⇨ THE CELEBRATION

[ringleaders]

Who: Everyone, especially YOU.
When: Day 60 - Day 65
Where: The Celebration
What: The carnival workers are invited to spend the week within the realm of the Celebration, the grounds of a party that has been going on for centuries. Accommodations are luxurious, but those with keen instincts might notice something off about this whole arrangement... (Questions can go to the original setting post!)
Warnings: Booze, drugs, sex, and everything in between.

THE CELEBRATION↴ If you observe that the layout of the Celebration grounds seem inconsistent, then you would be correct. In reality, what lies at the end of each corridor depends largely on what the guests of the Celebration want at the time - if a few people find themselves craving a drink, a bar may appear. If a group finds themselves wanting to dance, a club will open up. This goes on at all hours of the night, and given how many dedicated partiers fill the building, the services are well used. It isn't instantaneous, and the Host has to consciously decide to provide that service, but the changes are fast none-the-less. ► ROOMS: Each trailer pair will be assigned a room to themselves - whether or not it has two double beds or a single king sized bed seems essentially random. Hopefully you aren't too sensitive about keeping that space to yourself. The curtains at the far side of the room don't actually lead outside, but instead to a walk-in closet filled with the Host's best guesses at the type of clothing you might like. They may not hit the nail on the head, but at the very least all the clothing will be in your size. The styles could be just about anything, from any universe, but they do tend to average out to clothing that is Earth-ish. Either that, or clothing that looks like they are meant for elves from a high fantasy novel to wear. ► SHOPPING: If none of your pre-picked outfits tickle your fancy, plenty of boutiques and clothing shops can also be found around the grounds - whatever you're thinking of, you'll probably be able to find a shop appropriate for it eventually. Though, maybe it doesn't really count as shopping if you don't have to pay for any of the things you take back to your room with you? Unfortunately, from the sounds of it, you won't be allowed to drag all of your haul back to the carnival with you, so you better enjoy it while you can. ► DINING: There is no daily schedule to follow, after you arrive. You are free to attend the dining room whenever you wish, and will be seated at large round tables with whoever else may be around at the time, and can either order from the menu or most dishes you may think of off the top of your head. If you don't like the fine dining experience, there are also a selection of smaller cafes and eateries that open and close at varying times of day - and, of course, you can always call for room service. ► ENTERTAINMENT: There is plenty of live music around the grounds (not that you can ever seem to remember who the performers were afterwards) whether it comes to harp music while you eat or a full set of DJs in the club you found. If you are inclined to look for them, you may also find some cozy lounges with big screen TVs, and access to a multi-universal quantity of films. What's there or isn't there is unpredictable, but if you come from a standard variety of Earth you probably recognize some of them. ► SUBSTANCES: You don't have to be coy about it - just ask one of your servers, and you'll be able to get whatever kind of vices you might be craving. Drugs, alcohol, ice cream... it's all good. If this sounds like a nightmare for potential addicts, you would be correct. It's not uncommon to see people clearly over-indulging in certain locations, though guests are usually escorted back to their rooms if they take ill - only to see them back at it again the next day. ► SPA DAY: If you'd like to take a swim, pools of various aesthetics are easy to find. So are hot tubs, and saunas, and Host servants who are willing to give you a massage or manicure. If the party crowd isn't your scene, there are plenty of more low-key opportunities to indulge. ► GREENSPACE: There is one park area on the grounds, which appears to be constructed on the rooftops of other parts of the complex. While there are trees and greenery, there is no real sky that you can see - only the illusion of one. It may start to occur to you over time that no window or rooftop actually leads to any kind of outdoors. The Celebration really is there only thing here. These are really just examples, and you can get creative with what kind of services you find offered while here, when it comes to generally mundane comforts. It really feels like the Host wants to win you over, as if you staying just a little longer has some sort of intrinsic appeal.

Comments

[whattaprick]

.wandering.
Lambert flatly rejects sleeping in the same bed as his roommate -- but he's more happy to accept the change of clothes offered to him. It's ridiculously impractical, and that's why he likes it; he can only imagine what kind of reaction the other Witchers would have to it. The only way it could be more heinous is if it was made out of the most garish velvet he could find.

He can be found at the shops, trying on progressively ridiculous outfits on and egging on other people to do the same. He doesn't understand the entertainment section at all, but it's fascinating to see the moving pictures on the immense screens. He does find an arcade game that pits you in a 'sword fight' with a mechanical dummy, so he's entertaining himself by wailing on the poor thing with a foam blade and making the thing vomit up an endless amount of tickets which he's ignoring for now.

.party hard.
Of course, that only serves to keep him occupied for so long. He's not into dancing at all, but he readily samples alcohol and substances as they're offered to him -- not that it seems to affect him too much. He's mingling with a loosely-knot group of partygoers; at one point, he leans in to whisper something into one woman's ear, only for her to shriek in scandalized delight and dump her drink all over him.

While she huffs away to join her friends, it doesn't seem to worry him -- he strips his shirt and jacket off, leaving the wicked scarring on his torso exposed except for the heavy medallion around his neck -- and wanders back to sprawl over one of the couches. Catching sight of a familiar face, he smirks and waves a hand lazily.

"Good party, huh?"

.wildcard.
Choose your own scenario!

/parties moderately

[mildwildchild]

"Um, maybe? I guess."

Jamie doesn't look that thrilled to be here, probably because he isn't. There's too many people doing too many weird things and he's really not even sure he should be in this kind of place at all. On the other hand, staying in his room would be boring. He's wearing a truly horrible neon jacket/red pants/boots combo and an ugly bucket hat which doesn't entirely hide the small horns sprouting from his forehead and a new set of vaguely cow-like ears.

"Are you having fun?" he asks, noticing Lambert's scars about this time and eyeing them with a sort of horrified fascination.

Jonathan Strange | open!

[kingsroads]

days 60-62: exploring
The first two days Strange spends exploring. After all, new place! New things to explore and new things to try out! He wants to take in as much of the Celebration as possible, so everything's taken in bite-sized chunks, Strange staying at one place for a few hours or so before boredom or his lack of an attention span draw him somewhere else instead.

The entertainment section is...interesting? Truth be told, everything's a little bit too loud and a little bit too noisy and Strange is a little too old-fashioned for some aspects of the celebration. The most he'll do is play a few rounds of Skee Ball and try to cheat at a few more rounds of Skee Ball. Needless to say, Strange can be found arguing with some poor Host servant at some point because no, he wants to know if there's a library, surely a place this vast and interesting had to have books, right? Needless to say, the gossip magazines that get shoved at him aren't what Strange expects when he thinks of 'reading material', but he'll read Fantasy Cosmo all the same.

He'll try a little bit of everything food, drink, and substance wise, mostly because hey! New experiences! Why not! Just ignore the fact that your drink was supposed to have a pineapple ring in it, huh, where'd that go, Strange certainly has no idea, it's not like he magically made the pineapple vanish because he's ridiculously petty and has got a bit of a thing against the fruit.

days 63-65: here comes the grump police
Strange's absent-mindedness has worked for everybody's benefit during this event. Because whoops, he straight up left that cursed object he bought in Atlantis back at the Carnival. Good news? Of course, that still doesn't change the fact that he's got a nagging little voice in the back of his head telling him hey, might be a good idea to check on that cursed object in the first place except wait a moment, these people won't let him leave the damn Celebration, even for a few moments.

Needless to say, it's been a few days in and Strange is all over the emotional spectrum. The occasional reminders about that blackened ointment act as a cold dash of water to whatever wonderful mood Strange gets in, souring his mood completely. He'll turn on a dime from zero to a hundred back to zero real quick. Right now, he's more on the grumpy end of things. If he could just check on things back in his trailer then surely he would feel better, right? After all, he doesn't want to feel this irritable...does he?

As he spots someone he knows, he waves them over with a frown. "Are you sure there's no way for us to return to the Carnival? It would just be for a moment, I simply need to check on something I left."

wildcard!
come at me y'all, it's a wildcard

you goddamn pineapple thief

[whattaprick]

At this point, Lambert is comfortably boozed, but not so much so that he doesn't notice when something is missing. Like the little yellow ring of ... something that was floating in his violently pink cocktail. He squints at it suspiciously, using the plastic straw to cautiously poke at it (he hadn't used it all night, setting it aside to quaff his girly drink like a grown man).

"Hey," he drawls, using his elbow to nudge Strange roughly. They are, despite the hour, in a remarkably accurate depiction of a tropical beach -- not that Lambert would know what that looks like, never having been to one in his life. Despite the brilliance of the light, he doesn't seem to be developing actual sunburn, possibly because it's coming from a round globe installed in a painted sky overhead. The sound of gently crashing surf is being piped through unseen speakers, and a wave pool is generating remarkably convincing waves.

And yes, he's lost his shirt again.

"Hey," he nudges Strange again, heedless of whether or not he responded the first time. "What happened to my drink?"

[amusicaladventure]

Poolside

Ridiculous point number one: Cats weren't supposed to like water.

Ridiculous point number two: They had JUST LEFT UNDERWATER OH MY GOD

And yet nevertheless, Ash was in her element, splashing about in a pool in a crazy-skimpy bikini -- and in large part that was why she was in her element. Not about to judge anyone else for their vices, she was cheerfully glad to indulge in her own... the more so since she hadn't managed in forever. Putting herself out there in all her Amazonian glory seemed like a good way, right?

...Okay. That was half of it. The half of it she'd probably admit to anyone who asked. But no one watching her needed to be a keen study of the catgirl mind to tell she was genuinely enjoying herself, kicking around in the pool and jumping off the diving board, and going down the waterslide a few dozen times. If anyone catches her at the bottom of it, she'll totally deny that yelling was her.

Entertainment.

Silly party dimension. Ash wasn't here for entertainment. Ash WAS the entertainment.

...uh, not in that filthy way you're thinking of, you perv.

