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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. |
the new
The smell of burning tobacco follows him as he walks over. Since leaving the tent himself, he's lit up his pipe and, for the moment, holds it to one side so he's free to speak without the bit in the way.
"Hello again, Miss Elizabeth."
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"And you, too, Mr. Childermass." Was he stuck here like she was, somehow wrangled into working for the carnival? "How did they get you?"
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"They did not," he admits after a brief pause. "I was here on business from the very beginning. It was my own choice to remain."
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"Oh- that's why you took the Roads." That made sense. So he'd traveled here willingly. She'd just found herself here, more or less. "Meanwhile, I've a debt to repay."
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In a roundabout fashion, true, but he had already guessed most of the carnival was a fool's game to begin with. Chances are that's why they parted ways at the gamer's circle.
"A year and a day, is it?"
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"...July 6th, 1912. Why?"
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"I'm trying to discern if all contracts last the same amount, that is all. Did you say 1912? 1912 where?"
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"When and where are you from then, Mr. Childermass?"
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"1817, Yorkshire." So, almost a hundred years between them. "Would Columbia happen to be somewhere in the Americas?"
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"It was. I confess, Mr. Childermass, I never got to actually experience Columbia before today. But from what I know of the city, it floats. Originally, it was created for the World's Fair, but they seceded." She was a wealth of information about pretty much everything.
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"It floats," Childermass can't help but repeat that, looking down at her with mild surprise. "A floating city that seceded from America?"
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"It's something like a city-state now. This man, Father Comstock, he runs the city, claiming he's a prophet. But that's where I'm from, in a manner of speaking." She was hardly from Columbia so much as she was from her tower.
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"New magicians? Is there a difference between the new and the old?"
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Now, how to explain? She'd seen things now in Columbia that she couldn't unsee. Heard things, and come to understand that the books in her tower were just propaganda. "Comstock isn't a good person, Mr. Childermass."
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It is a tale that could span up to eight-hundred and something pages of a book, even!
"Nor am I, for all you know," Childermass claims, with no real indication if he might be joking or if he is being serious. "Being fascinating and being good are hardly mutual. You don't believe him because you dislike him?"
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She refuses to believe it.
"No," she says, "I didn't say that. Just that he's not a good person- he claims that the Angel of Columbia spoke to him, and he uses that to justify some awful, awful things. He's- he's the one that had me locked in my tower." She knew that much about her own life. But nothing more.
"And I don't believe any sort of holy being would ever want to harm people."
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Why wouldn't a holy being be as awful as the rest? But he's never met an angel, so he cannot say. He's more inclined to believe in Comstock being terrible, though, if he's prone to locking young ladies up in towers, and so he concedes with a slight nod of his head.
"Sounds like a man to be avoided, then, regardless of what he claims to be."
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"As we all have somewhere else to be, and soon."
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"Do you have any idea what karaoke is, Mr. Childermass?" She sets off towards the tents.
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That word, though...
"Karaoke?" He hasn't the faintest idea, although he can make a guess and say, "I do not know, but it sounds dreadful."
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"Well, whatever it is, it's mandatory, so I hope it isn't too bad." She liked to remain optimistic about things like this. It couldn't be worse than some of the things she'd seen. And in only twelve hours, she'd seen some things.