lostcarnival | ⇨ THE CELEBRATION

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⇨ THE CELEBRATION

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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"GREAT party!"

Papyrus corrects him with gusto and no volume control. It's probably not a problem, there's enough noise that a single shout doesn't stand out all that much.

While not downright shirtless, the skeleton has had enough fashion advice from fellow partiers that he's fitting in and dressed to impress. All the alcohol he's imbibed has affected him, and he stumbles a little as he steps closer.

"I didn't... didn't know that parties could be like this. No kids, at all. So much... stuff going on."

Edited (sorry! i wanted to fix a typo and missed one.) 2017-02-18 22:23 (UTC)

Together, they make quite the pair, and at this point? It doesn't even bother Lambert that Papyrus is a skeleton at all. What does get a reaction out of him is the outfit, which makes him makes him laugh -- loudly -- when he catches sight of it.

"Never been to a real one before? Could've fooled me. Look at you, party animal." Never mind that he hasn't really been to a 'real' party either, because Witchers don't generally get invited to this shit. He shifts over to make more room for Papyrus to flop down onto, even if he doesn't really need to -- the couch is enormous.

"What've you been up to?"

Edited 2017-02-18 23:20 (UTC)

Don't mind if he does, plopping down with more heavily than usual. Everything feels like it's wavering a little bit, like he's constantly using his blue attack without even meaning to. Disorienting. Leaning on dancing people is so much more convenient than walking on his own, like this.

"I," Papyrus pronounces with a solemnly raised finger, "have been living. Did you know," he stage-whispers, glancing around in case anyone overhears, "the party never stops? Practically e-e-everybody keeps going, day and night! Sure, there's naps, here and there!"

He pats the couch they're sitting on, and gestures at a couple making out on another one some ways away. "Couches for napping, who needs beds? Or sleep? It's like. I've found my people."

"Mm-hmm. Napping." Lambert's definitely been using the couches for activities decidedly more recreational than napping. However, he currently isn't in a state of mind to explore the physics behind skeleton boners, nor bring up the topic of 'the sex' right now. That will have to be something he harasses Papyrus about ... some other day!

"I don't know if I'd call them 'my people,' but they know how to enjoy a party." Enjoy it almost too much, really, in fact, to the point where a vaguely nagging voice at the back of Lambert's head occasionally pipes up to murmur protest, but it's a voice that's all too easily dismissed or ignored in favor of the next new thing.

The 'napping' couple gets more noisy and energetic about what they're doing, and Papyrus' cheekbones turn pink before he turns away. The couches can be used for naps, and he was right, and that's the important thing. He shifts enough to sit up, tail wrapped around his knee, and look around at other things going on.

"Not enough swords and fire," he agrees, a little too seriously, before laughing at his own joke. "Oh! Except for the drinks. Some of the drinks are on fire! It doesn't even hurt much." There are at least two different soot marks above Papyrus' mouth, with ineffective smudges from trying to wipe them off.

In contrast, Lambert watches with a sort of detached but focused interest, like he might possibly be interested in grading them for the performance later. But when Papyrus shifts, his attention's drawn to his tail, which is definitely an appendage he'd recall a bony skeleton having, surely?

He laughs at the joke too, but ignores responding to the comment directly in favor of straight up reaching out to tug lightly at the tip of his bony tail with a grin. "When'd you get this?"

Papyrus yelps and jolts at the tug, a ripple of rattling bones as he pulls away. For a few seconds, he's stiff and arched like an alarmed cat, until he recognizes the tail near Lambert's hand.

"Oh my god, I almost forgot about it." He covers his face with his hand, parting his fingers so he can still see. "Ummm.... The day we came here? I was clothes shopping. And then I had twice as much reason to shop! Because my clothes don't have tail holes, yet."

"How do you just forget about having a tail?" Lambert snorts. A whole extra limb doesn't seem like something easily forgotten, but who knows? He certainly doesn't have one so his experience can't compare. He examines the bones, though he doesn't reach out again -- it's almost more of a novel sight than seeing a talking skeleton in the first place.

"You shouldn't just leave that bare," he adds after a moment of scrutiny and tipping his head to the side. "You could put on... rings, or something?" The couple beside their couch hits their stride, so he has to raise his voice to be heard above it.

"Out of sight, out of mind?" Papyrus admits with a laugh. "It's just more spine. Except longer!" Unlike his head crystals, which change his head's balance, or the temporary changes when they were underwater, where he didn't have hands... The tail doesn't inconvenience him. Much. Getting startled like that might get a little inconvenient.

To save Lambert the temptation he grabs the tip himself, holding it out so they can both see its length. "That sounds neat! What about, um, ribbons??"

Perhaps surprisingly, Lambert actually takes a moment to consider that question seriously, looking at Papyrus' tail then back up at him.