Hijacking the stage, Ash hijacked the music as well will a simple tap of her foot and a snap of her fingers that brought a corona of light swirling around her and filled the air with bass and synth. She conducted the music for the crowd with waves of her hands and jabs of her fingers, and with every motion lights flashed in different colors and laser beams swept across the room and the crowd.

When she brought it to a halt at last, and hopped off the stage back onto the floor, her face was flushed and her eyes radiant with exhilaration. Not from the music, but from the attention.

Wildcard.

Ash was not indulging in drugs and drink, nor going too crazy -- but she was pretty easy to catch if you wanted her.

poolside!

[kingsroads]

Strange can't swim. Really, the most he could do swim-wise is mimic how he got around in Atlantis which would most likely prove to be a disaster due to the fact that he's got legs now. Because of that, he is not dressed for swimwear in the slightest, instead wearing clothing as close to his normal 1800s attire as he could find, just with an added pair of tacky, anachronistic sunglasses.

He had been taking a little catnap in a lounge chair by the pool but Ash's cheerful yell of fun pulled him out of that nap fairly quick. Taking the sunglasses off, he walked over towards the edge of the pool, being careful not to get wet, slip, or fall into the pool. "You look like you're having fun," he can't help but tease with a small laugh, as Ash popped her head out of the pool.

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

All Around

Zecora paced carefully through the crowded halls and overly-energetic rooms with a purpose, and that purpose was to check on the people under her care. The zebra had absolutely no illusions that a great number of people were doing a great deal of harm to themselves here -- just looking around at the glassy-eyed revelers, the junkies too strung-out to do anything but lift their hands for their substance of choice, the people at the dining tables on their fourth helpings of dessert.

She was going to have to fix so much damage when this was done, and it had her in a particularly foul mood that showed only in her blank yellow eyes as they shone from beneath the depths of their hood.

But she didn't have a word to say to anyone unless they were clearly ill or needed her help. Who was she to judge? People, like ponies, had to learn their lessons in their own time, and no lecture from her would change anypony's minds. All she would do, instead, was seek out those from the carnival in real danger of causing themselves harm and put a stop to it if she could.

Definitely a party pooper.

Food.

...Grim nature aside, Zecora found one niche in this crazy dimension she could support fully, which was the dining.

Though as a rule she tried to keep to herself, grabbing a seat next to Zecora would be none too difficult for anypony who tried, as the zebra herself munched on a delicious pita filled with a variety of leaves. (She WAS, after all... a zebra.)

Room.

The vast majority of Zecora's time, as anypony who knew her ought to expect, was spent in her room curled up with a good book, waiting for this whole 'treat' to be over so they could get back to work. That was where she could be found, if she was needed. (She didn't expect to be wanted during all this.)

room, sorry boss

[whattaprick]

Unfortunately, Zecora's solitude isn't meant to last. A few days into their stay at the celebration, she'll find a series of thumps at her door -- like someone's bashing their fist against it.

"Room service!" That definitely doesn't sound like it could be one of the servants, which appear mostly unsolicited and silent. Lambert also doesn't actually know what 'room service' is, so he doesn't have food or anything like that, but it occurs to him he hasn't really seen hide nor hair of one of his bosses in a few days, and in some abstract way that doesn't seem right.

If she doesn't answer her door, he'll move on to trying the handle, his outfit of the day eye-searingly shimmery under the hallway lights.

Yuugi Mutou | open

[toogoodtoopure]

shopping and dining

Browsing the merket in Atlantis had been fun and, honestly, it's the most appealing thing right now. They're going to be stuck here for a while and he had packed a few things, it wasn't enough for a whole week. Besides; it's fun! And, to be honest, he hasn't had this much fun trying on clothes since figuring out the style that he wore during Battle City. Yuugi can be found trying on a variety of clothes - especially to see if they fit his digitigrade pawed legs - but most of it can only be described as...punk. Cuffs and chains and ripped clothes, eyeliner. The works. Hey, he's not a guy who's shy about the way he dresses, or at least not as much as he used to be.

A bit later on in the week, there's a piece of clingfilm wrapped around his wrist as he sits at one of the small cafes, leaning his head on his other hand and quietly gnawing the straw leading to a tall milkshake, an empty plate in front. Upon closer inspection, that is indeed what you think it is. Feel free to lecture, but he made his choice. He glances up, ears flicking back before he relaxes and smiles.

"Hey, doing some shopping yourself?"


entertainment [substance warning]

Later on in the week, you enter the bar and...it's a ball pit (cw for flashing gif). Half a million balls on a LED dancefloor, a DJ playing some kind of mix of electronica and punk music and a bar at the other side of the pit. You don't know what the hell they're serving, but it tastes fruity and delicious and sweet when you get it, almost sinfully good.

Then, hands come up out of the ball pit and Yuugi hoists himself up onto the edge, leaning forward to gain the attention of the barman with a wave before he notices who's next to him. He beams and smiles, mouthing a 'hello' around the loud music and jabbing his thumb back over his shoulder, obviously indicating if you want to join him in the ball pit once your drink is finished. There's a look in his eyes that suggests you might not have much of any other option, wild and untamed as he grins toothily and pushes himself back into the pit.


wildcard

[Hit me! On an ooc note: I am expected to go back into hospital within the next couple of weeks, so I apologize in advance for any sort of slowness]

ball pit

[waitingforplayer2]

There he is. She smiles and crouches down next to the ballpit, setting her drink down carefully by its side.

"I've been looking for you." It's hard to hear over the pulsating music, but with both their ears, it's doable.

Her eyes are shining and her smile is just as wide as she looks at him. He looks strange and untame. It's exciting.

STEVEN UNIVERSE | OPEN [CW: UNINTENTIONAL DRUG USE]

[starseedling]

► DAY 1-2: AN INNOCUOUS START
Over the first couple days in the Celebration, Steven will be having fun in all the ways you'd expect a kid like him to, when given free reign of an extremely fancy hotel. He'll be absolutely calling in room service on the first night (complete with free ice), just because he can, and sometime after that he'll be hitting the pool - if he knows you, there are good odds that he'll try to drag you along to have some fun in the water. You'd think he'd have had enough of water by now, after Atlantis, but you don't understand, this place has a waterslide!

He doesn't have much interest in any of the adult heavy zones, because he knows that he's too young for that, and Greg is with him a lot of the time anyway. He's not the kind of kid who craves the opportunity to resist authority, and so he'll pretty much police himself when it comes to staying away from the stuff he knows isn't for him. That doesn't mean, however, that he won't try to pull his adult friends (and otherwise) into doing silly kid stuff with him.

One of the movie rooms ends up getting hooked up to play video games on the big screen, courtesy of the Host, and Steven will be excited to get in some play time since he really hasn't ever since he arrived at the carnival. He'll be eager to show his less game-familiar comrades what the games are like, and to go easy on them as they learn. Steven is actually really good at video games, apparently, which makes him tough to beat even if you are familiar with that stuff.

Late at night on day two, he'll be trying to invite friends back to his and Greg's room so that they can have a "sleep over" - which mostly means that he'll be trying to do your hair and fingernails with the beauty supplies that he finds in the room.

Though it's difficult to sleep over when some of his friends don't actually sleep.

► DAY 3-5: THINGS START GETTING WEIRD
It's at some point during late day 3 at the Celebration that things start going wrong. His first mistake was starting to buddy up with some of the existing party guests, some elves closer to his own age who have been partying for some time already. At first he can barely believe that they've been there are long as they indicate, which they seem to take as a challenge to show him their ways. Steven is ever so open to learning about new people - anyone who knows him could tell you that. It's just that, this time, that turns out to be a bad thing.

He ends up staying out all of the third night, without even thinking about going back to his room. He's tired by the end of it, but him and his new pals just end up passing out in a common area where they could easily be stumbled upon - Steven alone with a group of seemingly much older teens. You could try to lure him back, but it seems harder to reason with him than usual.

It isn't long before he ends up going totally incommunicado with most of his friends, winding half naked and covered with woven flowers, appearing briefly in public areas before disappearing with the gaggle of teens. He hasn't really thought about where any of his people are for a while now - it's getting harder to think about a lot of things, with the way his mind is constantly overwhelmed by the half-lucid emotions of other party guests, which only amplified the party's effects on his own moods.

Even if Steven was inclined to remember, his companions have zero interest in helping him to. It's much easier to suggest he get rid of his headaches with their favourite brews - advice that he takes without much hesitation, unfortunately. After that, absolutely everything is a blur.

► AND THE REST
This is more or less a broad outline of what Steven will be up to, and you can insert you character into any one of the scenarios I've described. Your character is also free to try to wrassle him away from his elf friends if they notice their inappropriate behaviour - I'm flexible. If you'd like to plot out something specific, hit me up on Plurk or by PM!

Day 3

[mildwildchild]

Two things catch Jamie's attention about the bunch of elf kids: they're being kind of chill, and the little mossy lion boy from the carnival is hanging out with them.

"Hey. What's goin' on?" he asks, in a brilliant attempt at being cool.

Jamie, OTA

[mildwildchild]

Uh, wow. This is a lot of...it's just a lot. Jamie is immediately both fascinated and uncomfortable, because like most teens he's attracted to debauchery, but like most introverts he finds the crush of people and activity daunting.

His clothing is horrifying, but he doesn't seem to really notice. Were these the garments provided in his room, or some he picked out himself? It's unclear. He's also probably wearing a hat of some kind, but neither it nor the nightmare-inducing barrage of colors adorning his wardrobe quite manage to conceal or detract from the newest additions to his anatomy: the soft, floppy calf-like ears in place of his own perfectly good ones, and two small, slightly upturned horns budding from his forehead.

FOOD!
Well, you can't really go wrong with food, right? Jamie's perusing a fancy sort of buffet flanked by exotic, illuminated ice sculptures and sporting an impressive variety of delicacies, none of which Jamie can readily identify but which he assumes must be edible in some capacity. He is hungry, and a teenager, so he's ready to try just about anything - his plate is currently loaded with some kind of sliced, spicy-smelling meat, some steamed roots in an attractive shade of violet, and three or four massive rolls sprinkled with toasted seeds - but even he has to draw a line somewhere.

