⇨ THE CELEBRATION

[ringleaders]

Who: Everyone, especially YOU.
When: Day 60 - Day 65
Where: The Celebration
What: The carnival workers are invited to spend the week within the realm of the Celebration, the grounds of a party that has been going on for centuries. Accommodations are luxurious, but those with keen instincts might notice something off about this whole arrangement... (Questions can go to the original setting post!)
Warnings: Booze, drugs, sex, and everything in between.

THE CELEBRATION↴ If you observe that the layout of the Celebration grounds seem inconsistent, then you would be correct. In reality, what lies at the end of each corridor depends largely on what the guests of the Celebration want at the time - if a few people find themselves craving a drink, a bar may appear. If a group finds themselves wanting to dance, a club will open up. This goes on at all hours of the night, and given how many dedicated partiers fill the building, the services are well used. It isn't instantaneous, and the Host has to consciously decide to provide that service, but the changes are fast none-the-less. ► ROOMS: Each trailer pair will be assigned a room to themselves - whether or not it has two double beds or a single king sized bed seems essentially random. Hopefully you aren't too sensitive about keeping that space to yourself. The curtains at the far side of the room don't actually lead outside, but instead to a walk-in closet filled with the Host's best guesses at the type of clothing you might like. They may not hit the nail on the head, but at the very least all the clothing will be in your size. The styles could be just about anything, from any universe, but they do tend to average out to clothing that is Earth-ish. Either that, or clothing that looks like they are meant for elves from a high fantasy novel to wear. ► SHOPPING: If none of your pre-picked outfits tickle your fancy, plenty of boutiques and clothing shops can also be found around the grounds - whatever you're thinking of, you'll probably be able to find a shop appropriate for it eventually. Though, maybe it doesn't really count as shopping if you don't have to pay for any of the things you take back to your room with you? Unfortunately, from the sounds of it, you won't be allowed to drag all of your haul back to the carnival with you, so you better enjoy it while you can. ► DINING: There is no daily schedule to follow, after you arrive. You are free to attend the dining room whenever you wish, and will be seated at large round tables with whoever else may be around at the time, and can either order from the menu or most dishes you may think of off the top of your head. If you don't like the fine dining experience, there are also a selection of smaller cafes and eateries that open and close at varying times of day - and, of course, you can always call for room service. ► ENTERTAINMENT: There is plenty of live music around the grounds (not that you can ever seem to remember who the performers were afterwards) whether it comes to harp music while you eat or a full set of DJs in the club you found. If you are inclined to look for them, you may also find some cozy lounges with big screen TVs, and access to a multi-universal quantity of films. What's there or isn't there is unpredictable, but if you come from a standard variety of Earth you probably recognize some of them. ► SUBSTANCES: You don't have to be coy about it - just ask one of your servers, and you'll be able to get whatever kind of vices you might be craving. Drugs, alcohol, ice cream... it's all good. If this sounds like a nightmare for potential addicts, you would be correct. It's not uncommon to see people clearly over-indulging in certain locations, though guests are usually escorted back to their rooms if they take ill - only to see them back at it again the next day. ► SPA DAY: If you'd like to take a swim, pools of various aesthetics are easy to find. So are hot tubs, and saunas, and Host servants who are willing to give you a massage or manicure. If the party crowd isn't your scene, there are plenty of more low-key opportunities to indulge. ► GREENSPACE: There is one park area on the grounds, which appears to be constructed on the rooftops of other parts of the complex. While there are trees and greenery, there is no real sky that you can see - only the illusion of one. It may start to occur to you over time that no window or rooftop actually leads to any kind of outdoors. The Celebration really is there only thing here. These are really just examples, and you can get creative with what kind of services you find offered while here, when it comes to generally mundane comforts. It really feels like the Host wants to win you over, as if you staying just a little longer has some sort of intrinsic appeal.

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Gamez

[thevictoriandetective]

"Mmm, now here we have an example of 'insanity': doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results," Sherlock leaned against an arcade game as he watched the fellow proceed to abuse the game.

The detective was unsteady on his feet, and clearly under heavy the influence of something or the other. He had a cigarette in one clawed, webbed hand and a can of Red Bull in the other. He would have looked quite at home with the other denizens of the place, were he not also covered in green scales. Small horns poked out from under the messy fringe of black curls and a forked tongue flicked out, before he took another drag of the cigarette and smirked.

[whattaprick]

"Who said I was expecting different results?" Lambert tossed back over his shoulder, absently flexing his wrist to shake out some of the stiffness. True, it was mostly in his head -- no way a few days off was going to undo decades of Witcher training -- but he felt rusty.

"Unless that's just your way of saying you want a turn." He waggled the foam sword at the other man.

