event: portal five | the carnival

[mayfield_mods]

The fifth portal is in the park, tucked away behind a cluster of trees; as usual, any drones walking past simply ignore it. The cheerful carnival that can be seen on other side of this portal may strike many of you as quite familiar.

The carnival doesn't seem to have changed much since the last time it was open. The street that had been behind the carnival has disappeared, but everything else remains the same, down to the sky looking like it's been completely deleted and replaced by a gaping hole of nothingness. Despite this area being the smallest and most enclosed environment so far outside of the blimp, there are plenty of places to begin your search, from the Ferris Wheel, to the funhouse, to the various rides and stands. Just make sure to avoid the large glitch holes that seem to be all over the place.

Oh, and you might want to speed this one up, because you're not alone here. The faceless drones from the blimp are having fun at the carnival as well, queuing up for the rides and playing the games. They'll ignore you for now, but they're not the only ones you have to worry about. Here and there, you may catch glimpses of hideous, mutated drones...and they don't seem very happy to see you.

Comments

[notyetageneral]

The nonsense of the dangerous sort. [You know, she was going to object to this old woman with a broom being here, but one look at Granny's face tells her that the objection would not be welcome (nor be heeded probably).]

[atent_dead]

Most've Mayfield's nonsense is. Can't be havin' with it.

[She looks around, watching for anything off. Which is everything.]

[notyetageneral]

Unfortunately, this is nonsense it seems we'll have to deal with. [Tyve is not one to enter clear and present danger without knowing the objective (usually). She did her research and read that mysterious letter with all the gibberish.]

I don't suppose you'd have any idea where we'd find what we're looking for here... [Granny is old...Isn't there something to be said about wisdom from the aged?]

[atent_dead]

Most nonsense is. [Downside of being a witch. Someone needs to do it and that someone is always her]

Funhouse was important last time 'round. Ain't always the most creative, this town.

[notyetageneral]

Last time around... So this isn't the first time the carnival has been here. [She frowns a bit as she grabs onto her rifle. It won't hurt to have it handy.] The funhouse? I suppose that's as good a place as any to check, then. [There's a pause. While she wouldn't normally expect someone of an advanced age to come along, she really doesn't know where exactly this funhouse is.] Care to lead the way?

[atent_dead]

[Granny starts walking toward the funhouse with the confidence of one accustomed to being followed. She assumes Tyve will if she knows what's good for her.]

'Bout two months back now. More run down on our end. Folk that got trapped saw somethin' like this though.

[notyetageneral]

[Well then. It seems like this person of esteemed age is used to being given the lead. Tyve does wonder if the woman is military of some sort with that bearing. In any event, she'll just follow a bit behind. No use in fussing over things yet.]

I don't suppose it goes without saying that there was probably death involved too, wasn't there? [Her grip tightens on her rifle a bit. still keeping an eye on the faceless masses.]

[atent_dead]

Plenty of it.

[She wasn't eavesdropping. She just happened to overhear, you understand.

She gestures at the faceless drones.]

That lot're like to be the least of our worries.

[notyetageneral]

That's what I was afraid of. On both counts. [She sighs a bit.] To think that this town can turn something so harmless into something so sinister...

[atent_dead]

That's where they getcha. Everyone expects the sinister lookin' bits. So when someone really wants to cause trouble they do somethin' like this. The more harmless the look, the more on guard ye oughta be.

[notyetageneral]

Advice to live by, especially considering the circumstances. [There's a pause.] How much further until the funhouse? [Granted the place isn't obscenely huge, but it is a bit overwhelming trying to see landmarks while keeping an eye out on the drones.] I've got a bad feeling about things. More so than now at this moment.

[atent_dead]

[She points with her broom]

Right over there. Probably is trouble. Fits the pattern.

[mayfield_mods]

[A man with no face holding three flaming juggling batons suddenly rushes at them from the fun house.

One of the torches is thrown at Granny's head.]

[notyetageneral]

Well, then-- Damnit! Duck! [Her soldier reflexes kick in on sight of the rushing drone and the consequent torch throwing. Warning shouted, Tyve attempts to multitask by trying to figure out a way to both rush forward to make sure that Granny is out of the way and to raise her rifle to shoot at the juggler.

It has the visual effect of Tyve looking much like a linebacker pushing through with a gun.]

[atent_dead]

[Granny glares up at the drone from where she's landed on the ground. She seems more... offended, than anything]

Just what do ye think yer doin'?

[She doesn't actually expect a response. But asks it anyway]

[mayfield_mods]

[It doesn't respond. It can't.

It's shoulders are hunched in hatred as the first projectile misses, wasting no time in throwing another.]

[notyetageneral]

[Tyve attempts to shoot again at the drone in the faint hopes that maybe, just maybe, it'll stop.

Of course there's that whole flaming juggling torch coming towards her and Granny thing, but.. Well... Details.]

[atent_dead]

[Granny doesn't make any gesture, but the second torch goes flying off course away from anyone it might harm. And then, in a much less flashy solution, she swings her broom at the drone]

[mayfield_mods]

[The drone raises its last flaming torch at the broom to try and stop it. The distraction allows it to be hit by Tyve's shot in the back.

It goes down, crumpled and twitching.]

[mayfield_mods]

[The memento has been found. The carnival is about to get a lot more dangerous.]