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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[badladyscramble]

[Remilia wraps a protective wing around the little vampire, looking about cautiously for any approaching threats. It seemed there weren't any monsters... but the state of the area was worrying nonetheless.]

Almost there...

[then_there_were_none]

[The gesture encourages Flandre to pick up her pace, after a moment of trembling. She didn't have to look around much, even though the mirrors were all broken, just straight ahead. This wasn't the first time Remi had held her this way, with her wings and Flandre's back hurting.

But she hoped it would be the last.]

Is there something there?

[The smaller vampire heard some distant noises. Or...not so distant, this place was strange.]

[badladyscramble]

Perhaps. Stay close to me. I'll protect you.

[Now she really wished she had her magic. Remilia had thought she'd been strong enough to protect her family, but just brute strength alone made it hard to actually keep her safe and fight at the same time...]

[then_there_were_none]

[Flandre couldn't help but stiffen when they passed through an intersection of hallways--just like the one she had gone through when the voices hurt her.

She was torn between digging her heels in and rushing ahead, this time.]

Remi, Remi--here! The things were here, the hurting things.

[badladyscramble]

The hurting things?

[She looks around, not seeing anything... They must have been whatever had spooked Flan into hiding as a bat before she'd found her.]

Well, I'm here this time. I won't let them get to you.