachikoma said. Thank God. Then after Dante asks his question, Balin responds:]

In my case? I tried checkin' out one of'a houses up'a street'ere ... Then everything was—gone. Like I was fallin' through space or some shit. Felt like hours. Almost went outta my mind, tried sleepin' through it ... next thing I know, I fall on my back from a few meters up back outside.

an' for'a past two days we've been lviin' offa giant rats. The water's contaminated, an'a food'at'a stands ain't real. Like holograms.

[strawberryredgrave]

Mind games and shit like that? Sounds like it sucked, not gonna lie...but hey, least you made it, right?

Come on; let's get the hell out of here. Get some real food and alcohol in us.

[walking_nuke]

[Balin is going to have plenty of stories to tell Dante once they get back to the relative safety(?!) of Mayfield.]

Music to my ears, man.

[He takes a few steps to follow Dante, but stops.]

Hold up—you run into a kinda reddish-brown haired kid wearin' a green jacket by any chance? Named Caesar Silverberg?

[strawberryredgrave]

(Dante stops to think about the name and description...)

...can't say I have. Is he here, too?

[walking_nuke]

Yeah. He's my assigned "son" here in town. We wound up in'is glitchy shithole at'a same time ... haven't seen 'em since I took'at free-fall.

... I dunno if he's still alive, but—if you're comin' back'ere to check for others, see if you can find 'em, yeah?

[strawberryredgrave]

(Dante nods.)

Yeah; I'll keep a lookout for him. Let's keep it moving, then.

(And he'll continue leading Balin out through the funhouse. Stupid alternate killer dimension thingy)

[walking_nuke]

[Balin keeps up with Dante at a good clip. Coordination is a little hard for him because of how thirsty and hungry he is, but he's managing well enough. So long as there isn't another reality-erasing rip somewhere.]

[strawberryredgrave]

(It's a pretty smooth trip out. No more torn up realities here; just regular ol' Mayfield.)

One hellhole to another, but at least this one has food and alcohol.

[walking_nuke]

[Balin's a bit dubious at first when he sees Dante walk through the exit to the other side—on this end it looks like the guy just literally vanished through a wall.]

[He takes a glance around the corridor of the funhouse for a moment, still worried about Caesar, but ... there are people coming to rescue everyone, aren't there? This guy found him, that blue PAU-like droid's alerting all the survivors it can. And he's told the both of them to keep an eye out for the kid. Someone will rescue Caesar, right?]

[Well, it's either do or die. Balin jumps through—and is completely surprised that, rather than smacking into a wall, he finds himself in another corridor of mirrors, with Dante up ahead. He hurries to continue after him—and once they're out of that Funhouse and at the sucky-but-glitch-free carnival in the "real" Mayfield, Balin holsters his sidearm haphazardly, stops walking, and drops to his knees.]

Holy fuck I never thought I'd be glad to come back'ere ...

[Were he less desperate for real food and potable water, he'd bitterly wonder if that was the whole point of this horrible carnival ...]

[strawberryredgrave]

(This totally counts as Dante's good deed for the week, at least. This guy deserved something to eat and real refreshments, but Dante couldn't really worry about that right now. There were still others to go back for, including Caesar.)

This place likes messing with your head like that. You think you'll be alright on your own for now?

[walking_nuke]

[It takes Balin a second to respond.]

Yeah.

[Heaving a sigh, he starts to get back up on his feet.]

I can make it back to'a house from'ere.

[He oughta check in with Virginia first ... and he's going to need actual water first before he can drink himself stupid to forget about that day-long drop in nothingness.]

Thanks again.

[strawberryredgrave]

No problem.

(Dante waves as he heads back in the fun house.)

Catch you later, man.

[walking_nuke]

[Balin turns and watches Dante make his way back to the funhouse, raising his hand in a parting, half-hearted wave. He doesn't have the energy to do more than that—but he really hopes the guy can find Caesar. The way things have been going the past few days in that other Mayfield, there won't be anything left of it for much longer.]

[But for now ... he better get back to let Virginia know what's happened. So—he starts making his way out of the carnival grounds. A little shaky, but otherwise fine.]