"Depends what they're made of and what else you're wearing," he says finally. He waves a hand, gesturing at the rest of what Papyrus is wearing right now. "I don't think they'd go with that. Maybe you could get, uh... what do they call those things?"

He'd seen some of the girls at the celebration passing by with them earlier... "Those bracelets that glow in the dark."

Papyrus is so full of good cheer and attention that the only thing really surprising him is that there aren't more people making it a priority to focus on him.

"Glow... round-sticks?" he offers, trying to remember their name. The more he thinks, the more he imagines the glowing rings on his own limbs, and his eyesockets sparkle a little at the idea.

"Oh my god! That's a good idea. Glowing things are cool." He considers what he's currently wearing, tilting his head far enough to squish it against the couch. "I could... put another outfit together. Full of spikes, too! Then I'd be very cool."

While Lambert's world is full of a truly amazing amount of anachronisms, almost as though the localization team had given up on pretending to stay within a semi-appropriate time period, "cool" is not one of those that made the cut. He gets the idea quickly enough, though, and while his eyes don't light up as literally as Papyrus', the spots on his back seem to glow a bit brighter -- or maybe it's a trick of the light.

"Spikes are good." Spikes always make any outfit better, the more the merrier. "S'that what you're gonna wear to the masquerade?" It seems to be the only thing on the lips of the celebration's denizens, the upcoming masquerade, though Lambert hasn't decided on what to wear himself.

"The masquerade..?" It takes Papyrus a couple of seconds to even recognize what Lambert could be referring to. "Ohhh, right! That. That's soon, isn't it?"

He pats himself down, pulls out his phone, and studies it for a minute. Once he's done, he reaches beside him, and pulls out a mask that definitely wasn't on the couch before he sat down. It's a beastial skull, with large curved fangs in front, and a wig of very artificial hair in back to cover the fastening strip.

"This! And... something to go with it." It's a little strange, he can't seem to remember what he'd plan to wear with this mask. Hmm. Maybe he took notes. Well, it can't be too important.

Where did that mask come from??? Magic must be at work, obviously, and Lambert watches with some keen interest (and amusement) as Papyrus drags the primeval looking thing out. It's no beast that Lambert recognizes, but he'll study at all the same, even reaching out to take it if Papyrus will let him touch it.

"Not half bad," he'll declare. "Certainly intimidating. Would've liked to fight the thing this came from..." It doesn't appear to occur to him that it could be made up, oops. "Must have had a lot of muscle to get those fangs through anything."

Papyrus doesn't protest, offering it to Lambert for examining. His eyesockets widen a fair bit at the notion of fighting it, and he slowly nods.

"Hmmm, that would be tricky. I don't think it's based on a dead skeleton. For, you see!" He reaches into the air beside him again, only this time he doesn't pull something from behind him. This time, the thing outright appears in the air, and floats there menacingly. "It looks more like this!"

A large skull floats beside Papyrus, at least the size of his torso, maybe more. Its main fangs are large and curved like the mask's, and its eyesockets and mouth glow a faint orange. It might be oozing a bit of smoke with that light.

Edited 2017-02-27 22:30 (UTC)

Later, when everything goes to shit, Lambert will remember this moment and think huh, they really are related.

As it is -- caught off guard by the sudden appearance of a giant floating monster skull, Lambert will start backwards in surprise. The people surrounding them barely seem to notice, too occupied by revelry, but those that do stare at it with slack-jawed amazement, before eventually seeming to decide that it's yet another hallucination dreamed up on whatever they're on.

"What the hell is that," is his eloquent response to the sudden presence of floating skeletal head, because seriously Papyrus, what the hell?

Edited 2017-03-01 22:36 (UTC)

"It's my special attack!" Papyrus helpfully and happily announces, patting the skull on the side. It keeps passively floating there, large fangs and glowing eyes and spikes too prominent for it to just fade into the background. Especially for people who aren't as used to it as the skeleton, or as out of it as the various people full of mind-altering substances.

He grins more brightly, gesturing at the mask. "Doesn't that look just like it?? It's like someone made the mask especially for me..."

"Your special attack," Lambert says slowly, echoing the skeleton's words as though doing so might magically provide some insight into what he actually means, but ... nope, still as incomprehensible to him as the first time he heard it, enough to override even the slight pause of misgiving that comes with the thought made especially for me ...

"What does that--" He points at the skull, gesturing at its... everything. "Have to do with any attack?"

"Oooh, but it's not just any attack. It's a special attack! That shoots magic, of course. In a big burst. Like a giant laser!" Papyrus mimes an explosion, with sound effects.

The blaster floats up and backwards with his arm movement. Maybe it's helpfully demonstrating what happens with an explosive blast, or maybe he's not controlling it as carefully as he could. Who knows. It's not shooting the ceiling or anything, everything is fine.

"But I don't use it much! It's no good for a fun fight," Papyrus' lack of lips really interferes with his ability to pout, but the sulking radiates off him.

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⇨ THE CELEBRATION

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