⇨ GAME START INTRO LOG!

[ringleaders]

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?

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.

Comments

pre-orientation

[atouts]

[ Unfortunately, Childermass has already had that terrible first impression thanks to Gilgamesh. It's a first impression he managed to survive, however, and eventually go on his way, only to find himself right back by the same tent again. It would seem the trailers are somewhat harder to find than he'd first thought.

There is no surly dragon man lingering nearby this time, though, which he is grateful for. Instead, there's a completely different person! Which may not be better at all, for how the Doctor looks just as bizarre as Gilgamesh had. Still, directions would be nice. He'll shift directions towards the Doctor and his chair, walking up quietly behind the reading man.

If the Doctor is too engrossed in his comic book, Childermass will stand there for a moment or two, waiting, but he will eventually clear his throat to get his attention. ]

[trustme]

[ Childermass doesn't have to wait too long to be noticed. Doctor has a big laugh at the comic book and he spots him when he throws his head back to chuckle loudly. ]

Ah! Hello there! You must be new. Can I help you in any way?

[atouts]

[ There's a pause, where he gives the Doctor a funny look, mostly one of surprise. Another Englishman? From the sound of it, possibly. The ones who look so much less human are more difficult to judge. ]

Ah, yes. [ Is what comes after the pause. ] Very new. If you could point me in the proper direction of the trailers, I would very much appreciate it.

[trustme]

[ The Doctor has received too many funny looks in his years to really notice them any more. He hops to his feet and points. ]

Of course! Right this way. The trailers are all hidden behind the big top. What number did you get?

[atouts]

[ He'll glance off towards the big top, the way the Doctor points. ]

Behind there? [ Well, that makes sense. That's just about the only place he hasn't been. ] It would be trailer nineteen, though how many are even back there, I do not know.

[trustme]

Sixty two. There are sixty two in total- Hold on. Nineteen?

[ He throws his hands up in excitement. ]

Let me lead you there myself! I'm your new trailermate! [ He turns back around to fold up his chair and gather all the papers and spare blankets in his arms. ]

[atouts]

[ ...God save him, he actually has to live with one of these people? Really? He'll do his best not to outright scowl at the poor Doctor as he bundles up his things, but he hardly looks pleased. ]

I see. [ It's a good neutral statement for all things he wishes to appear neutral on. ] Ah, are these trailers very... big?

[trustme]

What do you consider big? They're not mansions but they're bigger on the inside. Not. As much as I'm used to. That's besides the point. There's a kitchen, washroom, bedroom, humble lab area.

[atouts]

I tend not to take up much space on my own, so enough room to not trip over one another. That big.

[ Humble lab area sounds very suspect, but he'll hold on to judgement until he actually sees what the Doctor means by that. ]

[trustme]

There's plenty of room by that standard.

Ah! And here's the trailer area. The backyard. As you can see, there's actually a nice variety in decoration and design between each one. The Ringmaster has been collecting them over several decades.

Number nineteen is in the next to last row of the smaller trailers, next to left most. Further back you'll find the Supervisor trailers.