"Is - is that moving?" he asks, staring at one of the exquisitely-prepared entrees on display.

ENTERTAINMENT!
The lounge areas are sort of interesting just for the sheer variety of weird artifacts to be found there. Roughly 90% of the materials Jamie has come across so far have been completely inscrutable, having been produced by and for cultures vastly different from his own; the remaining 10% seem to be primarily a mixed bag of romcoms, period dramas, action flicks, and very dated-looking science fiction. There are no reading materials aside from a small variety of entertainment periodicals on little tablet-like devices; Jamie wastes some time perusing an issue of PuLsE! [sic], a magazine dedicated to covering "Tera's hottest bands!!!" [sic], this issue in particular reviewing "Pride and Virgo's Summer/Fall 2054 lineup!!!" [sic], but stops reading once he reaches the section on Flashstep, as he can imagine nothing more repugnant than a boy band, with the possible exception of being in a boy band.

Currently he's watching a movie about angry birds, looking both incredulous and intrigued (but mostly incredulous). "Is...is this a documentary?" he asks the person sitting next to him. "Because I knew Earth was kind of a hole, but I wasn't sure if all the stories about animals killing people were real or not."

AVOIDANCE!
It doesn't take very long for Jamie to decide he's had enough of this noisy, pushy, overly-enthusiastic group of people (some of whom have formed an enormous conga line, and Jamie hates those), and after a little wandering he manages to find a relatively quiet corner in the park area to escape from the bulk of the partygoers. There are some surprisingly comfortable benches and lounge chairs here beside a pond filled with metallic-blue lilypads and some sort of waterfowl whose plumage seems to be made primarily of multicolored smoke. It's bizarre, but peaceful.

At the approach of other people, he looks up from the near-doze he's fallen into while ensconced on one of the lounges. Recognizing someone else from around the carnival, he pushes himself into a more upright position and briefly tugs off his hat to run a hand through his hair. "Are you getting as tired of this as I am?"

WILDCARD!
Invent your own! :V

Entertainment!

[puddingemote]

Tamaki isn't totally sure how he ended up here, watching this terrible movie and munching on one of his seemingly never-ending pudding cups, but he is here. He's a little surprised at the question (this guy looks pretty human, but doesn't seem to know anything about earth; weird), but answers anyway.

"It's fake. Bad animation." Like real bad. All the birds in this movie look pasted on the screen. "But animals might kill you." If you provoke them or something.

[puddingemote]

A: Dining

Tamaki wasn't too sure about this place at first, but now that he's found the dining room, he's pretty content. For now, he's swapped his normal hoodie and t-shirt for an outfit that's a bit less casual, and has ordered a huge amount of food, a little over half of it different kinds of desserts.

He doesn't seem to know to know what to dig into first, moving haphazardly from dish to dish with a flurry of his fork. And when he sees what's coming for the person who unfortunately has to sit across from him, his eyes light up and he leans forward across the table.

"What's that?"

B: Substance (??????) Abuse

When one of the servers asked him if he wanted absolutely anything he could think of, of course the first thing Tamaki asked for was King's Pudding.

While the pudding brought to him might not be exactly the same brand, it tastes close enough that Tamaki was happy to have it again. The server brought him several cups, but as he was planning how he could ration them out, the server asked him if he wanted more...

Now, Tamaki is happily slumped at a table outside a cafe, surrounded by about fifteen empty pudding cups, a stack of about twenty more piled precariously near the edge. This is the life.

C: Spa Day

At some point, Tamaki found his way to the spa. He got a swimsuit from one of the stores and headed straight for the pool.

At various times, Tamaki can be found swimming in the pool, where he might challenge you to a race, or lounging in a hot tub, where he (perhaps inconsiderately) has stretched his now a little over seven foot height all the way across the length of it.

"This is nice..."

D: Karaoke (was there a karaoke bar well there is now)

Who knew that there could be a Japanese-style karaoke bar in this place?

Tamaki is hanging around outside, looking for anyone he knows from the carnival (even briefly!). When he spots someone, he waves them over.

"Hey! Sing karaoke with me!"

E: Greenspace

When Tamaki gets a bit tired of all the activity, he wanders up onto the park. It's nice up here, but there's something off about the place.

It only takes Tamaki a few minutes to realize what's bothering him: the stars.

He wasn't expecting them to be anything like the constellations and planets he's memorized from home, but they aren't even alien constellations. They don't seem to be real at all, just pinpricks of light. It's not like the carnival, with its incredible ferris wheel that takes you directly into the stars. It just... feels fake.

It makes Tamaki homesick.

He sits for awhile on a bench in the park, staring up at the fake sky. If someone approaches, he startles.

"Ah- hey."

[[OOC: Tamaki can be persuaded to go to other places by people he knows. Also, feel free to have your character notice that he has grown six inch horns on his head, which are straight and blunt on the ends.]]

[waitingforplayer2]

"This is King's Pudding?"

She's found and lost Tamaki a few times already -- he's someone she knows, so she's been hanging around him. Now she finds him with the remnants of his latest meal scattered around him.

She picks up one of the uneaten puddings and sniffs at it, just to see what it's like.

[atouts]

days 60-61

Let's be honest here, the first two days at the Celebration are a complete nightmare for Childermass. While he is fully capable of being social, confronted with a party of this scale, sprawling and crowded, is going to put him in a terrible mood. If that weren't enough, how utterly steeped in magic the place is only working to give him one hell of a headache. The carnival he could at least get used to, but here? He's not so sure, nor is he too welcoming of any offers of help for it from the faceless servants that keep popping up, uncalled for.

More than once he can be caught waving one irritably away and muttering, "How do they keep finding me...?"

Because, yes, half of the time spotting him at all might as well be a game. He's actively trying to push attention away from himself, which is something he can manage with magic, but it's not quite as effective with, you know, a massive headache. Though on the off-chance you do manage it, he spends most of those two days in the park trying to find some peace and quiet to be a complete grouch in.

62-65

But even a stoic man like himself can't avoid the siren call of the Celebration forever. As of the third day and on from then, a very different kind of person can be found and, yes, it really is him, not some friendlier and much, much less sober double. He'll be wearing less and less of the severe white and black clothing he's usually in over time, every day seeing various pieces lost and replaced with other bits of clothing, some more modern (jeans and slacks, for one, are an amazing discovery), some not, although he never really strives for anything you could call too fancy. The further through the week, the less likely he's bothered to button up whatever shirt he's wearing all the way, the greater chance he hasn't cared to pull his hair back and instead leaves it down.

And just where does this fun version of Childermass waste most of his time? Somewhere within the entertainment area, though not for the sake of music or movies. He and whoever his new friends are — and there is a number of them, apparently — have taken over some tables in the back. Smoke fills the air around them, bottles litter the tabletops, and they're playing cards, games ranging from elvish ones to ones from Earth to ones where they may just be making up the rules as they go. Sometimes they're betting whatever random shit they've found in the seemingly endless rooms of the Celebration, sometimes not; it doesn't really matter, since... well, it just doesn't, right? Certainly not here.

Though if he manages to catch someone he knows from the carnival out of the corner of an eye, he'll stop what he's doing and raise an arm in the air to get their attention.

"Well, where do you think you're going? Come over and play a few hands!"

day 65, who's ready for everything to go to shit

[kingsroads]

It's by this point that Strange is just annoyed. Not only have none of the workers here let him go back to the carnival but he can't get that nagging, pulsing feeling out of his head. No matter what sort of distraction he threw himself into, the reminder of what he left back at the Carnival cuts like a knife through any attempt at fun. All he had to do was just check on that ointment, to make sure it was there, he didn't even have to use it (though a part of him was curious as to it's effects) then surely he could go back to the fun that he's supposed to be having and desperately wishes to be having.

Maybe if he played a few rounds of billiards then it would at least clear his head. Before he can make it to the billiard table, however, a familiar voice catches his attention.

"What?" Strange snaps before looking over at...Childermass? Who's smiling? Good Lord, he's gone mad again. That's got to be the only answer for this. Strange walks closer to Childermass, looking him over, as if expecting something to happen (though he couldn't guess what). No, it's not madness, this is Childermass legitimately having a good time. How odd. Odd and interesting. Surely Childermass had to be capable of enjoying himself and having fun. It's just that Strange has never really seen that.

"I suppose that all depends on what we're playing," Strange remarks as he sits down, still a little confused by the whole situation.

Sora | ota

[destiny_key]

A) Out and About

Sora's the kind of guy that wants to try everything at least once, and gosh if this isn't the opportunity to do so. Shopping's not usually his bag, but oh wow, look how cool (and shiny!) this is! And that! So maybe he'll just. Get one or two things. And wear all of them at once. That's totally fashionable, right? Sunglasses are totally cool.

Then, maybe you'll find him in the pool? Swimming is his fave, and those waterslides are pretty sick. If you goad him enough, maybe he'll even join you in the hot tub. Prepare to get splashed, though.

Finally, the dining hall has pretty much every food you could ever come up with, even including some recipes from his home. Who knew you could find some of that stuff in an interdimensional pocket? Not that he's complaining. They even have sea-salt ice cream!

B) Entertainment (PARTY CITY BABY)

Sora's old enough to know he's way too young for the adult parties, and more than that, he's not really interested in that sort of thing. Who wants to get drunk when you can have more fun sober?

The teen parties, though, Sora is All About. He loves dancing, loves the energy, loves the free soda bar, loves being around people and having fun. If he sees you and knows you, he'll totally drag you over to dance with him. He might even... get lost in one of the dance clubs for a night, whoops. Don't worry, he's not gone forever, but he'll be dragging himself back to his room at about seven in the morning with a headache and then sleeping for about 36,000 years.

C)In the Room (where it happens)

The room he and Rin are given is pretty cool. Pretty spacious, they have big beds to themselves that are way bigger than their trailer bunks, and free room service. Even the clothes in the closet are their sizes, and that's almost as impressive as everything else.

