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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. |
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Only then will he stop puffing away on the pipe.
"Of course. I've made myself comfortable in far worse places. If anything, I would call this one of the easier ones for it."
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"Oh really? And what worse situations have you found yourself in?"
He doesn't care that he hasn't been invited, he sits down in a nearby chair backwards, so as not to crush the wings sprouting from his back.
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"Ships with not enough room, horse stables, cold places in the middle of nowhere. A crowded hall is, at least, a warm hall." Meaning the cookhouse. "Now, from the look of you, should I take it that you work here, sir?"
Or have worked here, in any case. It's not as though Childermass might deny working here now, as well.
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"What gave me away?"
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"The outfit, of course," he'll say dryly, after taking the pipe back out from between his teeth. "Very suited to a circus."
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"Of course, my clothes, there such an obvious sign."
He sticks his hand out, clearly expecting Childermass to shake it. "I'm The Psiioniic."
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And since he's taking that as a good sign, he has to problem with bringing his feet down off the table, to sit a little more properly, and reach out to shake Psi's hand.
"John Childermass," he returns the introduction with his own, followed by a short pause before he curiously adds, "I've been puzzling over this all night. Is it particularly rude to ask about someone's wings?"
Along with basically someone's everything else.
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"It sort of depends? Most people don't mind too much. They know you guys aren't used to the sights of this place yet. Some of the people here are total grumps though. Good rule of thumb is if someone's scowling don't bother."
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"Nah." he comments, with a shrug. "I mean it's not impossible for a troll to pupate wings, but it is pretty unusual."
He turns around his wings spreading out into an x shape as he shows them off for the moment. They translucent with thing membranes, they really do resemble a bee's in appearance.
"They're pretty cool though, right?"
Even though he can't wear shirts with backs anymore, he still likes them. Of course with his wings spread like that the fae mark on his back is visible as well. It's an intricate geometric design in colored in a shade of magenta that looks suprisingly bright on his dark grey skin.
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He isn't, however, and would be shocked that he'd be considered so compared to, well, just look at Psi. One can't really compare an Englishman in a shabby black coat to a glowing troll with bee wings, can they?
"Cool?" His brow furrows for a second, the term puzzling. It doesn't quite mean the same thing to him as it does to the Psiioniic, but he'll let it slide. "They're fascinating, I'll give you that. So if they are not natural, is that to mean you got them from here?"
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"Yeah, they were a gift for my amazing leadership abilities." It's said like a joke, but he does genuinely believe he is a good leader, so it isn't a joke really. "Stick around here long enough and everyone get's something. I didn't glow in the dark before coming here either, and I only had two of these."
He moves his hands up to wipe his bangs aside, revealing the second set of eyes resting above his first. "They were always this color though."
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"Might I ask how long you have been here?"
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"Why? Worried about what you'll turn into?"
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"I guess what I was leaving behind was more worrisome than anything I could have gained here." It's vague, but not a lie either.
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"That's what most people worry about when they start here, well, if they aren't worried about the ringmaster's motives or something like that. We should probably put it into a welcome pamphlet or something."
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While he can imagine why others might question it, he doubts he would ever honestly give them the time of day for it. If they are stuck here, then there is a reason for it and it's liable to be on them.