⇨ 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.

Comments

i know you tagged me but *foam*

[pipers_son]

Joker isn't entirely sure how the hell he got dragged into this, and he's not completely sure how he feels about foam on his wings, but he guesses it doesn't matter. It's far too easy to get dragged into the energy and excitement, something that he's been fighting since Day 1 in favor of trying to watch after Snake....

and it's too easy to go along with those hands, especially since he'd recognize them anyway.

Grinning as his eyes slide halfway shut, brilliant pink under the lashes, he slides his arm around Psi's neck. "Well, look who it is."

i am beyond okay with that.

[dorkypantsuit]

His clothes are heavy with water. They stick to his skin in a way that feels almost like a touch. He likes it, the feeling of them against him and the slight relief from the heat they bring. Despite the dampness of his clothing he isn't cold. The heat in the club is intense, too many people packed together in one space. His own body is overheated from his dancing. That doesn't stop him from continuing, especially not as Joker comes in close, putting an arm around his neck. Psi shivers from the touch despite the heat, feeling even warmer from the way Joker looks at him. Joker's smile is sly, almost dangerous, in a way that promises entirely too much fun.

The Psionic hasn't even noticed the pull of this realm, having had no reason to fight it from the beginning. At this point his anxieties have vanished. His concern about the vampires, his desire to protect his crew, all are forgotten, replaced instead with a different kind of desire. It's a constant need to do something, feel something, to be with people and share in their excitement. It's a desire for a different kind of escape than the carnival can provide, one that he, and he thinks Joker, are constantly looking for. There's one kind of escape he especially likes and it's what encourages him to dance in close returning Joker's look. He rolls his hips against Joker's as they dance, not even bothering to answer him with words. It's a type of dancing that doesn't look out of place in a club like this, even with it's erotic undertones.

[pipers_son]

Even with how long he’s been in the carnival, these kind of dances are still a bit foreign to Joker. England never did things like this- even for the more crass lower class. There was to be a certain decency to your interactions with other people, at least until you could steal them away to a corner for a bit more fun. But that was the difference, that it was at least an attempt at privacy.

Worlds like this, people from worlds like this, have no such qualms, and it’s…. Exhilarating. Freeing in how it’s so different from the England he knows, like he and anyone else really can get away from that grinding monster of a country. And it’s freeing especially to let loose with Psi, who always seems to burn a little hotter, glow a little brighter, and feels bloody amazing with their hips grinding together.

Yeah, these kinds of dances are just a little foreign, but Joker is a quick study, and he grinds back as his wings curl around them, an isolation from the rest of the bodies pressing against them and a soft glow filling up the space from some of his feathers. A twist of his feet has them spinning, and he laughs a little, breath gusting against his companion’s skin.

a million years later

[dorkypantsuit]

It's not so foreign to Psi, despite the way he's so foreign to most of the people here. Of course both he and Joker stand out in this crowd, but the Psionic didn't care. He's glad actually, to be around people who are different than the trolls he's used to dealing with. It was weird how he felt so much more comfortable with the aliens he'd met since joining the carnival than he ever had with most trolls. He wondered sometimes if it was just him who was different, or if when removed from their world others would feel like it too.

Different or not, it didn't matter, not with Joker's wings wrapped around them. It was like their own private world in a room filled with countless stranger's. It was nice, and it was kind of cute how Joker used his wings like this, like extensions of his arms. Was it purposeful, or subconscious? Either way it didn't matter. What did matter was the fleeting feeling of feathers against his arm as they moved and the soft glow from Joker's wings mixed with his own. It wasn't just the red and blue of his eyes that shone in the dark space between them, but the freckles on his skin, a change he quite liked from the carnival.

They spin and Psi laughs too. He's delighted, not only to have someone to dance with, but to have someone he likes to dance with. He could manage to have fun with a lot of people, but it was easier and better to do it with Joker. Joker was fun, easy going, just someone it was good to hang out with, and he made fantastic waffles. Despite how much time they spent together Psi didn't think they'd ever danced before, and that made this even better as well. It was something different and new, which automatically meant it was fun.

"Long time no see." he murmurs with a small laugh, pressing in close, as close as you can while dancing at least. Despite the way he's acting he's actually less drunk than he has been some of the other days he's spent here, more just running high on the natural thrill of this dimension.

"You weren't looking for me, were you?" Because he's not sure what would bring Joker to a place like this. He'd been pretty steadfast in looking out for that kid. Of course everyone needed to get away from their duties every now and then.

[pipers_son]

“Well, I certainly never complain when I find ya,” he drawls, tracing his fingers up into Psi’s hair. To be honest, if asked up front…. Joker isn’t entirely sure what brought him here. Not exactly. It’s just…. He’s been holding himself back for so long, trying not to get too distracted or too swept up, but it’s not how he’s been for a good couple of years now.

And the music had just been itching its way into his feet…. He supposes he couldn’t resist. Just one dance, he tries to tell himself. Just this one.

“And yerself?” His eyes glitter a little bit in amusement, reflecting Psi’s colors back at him. “Tryin’ ta get clean?”

[dorkypantsuit]

He shrugs back, attention divided between the conversation and the feeling of Joker's hand at the nape of his neck. Psi's hands are at Joker's waist, and it's easy to dance a little closer, slipping them down from his waist to rest on the curve of his ass.

"Just looking for some fun." Clean or dirty, didn't really matter to him. He'd simply never seen anything like this before, people dancing as wet suds rains down on them from above making everything damp and slick. It was different, and therefore something he wanted to experience, but Joker being here was the icing on the cake.

"Not that I mind getting dirty." he murmurs, his mouth close to Jokers ear so he can be heard over the music.