And if you're asking if he jumped on the bed, he totally did. Just a little.

At one point he goes out to party, and comes back a full twenty-four hours later, and then crashes for a good twelve hours. That certainly was an experience, and if you come in while he's like that, you'll just find an unmoving lump on his bed. Don't bother waking him, because he won't.

D) Wildcard

(Come at me, bro!)

C

[flashover]

[One of the times that Sora comes back to the room, the door doesn't open. It's not that the lock is broken, or the key isn't working, no.

Something is definitely blocking it from the other side. Something that is snoring loud enough to wake the dead.

This IS a dilemma...]

Chiaki Nanami | OTA

[waitingforplayer2]

Level One: Arrival

This place is a bit overwhelming.

Every hallway Chiaki turns down, there's a new incredible sight to see or room to explore. Her head's kind of spinning.

So she'll stick with people she knows, often frequenting quieter venues - she'll be in her own corner of the greenspace at times, or dipping her furry toes into the pool at others.

Still, the week's just getting started.

Level Two: Initiation

It started with just one game.

On one wrong turn, Chiaki found a large room full of comfortable chairs and beanbags, a large projector, and at least a dozen game controllers. It's shockingly familiar, but too much like heaven to pass up. If you were exploring with her, she'll drag you into the room and force a controller into your hands, paws, or other appendages. If you've happened upon the room yourself, she'll turn briefly from the game to beckon you in.

Whatever stage you find her at, Chiaki's hooked. Eyes glued to the screen, slowly drawing a crowd, many of whom are joining in for a round or two. With her ears twitching to gauge the slightest sound and her wide pupil-less eyes able to scan the whole screen at once, she's the best she's ever been at games...

And she's the center of attention.

Level Three: Descent

It sort of goes downhill from there.

Returning occasionally but infrequently home, Chiaki prowls the halls, throwing open each next door excitedly, switching outfits to a strangely 4th-dimensional dress, dancing too long on the club floors until a hop sends her flying too far or she falls over due to her center of gravity being mysteriously off.

It's sort of a struggle to get back off the ground; her body isn't supporting her very well, but she'll do her best!

Bonus Level: Wild Card

Chiaki can be found all over the Celebration, particularly towards the end of the week. Open to anything!

Level Three

[thevictoriandetective]

Sherlock wasn't dancing, he was sort of curled up under one of the tables with his head pressed to the floor, the thump of the bass soothing to his snake 'ears' (read: no actual visible ears) and coupled with whatever he was on at the moment, he was in quite the psychedelic state of mind.

That is, until someone fell down in front of him. His eyes shot open--they were slitted, but dialated--as he tried to figure out where he was and why wasn't he on the dark side of the moon.

Oh, someone fell over?

"You all right?" he blinked at them, not bothering to move.

Sherlock Holmes | OTA [TW: teh drug]

[thevictoriandetective]

Dull.

A world--well, it doesn't seem so much a world as a very cleverly designed dimension--where your every whim was catered to? What was even the point? Sherlock explored as much as he could, the luxuries and the design and the futile shopping, and the overly accommodating way a restaurant would appear at the first sign of a hunger pang. People dancing the hours away, others watching movies, others staggering from room to room clearly having indulged too much in drink or who knows what else...this was probably the worst world that he'd been in yet, even past the Matrix. At least that one had proper danger and intrigue. This was just like a fancy resort. How tedious.

It took him a total of three hours before he became painfully bored.

"BORED!" he yelled down the hallway as he wandered, trying to get back to the carnival. That was the extent of his boredom, he wouldn't even mind going back just to get out of this stupid place. He paced, utterly annoyed at--

Silently, one of the servants appeared next to him. He looked up, squinting, trying to deduce anything he could about them. It was odd, there was...very little he could pick up. And when he tried, he just sort of...forgot any conclusion he'd just made. That should have set off the warning signals first, but his attention was immediately turned to what was on the golden platter held in front of him.

No.

"I can't," Sherlock immediately said, his eyes wide. Thinking back to John and how disappointed he would be if he induldged in his 'sweeties.' It hadn't been that long that he'd nearly died after going on that bender, yes, it was in order to save John, but what he'd done to his body and his mind was very real.

Though John wasn't here. He'd actually never know.

He was so very bored.

"No," Sherlock stormed down the hallway. Maybe if he kept his mind occupied. He'd go watch a few movies.

Thirty minutes into some dull James Bond movie and he was already out the door and wandering down towards the dance floor. There was a tap on his shoulder. That servant again--no, they were different. Were they? He couldn't tell--that was not a good--

"I really shouldn't," Sherlock said, what was on the platter was calling to him. He was starting to sweat.

Just one. No one would know.

He grabbed the packet of cigarettes though--his favorite brand, naturally--and proceeded to smoke through all of them, sitting at one of the tables in the club, the music pounding through his head. The servant stood next to him with that blasted platter.

He had to get out of here.

He stormed through the greenspace, the servant following him in a strange way that no matter how much speed he put on, they always managed to catch up to him.

Finally, he found a random empty room and locked himself in it, panting. He slammed his back against the door and slid down, rubbing his face in his hands. He looked up, and realized that the room was furnished in a Victorian manner, like a lovely library or study. A fireplace burned brightly. It smelled not unlike his own flat, which reminded him, with a pang, that he was stuck doing this song-and-dance for another year, and likely more, if he could wheedle a deal out of the Ringmaster.

More than a year.

The servant was next to him. How...how they got through the locked door, it didn't matter.

He didn't care.

More than a year. No cases. Boredom. Being this...this green thing.

He grabbed the entire platter.

**********

A. Welcome to the Hotel California

"Brilliant!"

Sherlock drew the paintball gun, and shot towards the target again. The short, elf-like person squeaked in fear as--PLOP--a big yellow sploch on their helmet. There was a polite clapping as Sherlock celebrated by shooting several rounds into the celing of the dingy games room.

"This gun never runs out of paintballs," he said with a giant smile, taking the time out to vandalize his initials in the ceiling. S...H...no wait, maybe his whole name. Start over. W. S. S. H...

"Doesn't seem to work out of this room, though," he said disappointingly to one of the elves hanging over him. He frowned, it was a female...something or the other. Pointy ears. Blond hair...hanging on his arm? "Who in blazes are you?"

An annoyed roll of her eyes as she complained about hanging out with him for the last seven hours and he didn't even recognize her. To be honest, Sherlock didn't think he'd be able to recognize his own brother at this point, he wasn't even sure what he'd taken, but whatever it was, he was...he had no idea what he was thinking about in the first place.

He sat down and a can of redbull appeared from the server who was steadily supplying him with his every indulgence. He cracked the can open and downed it, which was probably not good for his heart, but whatever. It was neat how fast it was beating, the world seemed to pulse with every beat, or maybe that was the beat of the music...thud-thud-thud--

THUD--

Or that was his head hitting the floor.

Wait, he wasn't in the games room, he was in the hallway, his face planted against a gold-plated doorknob. Was he trying to get into this room? Was this his room? He wasn't sure.

"Heyyyyyy--"

SPLASHHH!

Okay, that was a spa and he was now upside-down in a hot tub. He had the oddest sense that the server was annoyed as he was dragged out of the tub.

Wait. Did...time pass? Suddenly Sherlock realized he was wearing new clothes as he was wandering onto the dance floor.

Maybe it wasn't the dance floor, maybe it was the games room?

He had no idea where he was.

What was his name again?


B. Comfortably Numb

It's days. Maybe. He didn't know. But it was taking its toll on him, because he wasn't sleeping nor eating properly, and everything was running together. This was probably a great place, but he couldn't really remember where this was.

Or maybe it wasn't so great.

Did it matter? His every whim was provided for and that servant, that awesome...whatever they were...that servant was always at his side. Giving him what he needed. He didn't care where he took it, what he took, or where he did it at. The moment his body began to send warning signals that he was coming down, the servant was right back there again.

His kidneys were probably shot.

It was days since they'd began, when Sherlock was lying in the middle of the hallway, the servant nowhere to be seen, probably taking a break from constantly picking him up and dragging him off after he'd fallen into something or started yelling at plants.

He looked awful . Despite being covered in scales, he still managed to have dark circles under his eyes, webbed hands trembling, his color had gone way off and paled. If prodded or spoken to, he seemed confused and unsure as to where he was or what he was doing.

C. Chandelier

Wildcard!

A

[pipers_son]

Well. This isn't what he was expecting on a quick trip back to his room to check on how Snake was doing.

Joker pauses from his slow relaxed slide, quickly taking in the scene: Sherlock, facefirst against a door, looking (frankly) like shit. Oh boy. Well, he guesses this sort of thing was due to happen, with the amount of alcohol available to people, but, still. Carefully, he approaches the detective.

"Oi, Sherlock- how are ya doin'? Asleep or what?" He waves away one of the Host's manifestations, deciding to deal with this himself- or get Zecora, if it's that bad.

Papyrus | ota

[spaghettimonster]

☠ Tell me, what am I gonna do? (D60) ☠

Not only are they not supposed to go back to the Carnival during this Ringmaster-mandated break, but it seems like they can't. There's no easy path through the trees, no telephone or gate or trail of sand statues to follow. It's difficult to wrap his head around this idea of not working, at all, for multiple days. Harder still to relax.

For starters, he and Lambert discover, they've been assigned to a room with a single bed. Admittedly the bed's king-sized, appropriately enough, but things are still a little too... heated between them for that to fly. It takes only a glance for them to silently agree to bypass the bed entirely, to maybe nap at completely different times of day, or maybe just not sleep.

He avoids the whole matter by checking out the contents of the closets. Playing dress-up, at least, is always fun. There's all kinds of clothing to his liking, even plenty of outfits decorated with bones! Short shirts that really show off his spine, low-riding shorts and dresses that fit more comfortably with his new tail, and baseball caps to hang over his crystal crown to feel almost anonymous! Just a fashionable skeleton, not quite blending in with the crowd... And if this wasn't enough, he hears that there's boutiques throughout the grounds, freely available to guests to borrow from! All day, Papyrus can be found shopping in clothing stores, jogging around the aisles trying things on, or sitting in the dining room for occasional food breaks.


