lostcarnival | ⇨ 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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There's just something about this hot tub that draws skeletons to it. Not that Papyrus is undressing and hiding in its depths; that would be weird, and probably very startling to anyone who tries to stand in it. No, he's going to the hot tub's edge to dangle feet and tail in it while thinking. Having just come from the spa, he's wrapped in a bathrobe, warm and relaxed, with no need to go anywhere.

It's the perfect time and place to pull out a notebook and draw ideas for a costume. After all, it's only a few days until that big party, and he wants to make it fun!

Well, what are the odds of that. Sans cracks open an eye beneath the water, both surprised that Papyrus hasn't noticed him and also amused by the opportunity. At least, he assumes it's Papyrus - he hasn't seen any other long skeletons around.

So, Sans does what any self-respecting brother would do in this situation and grabs Papyrus's submerged leg like a zombie.

So far, incorporating the tail somehow is a must. There's all sorts of creatures with tails, and plenty of masks for all of them. But what would be best? Dogs are obviously out, and something that hides his crown would be best; not much of a masquerade if everyone can too easily see it's him. He jots a note about that, and then--- "AHHH!!!"

Notebook and arms go flying as something grabs him from the water, tugging him forward into it. "Don't take me, I'm too young to die!!"

Sans tugs his leg a little bit more, then emerges from the tub, geysering some left over water out through his teeth while drawling the word 'braiiiiins'. This is kind of a human joke, he guesses, since monsters don't leave bodies to become resurrected and brain hungry, but whatever. It's sort of topical.

Sup Papyrus your naked brother is here! And he's got your leg.

Once it's clear he's not being pulled into the hot tub's depths to be devoured, and that the mysterious threat is none other than Sans, Papyrus nudges his leg to the side to bop Sans in the head.

"Brother! What are you doing? Release my limb. And put some clothes on!!"

Donk. Sans lets go, putting his hand on his skull as if that bop actually did anything, though his expression is mostly filled with amusement. He sinks back into the water, looking a little mischievous.

"But then they'd get wet?" he says, playing dumb.

Ahhh, that familiar tone of voice. It's like the anti-balm to the soul, an irritant nonetheless comforting. Papyrus glares and stamps his feet, splashing and unapologetic for it.

"There are clothes that can get wet. Bathing suits!! With all these clothing stores... I'm sure you'd find something. Even with the tail obstacle!"

Sans finds his way to the side of the hot tub where the actual seats are, and leans across it like Mettaton would lean over a piano. His tail curls, splashing above the water and flicking some of it at Papyrus.

"No way, bro," he says. "I'm too self conscious about my bod."

Because naked is definitely better than wearing a swimsuit.

The way Sans sprawls across the seats, the top of his skull barely sticking out of the water like he's the world's palest and roundest crocodile... Papyrus glares at the ceiling instead of his brother's increasingly absurd poses.

Either way, he knows this bullshit dance. "You wouldn't be a conscious of it... if you couldn't see it!" Cool clothes are truly the solution to almost all of life's problems.

"Good idea, Papyrus," he drawls, laying back lethargically. "I guess I'll just close my eyes for a while."

And he does.

He gestures and grouses, deciding on "unconsciousness is not the solution to self-consciousness!"

But it's too late, the waters have taken his brother.

Some left-over air bubbles out of his nose hole. It seems like a pretty fine solution to him, all told.

If there's one thing that can be said for Sans, it's his dedication to a bit.

⇨ THE CELEBRATION

Hot tub, d61 - a quick thread of levity before their other talk

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