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mayfield_rpg2012-09-05 05:00 pm
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event: portal five | the carnival

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.
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[She looks around, watching for anything off. Which is everything.]
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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?]
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Funhouse was important last time 'round. Ain't always the most creative, this town.
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'Bout two months back now. More run down on our end. Folk that got trapped saw somethin' like this though.
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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.]
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[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.
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Right over there. Probably is trouble. Fits the pattern.
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One of the torches is thrown at Granny's head.]
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It has the visual effect of Tyve looking much like a linebacker pushing through with a gun.]
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Just what do ye think yer doin'?
[She doesn't actually expect a response. But asks it anyway]
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It's shoulders are hunched in hatred as the first projectile misses, wasting no time in throwing another.]
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Of course there's that whole flaming juggling torch coming towards her and Granny thing, but.. Well... Details.]
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It goes down, crumpled and twitching.]
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