☠ You put the lime in the coconut (D61-D62) ☠

After his shopping frenzy wears off, Papyrus decides to try out more of the Celebration's offerings. It's not like the carnival has spas, after all. The hosts giving manicures and such are too professional to express confusion when he asks to pass on the limes, and he's surprised to learn that they use cucumbers for their eye care. It's so much less painful!

And there's so many entertainment offerings. Movies to watch, arcade game puzzles to try to beat, and even a little breakfast cafe that offers dinosaur oatmeal. Wonderful!


☠ And drink it all up (D63-D65) ☠ [substance use]

The hours blur into days, and his new tail seems more and more like a message from the whole place; it's time to cut loose. Let it all hang out. Relax and indulge and have a good time. If that's his job here, Papyrus decides, he isn't going to be a disappointment!

There's plenty of new friends whose faces blur together, grinning and laughing and offering things to try out. There's bars that don't offer greasy food, but instead vividly colorful alcohol, loud music, and even... scantily-clad dancers in the middle of the rooms? All manner of clothing (as long as it doesn't restrict the new and sensitive tail), familiar and unfamiliar food alike, energetic crowds for dancing in, and plenty of shots.

It's exhilarating, chasing his every impulse like this. Freeing and rewarding, to be cheered on for every indulgence. And if he never feels satisfied, with a slowly building carelessness that makes it more and more comfortable to just go with the flow... Well, worrying is a job for people who have to do jobs. That kind of thought's got no place here.

D62 spa

[fragileandsoft]

"Didn't realize how gnarly all this work was making my hands." Greg runs his thumb over his freshly manicured nails. "Boy, it's a relief to get all those snags out."

Can something be a relief if you didn't notice or care before it got fixed? Well, the hosts said it would feel better, and it really does.

"You hitting up the massage tables later? They say there's no better place to get the tension out."

Carly Nagisa (And Aslla Piscu!) | OTA

[insidescoop]

[DAY 60 | SCOUTING]

[It's her job even if they are here to relax, as far as Carly is concerned, so now that she's over her brief panic over possibly missing an 'ahead of the game' style outing (She did not. She did not miss one, and she probably got at least one eyeball to the face before realizing that)? It's time to do what she normally does.

Which means a whole day of wandering, seemingly lost. It doesn't take long before Carly realizes that her inky, pixel-streaking form is just a little too eye-catching here however; the patrons really want to see what those wings feel like, and maybe even see how much coverage that tail has~ So before she bursts into a pile of embarassed feathers, she naturally takes to a smaller, easier to maneuver and hide form.

Namely, the hummingbird. So if you see a palm-sized hummingbird with black and orange feathers hovering in the corner of your bar/cafe/mall? That's her.

Go on, give her a wave! She might be on the job, but she can spare a moment for you! (Probably)]

[DAY 61]

Ahhhhahahaha....it's really okay, I just need a coffee and I'll be fine~

[While it's hardly harassment, Carly just isn't assertive enough for the serving forces of the Celebration. Room Service in particular is speaking to Carly right now, and are very confused about her request. 'Are you sure that will be all?' they ask. 'We offer a great variety of lattes and espresso, and many flavor shots typically unavailable in other locations.'

The girl's brief pause and consideration is all it takes for them to continue listing such things off and suggest-they never DO leave the Coffee menu either, so kudos to them for catching that part. But...Oh...Hmmm-

The shadow at her feet stretches out almost lazily, dull violet eyes tracing the path of whoever happens to be walking by.]

....ask them if they have pre-bottled souls....

A-ASLLA!!! [YEAH THE SERVER ISN'T ADDRESSING THAT ONE-]

[DAY 62-64]

Hauuuuuuuhhh....I think I really needed this..~

[After her report is typed and handed in, Carly does well to avoid certain obvious vice-pits. The bars, the dance floors, the game rooms...she instead finds the spa again, opting to relax. It starts with a manicure, to help the ache of typing. Then they go for a pedicure, since one esthetician notes that she hasn't quite adjusted to caring for 'bird feet' too well ('But don't worry about a thing, we can take care of that easily'). And then it moves to a facial when they finally catch sight of the easily missed bags under her eyes...

Eventually she's somehow worked her way up to a large and intricate sort of hot-stone massage involving specific crystals that the estheticians swear up and down are 'perfectly aligned' to her currently 'unique' energy signature, and are meant specifically to draw out and balance it to ease away stress. She doesn't doubt they're right, either, but in the back of her mind she keeps asking herself...

Can it get any better than this?

The girl gives a sigh of relief no matter what treatment someone walks in on them in the middle of-and Aslla seems to try and creep toward that someone no matter who they are as well. Hey there friend, do you have good taste, or A Good Taste if you know what he means?]

d62 spa time

[spaghettimonster]

[With no familiar routines to structure his time, nothing productive to occupy himself with, Papyrus has given in to the atmosphere of the establishment. Today, he's trying out the 'full-day spa experience'. It's a little trickier for the host to work with him than most guests, given his complete lack of skin, nails, or even musculature. But he does have a spine, and there's ways to work with that.

The weight of the hot stones pushes him down into the welcoming cushion, and he sighs as well.

There's a tall, decorative divider between each guest's section of the room, offering the option of privacy to those who don't specifically come in together. But being in the same room gives friends the chance to talk even while they relax under the hosts' comforting hands.]

Wowie. I thought I would be bored, but this is... intense. Relaxing, but I'm awake too. Is this what spa days are supposed to feel like?

GONGENZAKA | OTA

[betheman]

[So I Bear My Skin]

[It feels as if many of the people shopping here do not quite know what they are after.

It did not take long for Gongenzaka to locate the mall, admittedly less out of interest and more because he happened to have the idle thought that his t-shirts were now fairly tight again now that he was completely covered in fur head to foot. Apparently the thought led him to a rather luxurious seeming mall, too luxurious for his tastes certainly, with various tailors and fitters waiting with measuring tapes.

His sputtering only ended in him getting fitted, so he eventually found himself sighing and 'waiting it out'. Unfortunately, being far from some kind of human or elf attracts a lot of attention-and more than a few keep on appearing outside the change rooms whenever he comes out to see if he can properly move in whatever he's got on. (Most of the outfits, to his surprise, ARE to his taste...and it's a bit worrying)

Some are asking if he wants a drink-] Auh- I, the man Gongenzaka, do not drink, thank you-I am underage...

[Maybe come back to their room-] I-I AM DEFINITELY UNDER THE AGE FOR THAT-!!

[Well that can't be right, does he at least want to dance though?] That is quite enough, I assure you, [is his flat and dangerous response before a few sadly sigh and leave while others instead ask if he's ever let anyone on his back.]

....I, the man Gongenzaka, am not letting you on my back... [he replies rather stonily, arms crossed and tail flicking with annoyance.]

[And I Count My Sins]

[It all reminds him so much of Synchro, to the point where he wonders if this is what it would be like to live in the 'Tops' of that City. Where the rich lived in blissful unawareness of those that sat below, simply buying and taking because they were able, living their lives far above the world. His hotel room is nicer than the one he had back then, during the tournament. In fact everything is sized up and spaced out just for the sake of his legs; the washrooms are properly scattered according to how he's familiar, with the shower on its own, the toilet on its own, the sink as well, and then the bathroom tub-

Briefly he thinks about if this could ever be possible at home. It feels as if, despite the choice to abandon his changes when he returns, to do so would be missing the point of why he came. He quickly quashes the 'dream' with a disgusted growl; as if luxuries are his greatest worries! Hah!

...Still. He finds himself staring at his own bedroom door almost...sad.

He remembers when such a room was effectively a prison.

He wonders how much of a prison it will be now, if he doesn't watch himself.]

[And I Close My Eyes (And I Take It In)]

[The sky is not real. He realizes this as he looks up to it from the garden, the wide greenspace sitting above the roof-tops of everything else. If he looks over the edge, he can see many of the features and 'locations' within...but really, everything IS within, isn't it?

Gongenzaka sighs, and after finding a small area to take a seat, pulls out the large scroll purchased from beneath the sea. The scroll of meditation-its magic embedded within the paper, its charms now sitting in his very hands.

Technically speaking, there had never been a law against REAL magic in the Dojo. Real magic didn't exist, after all. It was a matter of taking a stand against the rise of action duels, of the spells and traps that overtook the game scene. It was a matter of putting faith in what the monsters could do, without relying on the 'chance' that a card on the field could help, the 'chance' that a trap would need to be sprung, the 'chance' that a monster needed that buff.

A monster's strength came from themselves, just as his strength came from within-the techniques he learned here, he had therefore hoped to share with his fellows, so that they too, could improve himself.

The scroll sits open in his hands, and he studies it, ears folding back. The trouble is...

...He cannot bring magic to them. He was told he could use the scroll in a 'class', in a 'group', but he wonders what that would mean. To bring magic to a world that had none. What kind of power would that bring?

What kind of unbalance would it cause?

He grimaces, the scroll still in his hands. He needs to learn-he needs to allow himself to learn.

...

it's hard]

[perverses]

[ So that's what the man Gongenzaka looks like in person, huh? Freaky!

But is Gon basically being a giant lion-dog thing going to keep Shima away? Nah. Especially not after he, unlike Gon, has very obviously accepted the drinks that no one is carding for! That part is pretty obvious thanks to how he has something boozy enough to earn a stupid little drink umbrella already in hand when he chimes in. ]

Lighten up, Gon! [ Gongenzaka, Gon, that name is an inevitable given. ] When's the next chance you'll get to be at a club that doesn't check for ID, huh?

[ophidiarex]

Arrival

It's probably fortunate that they are not led through the most populous parts of the party when first arriving and being shown their rooms, merely past windows overlooking said parts. Even then, Snake swallows deeply, a gulp more than anything. Those... can't all be PEOPLE, can they? He's never seen so many in one place, not even in the audience booth back in the circus. It's enough to put a person off.