"Wanna try it?" Should he be encouraging someone clearly under the influence of something to engage in mindless physical violence? Probably not, but he'll find it hilarious if it results in property damage all the same.

[thevictoriandetective]

There was a 85% chance of property damage even when Sherlock wasn't on anything, so hilarity and destruction were definitely going to ensue. Shelrock reached a clawed hand out.

"I'll give it a go," he smirk. "I'm sure I'd do a lot better job than you."

What...what better job? Probably not. He was good with a sword but he wasn't a professional. Then again, he wasn't in his right mind. He would be lucky if he managed to get any tickets, or aim at the right object.

[whattaprick]

"You're welcome to try," Lambert laughs, and with that he settled in to watch the show. Whoever this guy is, he figured it was going to be entertaining either way. Either he'd be amazing at it and he'd have a sense if he was someone he could challenge to a fight (with dummy swords, sure, but it's better than nothing) or at least get to laugh himself sick.

He hit the button on the machine to start a new round -- one of the servants had to do it for him the first time, and he still wasn't sure what enchantment powered it in the first place -- and the dummy starts to bob and weave again, little targets on its torso appearing and disappearing to mark where Sherlock was meant to hit.

[thevictoriandetective]

Sherlock saluted Lambert with the foam sword. "This is me trying," Sherlock said haughtily, before deftly launching himself at the bobbing and weaving dummy. The snake-like man had a certain grace about him usually reserved for dancers.

He'd probably be better and faster if he possessed all his faculties, he missed a couple of targets, but he wasn't half bad. He'd been on the fencing team at school, at least.

[whattaprick]

"Good form," Lambert called. Other partygoers drifted nearer, attracted by the prospect of watching someone actually playing the game the way it's probably meant to be played instead of just virtually demolishing it.

"Not going to kill anything with that kind of force, though. Raise your elbow higher!" Contrary to expectations, he does know how to teach people how to fight, but this is a lot sloppier than what he'd normally indulge in.

[thevictoriandetective]

Sherlock, surprisingly, actually listened to him, raising his elbow and attacking with more gusto. Maybe because Lambert sounded actually competent, unlike most people he ran into. The detective hacked at the poor dummy, his reflexes slowed by whatever was in his system, but at least he was trying. His focus was starting to drift, as he almost lost the foam sword and fell over after an overzealous whack.

"Whoops," he lost his footing, and just barely caught himself on another game.

[whattaprick]

That got a burst out of laughter out of him, even as the game Sherlock landed on making a beeping squeal of distress when his hands landed on its buttons. Lambert reached out to grab Sherlock by the arm, aiming to haul him mostly-upright -- or at least, rearrange him to be more securely propped up by the game he fell against.

"Careful, or you'll split that head of yours open," he said, grinning. He'd find this funny enough under normal circumstances, but for some reason of the idea of the other man ending up sprawled on the floor is just downright hilarious, and he cackles at his own joke.

"Lay off the swordplay for now and take a breather."

[thevictoriandetective]

Sherlock's mildly grateful at being propped up more securely, but he slides down the side of the game anyway, landing on the floor with an 'oof.' He tosses the sword back in Lambert's direction, not really aiming, more like chucking it in his general direction. Why was the man laughing so much? Did he miss a joke?

"I clearly won," he announced, proudly, with a flick of his forked tongue. It was quite possible he'd seen an entirely different game in his addled mind.

[whattaprick]

"Against gravity, maybe, but it was a pretty close call," Lambert snickers. He'll catch the sword easily, as sloppily as it was thrown, and he'll slide it right on back into its holster. The man's clearly on something, but he doesn't have a potion on hand to fix that, and anyway he couldn't guarantee that it'll even work as intended.

"You came in with the carnival too, didn't you?" He's sure he remembers the man's voice on those 'radios.'

[thevictoriandetective]

"Uh-huh," Sherlock said blearily, still mostly on the floor at this point. His head's propped up by the game, but he's pretty flat otherwise. He looked up at Lambert with his reptilian eyes.

"M'name's Sherlock Holmes. Pleasure to meet you."

[whattaprick]

Lambert squinted down at Sherlock on the floor. It was not, by any stretch of the imagination, the finest of introductions, but since it didn't seem to bother Sherlock...

"Lambert," he'll say by way of introduction. "You seem to have a problem staying vertical, Master Holmes."

[thevictoriandetective]

"Vertical? Vertical's boring," he said, with a mad sort of manic laugh.

"Lambert? Pleasure to meet you. Wait, did I already say that? I think I did." Sherlock frowned. "That's what you're supposed to say, right? Mustn't be rude. John wouldn't be pleased if I was rude. Where is John, anyway?"

John Watson was currently back home, obviously.