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lostcarnival2016-10-15 06:47 pm
ringleaders) wrote in lostcarnival2016-10-15 06:47 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- alois trancy,
- archer,
- bonnie,
- elizabeth comstock,
- gilgamesh,
- ginko,
- greg universe,
- jajo,
- john childermass,
- lauren,
- mitsuki izumi,
- mutou yuugi,
- natsu,
- nona1,
- papyrus,
- peridot,
- pidge gunderson,
- son goku,
- spyro,
- steven universe,
- susan,
- tanyuu karibusa,
- the doctor,
- the psiioniic,
- yotsuba tamaki,
- yukine miyazawa
⇨ GAME START INTRO LOG!
Who: EVERYONE!
When: NOW!
Where: Around the carnival grounds, and in the Cookhouse.
What: Carnival worker orientation, Ringmaster style.
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, maybe drugs. Other things?
When: NOW!
Where: Around the carnival grounds, and in the Cookhouse.
What: Carnival worker orientation, Ringmaster style.
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, maybe drugs. Other things?
BRAVE NEW WORLD↴ ► THE NEW: It doesn't matter when you entered the tent to discuss your new contract with the Ringmaster, you exit it beneath a blanket of stars. Pointedly alien stars at that - currently the carnival grounds are being treated to a show of shooting stars, and what appear to be unnaturally large and living green moons hanging just a bit too close. The carnival was bustling when you entered, but now it's in the latter stages of being shut down for the night. If you manage to find a clock, it states that it's around 8PM. Workers from during the day will be passing through the grounds, attending to various pieces of business. None of them will seem very surprised or concerned by the goings on, though some may be sympathetic enough to pause and answer your questions. If you put some effort into finding out how it became nighttime, you may discover that it's been anywhere from a few hours to 7 days since you originally signed your contract. Someone may explain to you that it was probably some kind of time bubble, meant to keep you out of the way until the Ringmaster had time to deal with you. Every few minutes another new person will pop out of the tent, looking just as confused and under the impression that they had only just finished discussing things with the Ringmaster. Weird. She passed you a note before you left. Opening it up, you'll see you've been assigned a trailer number, and been given the instructions to drop off any excess belongings and do what you can to get settled in. You have until exactly 9:36PM to do so, because that's when you'll be expected to attend what is listed only as "WORKER'S ORIENTATION". This is, perhaps, more abrupt than you were expecting - but what can you do? You're here for the long haul. ► THE OLD: If you've ever seen a mass recruitment before, then this is no surprise. People enter the tent when they're recruited, and then sometimes how up again days later when the Ringmaster is ready for them. She isn't a big fan of wasting her time on individual orientations when she's expecting a crowd. Maybe you're too jaded to all of this to care much, but you'll see the newbies wandering around, probably confused and maybe a bit lost. Maybe you're the kind whose is sympathetic enough to pause your role in clean up and give them some directions, and maybe a word of confidence. Maybe you'll just jeer at them, because you're some kind of asshole. Either way, you expect you'll have the chance to see them later tonight. Whether by world of mouth, radio, or written note, supervisors will be passing out the following message: all workers are to report to the Cookhouse at 9:36PM sharp for "orientation." If you are at all familiar with how things go around here, you probably have a good idea of what this implies. Mandatory Karaoke Night. MANDATORY KARAOKE NIGHT!!!↴  At 9:36PM, the main dining hall of the Cookhouse will be found heavily decorator with various coloured lights and at least one disco ball made of what is ostensibly high karat gems. There are a bunch of cushions and additional seating set up along with the usual tables, and at the head of the call there is a state set up - a karaoke stage. For veteran workers, this is no surprise. Karaoke nights are fairly frequent as activities go, even if they are not usually mandatory. Some of you probably have signature songs already prepared. The karaoke machine is set up with mostly karaoke tracks that would be popular in the 90's and 00's on the average modern earth, with a few that are more recent. It also has some other random stuff from other worlds that people rarely sing because they are confusing and in languages no one understands. Here is a big karaoke list for your inspiration! The more stereotypically karaoke the better. Beyond that, there is plenty of food and snacks that were prepared by the cooks earlier, as well as a bar set up for alcohol and other vices. The selection is, as most things in the carnival, eclectic. Music will be played in between if nobody is singing, and otherwise veterans are encouraged to bring along their own fun and show the newbies a good time. The Ringmaster does ask that vets attempt to be courteous to their new coworkers. It's just being a good host. |
dogsong intensifies
Things she is not used to: THAT.
"Ow ow OW!"
The whole of Tanyuu's tail crumples up into a startled lump, and her forward bit wobbles before falling back onto herself in a bit of a panic. And unfortunately for her, a good chunk of those sandwiches are still hidden underneath the mess of naga, and the pack can almost certainly still smell them. It's a good thing she knows these dogs well enough, or she might be terrified.
"SANS! Would you please remind your dogs that I am not food!"
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Sans appears from nowhere at the sound of her call, patting the two dogs nearest to him on the heads.
"Heh. Slow down, buds. You gotta ask nicely before you check people out."
He looks up at her and shrugs helplessly.
"Sorry. Sandwich trajectories are so unpredictable."
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"With as often as you play 'fetch' with them, I'd have hoped your aim would improve a little bit."
She's soon enough slithered her way off the sandwiches and around the small group, leaving the spot clear.
"There, now you can eat, you silly things!"
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Sans watches them, grinning, and shrugs a little in response.
"It's an imprecise art. Gotta keep 'em entertained, right?" He pauses for a moment, and then adds: "Sorry 'bout the tail, though."
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Tanyuu sighs and shrugs, flexing the bits of her tail that were stomped on.
"I'll live. It was more startling than anything else. I know you weren't aiming for me." Sans might be a jokester, but he's not malicious with it.
She smiles then, folding her arms comfortably across her middle. "So, any troublemakers yet among our new recruits?"
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"Perhaps we should start putting warning signs up. 'Think before you swing', or something along those lines." She pauses then, and frowns a little at Sans. "'Another' murder child? I don't remember any particularly bloodthirsty children around before."
Odd, yes. But not violent.
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"You could say I had a bit of a problem with them back home. I know the type." There is a dark look in his eyes, despite the fact that his mouth is still in the shape of a smile. "When you look like me, some people get the idea that it's okay to kill you."
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"...well, not everyone. Some of us simply start yelling and accidentally throw you into a tent." A wry smile crosses her face. "Hopefully your problems will not become even more of a pattern, though. I would truly hate to see you hurt."
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"...Not so worried about myself. But there's plenty of good folks around here that don't deserve that kind of thing. Especially all the way out here."
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"I appreciate your concern," oh, she knows she's one of the ones he's worried about, "but spare a little care for yourself as well. Where would we be without our Warden, after all?"
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"Heh. Yeah, good one."
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"...Fair enough."