Thank god they have private rooms (even if theirs has only one large bed) and furthermore thank god they have private bathrooms. Snake has experienced many things that he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy, but he's never had a modern hot shower. Until now. After getting clean, though, he can't exactly wear his dirty clothes again, so it's to the closet. There, he finds... only somewhat ridiculous outfits in his size. He changes into the tamest one there, with many layers in which to hide snakes, and heads out to start in abject horror at the view of hundreds, if not thousands, of partygoers.

The Hidden

Certain forces in his life prevent Snake from easily returning to his room to hide from the whole world. Namely, he wanders a little too far and doesn't want to ask for help finding it again, not yet. However, nor does he join the party. Instead, he does what any snake would.

He hides. Snake can be found almost anywhere, as he moves whenever people from outside the carnival find him. A closet? There until someone wants to play 7 Minutes in Heaven. Under a table? There until someone kicks him. However, if a carnival member should find him, he'll instead speak to them.

"'Please help us...' says Bronte."

[vitrissimo]

"Bronte? Who's Bronte? Is that your name?"

Viktor smiles charmingly at him. He recognizes him very faintly from around the Carnival, but apart from that, he can't pinpoint a name or a position. That doesn't matter though. Because even if Viktor wasn't slightly tipsy, face a warm red, he would still be reaching out to friendly and unfamiliar faces alike.

THE PSIIONIIC // O T A

[dorkypantsuit]

DAY 1
The Radio: Public Channel
I know this place looks fun, but the same rules apply: stick with a buddy and stay safe.

Labor crew, I expect to hear from all of you at least once a day! Don't make me come look for you.

The Roller-Rink
Does he know how to roller-skate? Not really. Does it matter? Absolutely not. He tries a bit to skate, but finds himself falling before long. He uses his own telekinesis to catch himself before he can hit the ground, laughing at his own ineptitude. Carefully he sets himself back on his feet before trying to figure out skating again. Care to help?

62 Flavors
Double-fisting it in this case refers to the two ridiculously large ice cream cones Psi is carrying. He has one in each hand and they both have three scoops of completely different flavors. He alternates between them, licking one and then the other. The ice cream is melting, of course, some of it dripping down the cones and over his hands, but he just licks it off his fingers when it happens, not caring about how unhygienic that might be.

"Oh, you have to try the triple chocolate brownie fudge surprise!" He looks over both his cones for a moment before nodding towards one of the scoops. "It's... this one. Want a lick?"


DAY 2
The Sauna
Yup, he's in this hot room and he's sweating. He doesn't quite get the point of it, but after showering, soaking in hot water, and getting a weird facial mask, he might as well commit to the experience. The sauna was the last part. Other people seemed to be enjoying it, so he figured there must be something to it. So he sits, practically naked except for a towel in this sweltering hot room. It's kind of strange, it actually reminds him of Alternia with it's suffocating day heat, but it's not a frightening reminder. Somehow it's almost pleasant.

He'll probably start to doze off if someone doesn't give him a nudge.

The Salon
With looks like his there's not much point in going to a salon, but if someone can turn down a free horn buffing it is definitely not the Psionic. He's sitting in what looks like a barber's chair, but instead of getting his hair cut, one of the weird faceless servants is using a miniature buffer to polish his horns. It might look painful, but it's more akin to getting a head massage, and Psi is a purring puddle of a troll in his chair. He looks like he could slide out of it and onto the floor at any minute!


DAY 3
Indoor Bungee Jumping
Psi isn't even a little scared, but are you?

"Wow, that's a big fall." he says, carelessly peering over the edge of the railing. "You think anyone's ever died doing something like this?"

The Bar
Psi is flirting and drinking. He's wearing gold striped pants with the black bokeh pattern top, and if he thinks the clothes look awful he's not showing it. You get the feeling he actually likes dressing like this. If he sees someone from the carnival he comes over and orders them a drink, yes, even if they are too young.

"Oh, bartender, get them that... The thing, the orange thing!"

The Bar- Still
Abruptly he clears a table of it's booze, pushing any empty plastic cups aside and to the floor. It's not long before he's hopping up onto the table himself. He stands and starts dancing in time with the music as his hands reach to undo the button on his pants. That's right, it's time for a drunken strip tease.


DAY 4
Denny's
It's not exactly Denny's, but it's close enough. It's a diner that's open all night and serves all kinds of terrible food. Psi has got a half empty milkshake cup set in front of him, some disgusting cheese covered fries, and a full plate of waffles he is currently tearing into without abandon. He is definitely still drunk from the bar the "night" before. (It's still night, or early morning now!)

"Now I never had sex with any food involved, but if I did syrup would be the way to go. Sticky and sweet, it's perfect." He may or may not be imagining eating waffles off of someones body right now.

"Wanna try?"

The Foam Club
He's just shouting and dancing and covered in foam. It makes his clothes stick to his skin. If he sees anyone familiar who is not a child, he will grab them by the hand and try to dance with them. And this is not any kind of innocent dancing. He puts your hands on his hips and comes in close.

"Hey."


DAY 5
The Party Zombie
Psi is in and out of other people's rooms and his own all day. He dances with random strangers and kisses them. He can be seen heavily making out with someone else against a wall. It doesn't matter where he is or how inappropriate it might be. Psi has been claimed by the party.

Denny's

[fragileandsoft]

"Did it. Bad idea."

Greg's grinning lazily, dragging his fries through his half-melted slurry of his own milkshake. He's not hungry anymore, they've been stuffing their faces for a while, but he never seems to get full. And everything just tastes too incredible to ever stop. Food, drinks, weed, he hasn't said no to anything crossing his path, and he hasn't regretted it yet.

"Well. Bad idea for later. Fun at the time." He snickers to himself. "Worse if you don't have a shower. Was a baaaad week at work."

[empty_vessel]

Since every possible desire is anticipated, approved and offered, Jimmy's kind of out of a job for this go round. Not a lot of need for a cooking staff if everyone's got whatever they want.

At Loose Ends -
Jimmy'd woken up in a different place again and was pleasantly surprised at how nice this one was. (Bonus points for still being fully human this time!) The shower was so luxurious it bordered on obscene, and he's pretty sure the suit he found in the closet cost more than his last six car payments. To say nothing of the hat that he's tucked his ears up under. For all he knows it's a silk/virgin alpaca blend that was only gathered under the light of the full moon or something.

And now he's got his radio (just in case), he's all cleaned up, shaved and ready to see what's going on in the rest of the.... wherever they are. He'll end up mostly avoiding the louder, flashier spots like the dance floors and what Jimmy thinks is a casino, and mostly haunt the quieter spaces like the Spa, the Greenspace and the Mall. And doing his level best to avoid the ubiquitous servant offering him a lovely selection of hand-rolled cigarettes. He'd quit nearly a decade ago, before Claire was born, and here they are again.


You Never Quite Stop Doing Your Job -
Jimmy's taking a break for something to eat, and he's caught himself taking notes about what's in the stew he's eating. He sighs at himself, then goes back to taking notes because this is actually really tasty and maybe Jimmy can crib from this into something to serve at the Cookhouse. But it's just him at the table, and there's plenty of room for people to join him.


And... now we're done -
Zero to Overwhelmed in what Jimmy thought was a remarkably short span of time, but he is. And he's got enough food to get him through at least a couple of days, if the 'DO NOT DISTURB' sign on the door is worth anything. But he stocks up, holes up in his room, and gets on the radio. "If anybody's looking for a break from the overstimulation, I'm up in Room #434, and the door's open for people looking to get a breather."

Job

[pipers_son]

Balancing his own food on a tray, Joker spots Jimmy and wanders over with a chuckle once he sees what the guy is doing. "That good, huh?"

annabelle | OPEN

[forkedroad]

► DAY 60 (START): GETTIN' READY
Annabelle was immediately quite excited with the change of scenery. After all, it's her first time outside of the carnival, and she hasn't even wholly adjusted to all the excitement of the carnival on its own as it is.

For whatever reason, she hadn't quite felt happy with what was provided in her wardrobe in her and Foster's room; it could be that Foster himself was too much of a rowdy, distracting presence for her to wholly think about what to wear, but there was also the fact of the matter that Annabelle had actually never dressed up before. She wasn't even sure of her own tastes.

Now that she's at the shops, she's decided it's a lot more fun exploring and trying on things that are kind of more eclectic and random.

She's on probably her fifth dress, which she's pulled off of her back, her hair wild and full of static from the on and off of all the fancy garments. Unabashed, despite standing there in only her under bottoms, she glances at the patron beside her, raising her eyebrows with a bewildered little laugh.

"This is sort of exhausting," she remarks as one of the keeps takes away the rejected clothing, and she prepares to pluck through the rack in front of her. "Are you going with that, then?"

► DAY 61: FUTURISTIC WONDERS (ENTERTAINMENT)
Annabelle has been a little bit peripheral with the festivities. She's been chatting with all sorts of people who are, for various reasons, just as coincidentally in this place as she is, at various stages of party brainwashed. She might not notice, or maybe she does—but either way, she doesn't appear to pay it much mind.

Her second day, while she has had the occasional shot of liquor or glass of wine over the course of at least twelve hours, she's mostly preoccupied with and mesmerized by a series of large screen televisions in some kind of lounge, all lit up in unusual ways with black lights. The images on the screen hypnotize her, and she stands there, watching mouth agape. It's even more impressive that she can hear what's happening on the screen, as well.

The whole environment, television aside, is completely, overwhelmingly amazing. In fact, she's so amazed with it, she doesn't realize she's feeding the fancy marble tile her glass of pinot grigio.

► DAY 63: EXPERIMENT FOR EXPANSION? (SUBSTANCES)
Annabelle has made a few transient friends, each day—she doesn't seem to get stuck to any cluster of people, easily detaching and attaching to new groups, utterly nourished and exhilarated by the revolving door pace of socialization. Each group is new and fascinating, each in various stages of lost to the thrall of the celebration—though Annabelle isn't terribly clear that's what the distinction seems to be. She's rather unconcerned, after all.

