⇨ 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

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[pipers_son]

[Not seeming particularly bothered, Joker reaches over to take Brook by the skeletal wrist before he can shove what looks like a cream pastry of some sort into his mouth.]

Oi, mate, I think ya should watch what yer grabbin', 'cuz that's mine.

[swordfishtrombones]

Oh my, pardon me. That was not my intention.

[He leaned elegantly over and stuck a straw in Joker's drink, taking a long, slurping sip.]

Ahhhh!

[pipers_son]

[Purposefully an asshole, just plain smashed, or oblivious? Joker guesses he’ll get to find out.]

Y’know, outta curiosity, where’s yer drink and platter?

[swordfishtrombones]

[Frankly, it was not clear which of the plates piled up in front of Brook were his. Maybe all of them?]

Barmaiff! Moa frieff cheese, mleeb!

[He called enthusiastically, waving his skeletal arm at a woman with an armful of food who looked slightly weirded out.]

[pipers_son]

[Okay, yeah, definitely drunk, if Joker had to wager it, and he gives up as he snorts, leaning back.]

Don’t ya know that’s no way ta talk ta a lady? I mean, I don’t think she could understand ya anyway, but…

[swordfishtrombones]

[As if by magic, a plate of what looked like mozzerella sticks appeared on the table before them. Wait... she understood?!

'Of all the weirdos," the woman muttered as she went back to check on the rest of the bar.]

What? You're an unstoppable lady-killer? Girls fawn over your bangs?

[pipers_son]

[Truly, the cooks of this place suffer so much. Joker laughs, possibly at the poor girl's line of work, before he winks at him.]

What, don't girls fawn over yers?

[swordfishtrombones]

[If Brook had cheeks, he'd be blushing! ...He didn't have cheeks, and he was still somehow blushing as he clapped his bony fingers to his skull.]

Oh, you. Why, I haven't had bangs since I was a sprout!

Now I sprout different kinds of things...

[HOW ALARMING]

[pipers_son]

[Is there even any blood...? Wait, no, nevermind. You learn not to ask eventually. Joker just focuses on getting a new drink, laughing over the rim.]

Sir, ya don’t say! Would those things ya sprout be the kind ya can talk about in public?

[swordfishtrombones]

What? You want to see them?

[Oh, dear. But what could have been horrifying turned out to be not so bad as Brook reached plucked an odd-looking polka dot mushroom out from under his clothing.]

Here you go!

[pipers_son]

[This time, he can’t stop himself, buckling over a little bit as he laughs into his hand.]

Oh, I can see why they’re such trouble! What do ya do with somethin’ like that?