⇨ 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

D63 ISH OR WHENEVER IT COMES UP

[osteothropy]

Is it wrong that, even after first realizing that things seemed kind of out of control, Sans had been operating on this basic assumption that Papyrus would be above this kind of thing? Looking back on it, he's not even sure why. Papyrus had just been ever so in control of his own schedule and work ethic that some part of Sans had thought (or maybe hoped) that Papyrus would be even more on the ball than he was when it came to perceiving the potential threats of this place.

Papyrus was not always the most perceptive but he was passionate about work, at the very least. Seeing where this has gone, so quickly, leaves Sans unbalanced. He can't help but feel a surge of defensiveness at seeing his little brother actually drunk at a bar, even if that is the most hypocritical emotion he's ever dared to feel.

Maybe it's not as bad as it looks. Sans moves in closer to where he sees Papyrus doing his thing, uneasy in a way that sticks out in a group of such aggressively easy going guests. He wonders, briefly, if this is some kind of body snatcher situation - if maybe they'll smell his disapproval on the air.

He puts a hand on his brother's arm.

"Hey, Pap," he starts, feigning confidence. "Is it noon already?"

Of course, when you've been up all night, does the noon drinking rule even apply anymore?

63 makes sense, maybe after he heard pap on the radio?

[spaghettimonster]

Full-day spa experiences are something else. Very effective at relaxing tensions and setting worries at rest. It was like they'd all been melted away, and the Papyrus who stepped out of the spa without them hardly knew what to do with himself. No coworkers to assist, no subjects to encourage, no puzzles to calibrate.

Good thing there were lots of people around, engaged in the perpetual festivities, to invite him to new and interesting places!

By the time Sans finds him, late in the morning the next day, Papyrus has been thoroughly introduced to the party scene. He's relaxing alone at the bar, watching the bartender mixing up drinks for other people, and nursing his own glass. There's only the one in front of him, half empty with ice fairly melted, but that doesn't mean there haven't been plenty more. Not with how prompt and helpful the hosts are.

Starting at the touch, Papyrus spins on the barstool. He ends up spinning a further than he meant to and banging his knee against the counter, laughing as he rights himself.

"Sans! Hi! I have no idea what time it is... I don't have a watch."

See, Sans? Look how watchless your brother's wrists are, he's holding his arms up to show you and everything.

[osteothropy]

It'd almost be normal... if Papyrus wasn't sitting at a bar with no conception of how long he'd been there. There are worse things he could be doing, no doubt, but Sans has seen enough that he's worried about long term consequences.

"I guess this place has you trying out some timeless looks, then," he puns mildly, concern still in his eyes as he looks his brother over. "So... What's on your schedule for today?"

[spaghettimonster]

Papyrus rests his hands on his knees, tittering at the pun. He doesn't even groan at it.

"Huh? Schedule...?" The word almost confuses him for a second. What was that, again? Why would he have one? "Oh, right!!! On my schedule... is nothing! Nothing but seeing where the wind and tides of fate take me."

He waves a hand at the party around them. "Like here, and the club with the... the, uh. Sans. Brother. Did you know. There are parties where naked people dance?" It's the most scandalous but delightful thing, and Papyrus laughs again. "I didn't stick around! But I want to find it again."

[osteothropy]

Never have anything been more chilling than Papyrus saying that he's just going to go where the tides of fate take him. Not even the thing about naked people dancing. He's way less concerned about his brother ogling butts than he is about the fact that Papyrus seems to have forgotten what a ridiculous self starter he is.

Also, laughing at his jokes without pretending to hate it first.

Sans pauses awkwardly at the bar, not really sure what to do. He swallows, meaninglessly, staring diagonally down at the floor.

"Cool," he says, his voice smooth enough but feeling fairly constipated emotionally. "So, if...uh. If you've got nothing on your schedule, how about your take a break from the bar for a bit?"

[spaghettimonster]

"Hmmm, a break from the break... I should have known." Papyrus shakes his head in fond familiarity, no annoyance - feigned or real - in his tone or expression.

Something about the idea seems like it should rankle, but why? It's not like there's anything Sans needs to do, no point in him trying to do things. The Host is taking care of their every need, and their job is to have fun. They're all having fun, in relaxation and revelry alike. Everything is fine.

"I guess I can... Do you want to do something together?" He perks up at the idea of doing something else, closer to engaging than he's been in this conversation. "Or some other idea? Something else, something new, something more interesting!"