One girl—short, curvy, busty and with light, pin straight hair, is someone Annabelle has been hanging out with for at least four hours or so during day 63. She has seemed rather fond of a particular ...something, a sort of powder she both inhales and eats, and Annabelle has been ogling her with curious fascination all through out as she and her friends partake. The girl doesn't pressure Annabelle to try it, nor does she offer; her friends, all with pointed ears as she is, seem familiar and receptive to the substance, and so partake with her.

Annabelle reaches over the bar, grabbing the tender's arm enthusiastically, thereafter demanding some of the same for herself, unable to help her enticement and curiosity.

After she inhales it, her eyes go wide as she blinks, seeming almost stunned. Colors become more vivid, leaving trails, and her body suddenly feels very heavy. She staggers, catching herself by the elbows on a stool beside her friend, who laughs, grabbing Annabelle by her arm. Annabelle laughs, throwing her head back, her mask jostling a little loose. Whoops.

► DAY ?? : WILDCARD
there's a good chance you have something more interesting in mind!! HIT ME

(ooc: FOR REFEreNCE, here's what anna went with for attire)

day 60

[pipers_son]

"Dunno," Joker says, turning around to look at his back in the mirror, wings flaring out a bit. "All the fur makes me look a bit like a twat, doesn't it, now?" With that verdict given, he lets the person attending him help slide the coat off, trying not to seem like it makes him feel more than a little off. Instead, to distract himself, he grins at her.

"How many have ya gone through now? I think you've been here longer than me!"

Rin Okumura | OTA!

[flashover]

When the going gets rough, shop with somebody tough!

[Shopping! SHOPPING FOR FREE! Rin isn’t a huge fan of shopping since he’s not, you know, a girl… but he can’t resist the urge to get some new clothes. He should know better about “free” stuff, but… they have to give it all back when they leave this stop, so it’s more like borrowing.

Rin holds up a pair of pants and frowns]

… What am I gonna do about my tail?!

Hot springs episode

[is this like an onsen? It sure seems like an onsen! The girls side and boys side are even separated by a wall.

A tantalizing, annoying wall.

Rin is naked as a jaybird except for the towel around his waist, and he’s pacing the wall between the girl’s and boy’s side of this particular part of a hot spring]

C’moooon… don’t tell me no one’s tried to do anything….?

[WHERE DA PEEPHOLES AT]

If you ain't getting drunk get the fuck out the club

[Wait. No ID checks? These people didn’t care that he was only 15?!

Are you kidding this is amazing!

Rin has found himself in one of the clubs, part bar and part dance floor. He ordered a soda, and the bar-tender asked him if he wanted something a little stronger.

Now he’s… well.

Rin is a lightweight, to say the least.

And he may be lying in the middle of the dance floor, flailing and laughing]

Nyahahaha!! It’s a floor dance!! FLOOR DANCE!!

Something Amiss [closed to Shima]

[After a day or two at the never-ending party, some of the glitz and glamor has… worn off a bit. Turns out parties weren’t that fun when they were all the time. Actually, they were just kind of tiring. So now, Rin has invited Shima to a casual cafe for lunch… but also to do some people watching. Kuro sits in the booth with them, drunk off his ass on catnip sake. Rin is sober for the first time in a while, and he has the headache to match. He’s nursing a glass of icewater]

Hey, Shima…?

WILDCARD
[ota suggestions!]

Tough shopping for cool dudes with tails

[spaghettimonster]

Have you tried wearing these?

[A couple aisles over, Papyrus holds up a pair of very low-riding shorts. They're... skimpy, for lack of a better word. They'll barely cover his hip bones, let alone his legs.]

Or, if you're shy about showing some leg... maybe something more flowing! Like a skirt!

Ginko | OTA

[dontpokethat]

Day 60-61; cafe

This place may not be exactly Ginko’s thing, but he can see how the Ringmaster would consider it a good spot for the carnival to take a break. It seems nice, anyway; he’s just glad that there are lower-key places like this available. ...And, even after over a year with the carnival, he’s never one to stop getting excited about free food.

Ginko glances up with a smile when he sees someone else come by. “Hey, you find this place, too?”

Day 62-63; greenspace

Alright, first couple days were… you know, nice. Ginko would personally be alright with leaving before too much longer, though; this place’s decadence makes him a little uneasy, and honestly, he kind of misses being outside.

Unfortunately, it looks like this is about the closest he’s going to get while they’re here. He figures it’s better than nothing, though; so, as time goes by, he finds himself coming up here more and more. Rather than sitting on any available benches or anything like a normal person, he can pretty frequently be found just lying in the grass - or making an effort to pull himself into the branches of a tree. This was a lot easier when he had feet and not hooves.

Day 64-65; movie theater

Okay, yeah, he’s officially decided he doesn’t like it here and is ready to Leave. Preferably soon. But it’s… kind of seeming like he’s in a minority there, and if his coworkers are so into this place… well, he knows better than to think there’s a chance of the Ringmaster deciding it’s time to go within the next day.

Accepting it doesn’t mean he has to like it, though. Since leaving isn’t an option, he settles for the time being for shoving himself into a chair in one of the lounges with a frown and a glass of something alcoholic - probably not the first of the day, honestly. Drinking is far from his go-to method of dealing with stress, but… right now it’s sounding like a pretty good idea. Especially combined with documentaries about deep-sea animals, apparently.

Closed to Tanyuu

Ginko guesses he should be glad that Tanyuu seems to be responding to all this better than he is. And in some ways, he is; the last thing he wants is for her to be stuck being as uncomfortable as he is.

But… frankly, he’s also a little worried, and he can’t be sure if that’s an overreaction on his part or not. Either way, he doesn’t super enjoy feeling like she might not understand his discomfort at all.

Maybe there’s nothing for it but to go ahead and ask. He glances over at her from where he’s lying back on his bed. “...I wonder how long the Ringmaster is planning on staying here?”

((OOC: tl;dr timeline, Ginko will be in a decent mood for the first couple days and then get increasingly on-edge and uncomfortable. Message me here or on plurk at omixgirl10 if you want to do something outside of these prompts!))

day 63, greenspace!

[kingsroads]

Mari had wanted the Nightrunners to take notes, Strange was going to take notes. Unfortunately, it was hard to hear himself think in the din of the Celebration. The greenspace at least was somewhat quiet. As Ginko lay in the grass, Strange sat up against a tree, taking notes in a small little notebook. He pauses for a moment, looking up at the sky through the tree's branches as he attempts to think of a useful way to phrase something before he promptly gets distracted by the sky itself.

Huh. That's weird.

Fortunately, there is someone else here he can bother about the sky's weirdness. "Look up at the sky," he says, as he attempts to nudge Ginko with his foot. "Don't you think it's a bit...odd?"

Joker - ota

[pipers_son]

A - Room Service, Please
The room Snake and him get is luxurious, fancy, and full of room. Really, it's great, and Joker has no complaints- mostly because he knows it's a vacation and they won't really have to stay in here for too long. However, for all that it's great and fantastic, et cetera, et cetera, there is one little problem...

And that's why anyone passing by the rooms will find a bunch of helpers bringing in giant pillows and comfortable blankets while Joker patiently waits leaning against the wall outside, whistling idly. He grins brightly whenever he sees someone from the Carnival. "Cheers! Fancy place, innit? How's yer room?"

B - Exploration

After making sure Snake won't accidentally drown himself in their bathroom and will, in fact, be alright, Joker sets off and can be found just about anywhere. Like in so many worlds before this one, he wants to get his bearings and see just about everything that can be offered to him before he commits to something.

And boy is there a lot to pass through in here. So don't be surprised if Joker suddenly joins you in a dance, laughing, or he asks if that seat is taken at a movie or video game.

This place was made for a social butterfly like him, after all.

C - Treat Yoself

At the local boutiques, Joker can be found being fussed over- either by fellow partiers who want to look great and are delighted by the fairly handsome stage manager or manifestations of the Host helping him into a variety out outfits as if he's some great little lord.

Joker looks very distinctly uncomfortable, even as he smiles and makes eye contact with whoever is in there with him. "I think they're gonna put our Wardrobe department ta shame at this rate, ha!"

It's later, if anyone comes across him at the local spa, that he seems a lot more relaxed. One might be able to hear a muffled "I am so glad to have wings" as the long delicate limbs are gently massaged, and Joker sighs into the crook of his arm.

D - Fake Ass Sky

A guy like him has to stretch his wings sometimes, and Joker is relieved when he finds the room for it, stretching them out to their full length with a laugh and taking to the air. One can watch him twist and dance through the air flawlessly- a far cry from the guy who once crashed into the cookhouse once when he was still getting used to it. If he notices someone watching, he might even try to show off like a cocky bird of paradise, or he'll even come if called or gestured to.

After a while, however... His flight starts to get some purpose as he ventures further upwards until he's close enough to press his hand to the false sky. That seems to be enough to get him to frown, and Joker soon swoops back down to some of the tree tops. Anyone venturing near might hear him murmuring from his perch. "Bloody strange things, sometimes..."

E - Pew Pew Pew

Did you know this place has laser tag? You do now. Perhaps you mean to be here. Perhaps you just got swept up in a crowd like it's so easy to do around here. Either way, you're here now, and there's a vest and gun just for you.

Oh. And there's Joker. Of course. Don't ask how he got outfitted into a vest himself over his goddamn wings, but it's happened, and he's grinning. "I have no idea how ta play this," he confides, not seeming bothered at all by it.

F - Joker's Wild

Joker, when not being weirded out by things, can be found just about everywhere. Want to dance? He's there. At dinner? He was feeling peckish too.

Basically, the 'general' option, if nothing here is of interest.


[ooc: Also, I can switch to action tags if you want, no trouble]

A - Room Service

[dorkypantsuit]

Psi watches the servants bringing the piles of pillows with confusion at first, and then amused curiosity. He follows them as they march past his room to their source, only to see Joker leaning against the wall. He gives his fellow supervisor a look that suggests he believes Joker to be up to something, but doesn't question him just yet.

"Mines good. How about yours?"

lars | OPEN

[mossbuds]

► DAY 60 (START): ANXIOUS WALLFLOWER
Lars would have maybe been a little bit more excited about this change of location if he didn't have to share a room with Strange, who already was a lot on his own in a shared trailer setting. There's also the fact that Lars loves to pretend that he's all about what this place represents and has to offer, but the truth is that there's nothing that gives him more anxiety than this type of scenario.

But as always, his desired, projected image wins out in favor of his own comfort, so Lars rifles through their closet. He found a mask he was pretty into rather immediately, but he's not really into the fancier suits and stuff—it's not his style. Neither is all the skanky, super revealing stuff. He pauses, raising his eyebrows when he stops on a long, hooded dashiki, embellished with gold thread throughout. He grabs it, and prepares to go out.

However, as expected, he'd just anxiously clung to the walls, hands uncomfortably shoved into the pockets of the dashiki. He's sort of glad to be wearing a mask, but he's bitterly aware of the irony. He wishes he had his phone to fiddle with... Eventually, he goes to the bar, even though after his shenanigans with Lapis, he wasn't really too keen on drinking again.

So now, Lars is half a drink in, still leaning against the wall, already feeling the familiar swims in his head, his face hot. He's just people watching in secret envy, privately wishing he could get over himself.

► DAY 63 : WHAT INHIBITIONS?
Fast forward to one day later, after giving himself a good, long sleep back in his room, followed by some more shopping around, Lars is now pretty fuckin' drunk. But he's actually having a pretty good time. Through day 2, he gradually loosened up; some other guests took to his shy nature and managed to coax himself out of his shell, a little—but not without the help of the alcohol he'd been nursing.

He's laughing with said friends, hanging out, and he turns kind of abruptly after mentioning he wants to check on something—and not only does he bump into your character, for not looking where he's going, but he spills his drink on them. His glass ends up on the ground. His mask is bumped askew, Lars pauses, eyes wide, and then he cackles heartily while someone comes and cleans up the broken glass.

"Oh, shit!"

He holds your character by the shoulders. Whether or not he's stabilizing them or setting himself straight remains a mystery. He grins through his laugh. That's right, no matter who they are! Maybe he recognizes them, but even if he doesn't like them ordinarily (or so it seems...), he looks glad to see them.

"Hey man, how ya doin'?" He pauses, still holding their shoulders, and he glances them up and down with a snort, observing his spill. There's an evident slur in his voice. "Lil wet?"

► DAY 65 : 2LIT2LIVE
Lars reached party nirvana, at some point. By day 64, Lars was really having a lot of fun. He was, and arguably still is, all out of shyness. He'd been all exuberance and everything he's always wanted to be. Unfortunately, it's only because of alcohol and magic, but he's finally not over thinking his every move. He hadn't been embarrassed for any lack of social grace, but it helps that the people here are so loose themselves.

Through the days spent at the Celebration so far, he's tried every manner of food and drink. He'd also potentially been seen making out with strangers, varied in shades of gender, age, and shape. For someone who normally turns away every opportunity to let loose and almost every opportunity to have fun, if it didn't fit within his very narrow and carefully groomed scope of how a person like him should be, Lars felt through days 63 and 64.

But now has reached party slump. He's crashing, having outrun his own endurance some time ago. He's been drinking and eating, but he hasn't really been hydrating. There's a chance there was something in some of the food he ate. He had a great time, but now he's getting tired and cranky.

But, also, he's still quite fucked up, so he can't move. He's doing what he thinks is sitting on a plush fainting sofa, but he's kind of slumped sideways across it. He's still wearing his fox mask, even though at some point he lost his shirt, and he's irritably waving one of his party friends away as they try to offer him more things, even though he honestly looks a little sick. He does the same to the staff. And then he does it again, this time abruptly sitting up and irately shoving them out of his space.

"Woulchya ge' the hell outta m'face?! Lemme alone!!"

► DAY ?? : WILDCARD
Make something up and hit me with it! Maybe find Lars on 62 or 64?

[ooc: reference for lars's outfit(s)!

lars will probably be doing a lot of his tag outs on day 62, which is just gonna be him shyly engaging in the general activities and acting like he isn't having fun.]

Day 60

[pipers_son]

Joker is still exploring, not committed to anything and merely getting a little taste of all the Celebration has to offer. Thus, he hadn't really meant to stay in the party, not for long anyway. However, he sees a familiar.... hair style, you could say, and it doesn't take a genius to see the discomfort.

Shaking his head softly, he makes his way over. "Noisy place, huh?" A nod to the drink. "That doin' ya a bit better than what ya had back at the carnival?" You know, when he first found you curled up in the ferris wheel making poor life choices.

Sophie Welman | OC | Warning for drunk and disorderly, and nudity. Keep it Classy Sophie.

[detonarrator]

Day 60-62

booze booze booze

[Party Town. Alright, alright. Sophie wasn't huge on raves or parties or anything, but booze is booze. By far the best thing she's found about this place is the range of available avenues for drinking. There's a sweet spot for dive bars in her opinion, above 'there is probably piss on the floor', but below 'why is everyone here so attractive'. Hopefully not stuffed to bursting with sports paraphernalia, and maybe with a pool table, or darts. Or ping-pong. Drunken ping-pong was the perfect mix of absurd and competitive.

And as it turns out, she's not the only one to favor this kind of atmosphere, because she finds a place just like that already up and running almost as soon as she ventures out of her room.

No, okay the best best thing was that everything was free. Sophie's pretty loaded back in her world actually, but kind of has a thing against dishing out too much cash on stuff that isn't like...weapons and video games basically. Hence her normal avoidance of the fancier cocktails. Rum did the job just fine, and meant you didn't have to pay for not alcoholic parts, so typically she just stuck to that. Or fireball, and every once in a while a decent shot of vodka. But now, she could indulge in whatever crazy concoctions the mixologists across multiple planes of reality had created and boy was it Great. She didn't even bother asking what was in them most of the time, just asked for whatever was the barkeeps favorite, or choosing on Funkiness of Name. She's actually not all that fond of buttery nipples, but she's had three so far just because come on. BUTTERY NIPPLES.

Hedonistic by nature and on principle, Sophie falls head first into the over-indulgence vibe, and can easily be found on what amounts to one long ass bar crawl. She's down for dancing, (Albeit real awkward like. She's not the most graceful under normal circumstances.), drinking contests, bar games, arm wrestling, whatever. If it's got a competitive component she is into it. For the most part she's not getting blackout levels of drunk. She's no stranger to her own limits, and this shit is only fun if she can remember it later on. So for the first few days at least she winds up in a comfortable pendulum sort of pattern between going a bit overboard, then pulling back and having plenty of water to keep herself standing.]

ARE YOU READY TO R-R-R-RUMBLE????

[Predictably, one confrontation or another ends up getting a little heated. Sophie's got an aggressive streak when totally in control of herself and when drunk it's inevitable that she'll boil over. But, right as things start looking like they're heading into 'significant property damage' territory of bar fight, a set of double doors open up, leading into a tricked out gym. Bags of all kinds, fighting dummies, gloves, pads, towels, equipment, and best of all an absolutely professional grade boxing ring, complete with stands ready and waiting to accommodate spectators. God Damn this place was perfect.]

Well douchebus, lets quit posing and get to it. Who here wants to see a good match!!

[That gets her a cheer from a handful or two of npcs and Sophie focuses back on her opponent, waiting eagerly to see whether or not they were .]

Take a Chill Pill

[Win or loose, Sophie's next stop when she eventually tires out from exchanging punches is the spa. With a quick stop at a bar to snag a bottle of ginger spiced rum first. Hell Yeah. She toddles back and forth between pools and baths of various temperatures and the saunas, often forgetting her towel somewhere and just wandering back and forth naked, regardless of co-ed areas or not. Hope nobody's offended by pubic hair because Sophie hasn't shaved anywhere for at least a good ten years.

Also, she's definitely got some scrapes and bruises forming from all her rough housing in the gym, which are all on display. They look much worse than they are really, she's just very pale.]

DAY 63-64

A Real Gym Rat

[Now it's starting to get bad. As the real lack of all consequences starts to dawn on her whatever was left of her self control slips away without her really even noticing. Raucous, aggressive, and temperamental, the proportion of her time spent in the gym provided by Party City gradually increased until she's basically living there. There's some soft enough falling mats in one corner, and equipment covers function well enough as blankets, so she's even sleeping there. Shame on you if you try to wake her up. Her little nest area has a few bottles around it, high end spirits, and what would normally be exorbitantly expensive red wines. Food too. There was a glass faced fridge in one corner filled initially with protein shakes and muscle milk and the like. She dumped all that bullshit out, and dragged it over to her area. She's been going to the buffets and getting 'takeout' that she brings back to her basecamp to enjoy. Her current leftovers include a large bowl of mashed potatoes, half a rack of ribs, and at least one whole cheesecake that she is saving for after a particularly extravagant win.]

Day 65

Gotta Get Gussied Up

[One way or another eventually Sophie is dragged out of her pattern of slamming it back and slumming it, and now she is. eughh. Shopping. APPARENTLY sweat (and some blood) soaked workout clothes that she'd been wearing for days on end were not "appropriate party wear" and she had to find something....else. If left to her own choices she would have wound up there in a clean t-shirt, jeans, and a paper plate with two eyes cut out for a mask. As it is, someone has managed to convince her one way or another to at least TRY and find something presentable. Her closet offered nothing she was willing to try on, so out into the fashion world it is. Someone please stop her from clothing herself entirely in clashing neon as some kind of protest.

It's a real possibility at the moment. She's currently glaring at herself in a mirror while wearing these.]

day 65!

[kingsroads]

[ He doesn't want to be heeeeeeeere.

Strange has also gotten dragged into shopping because look, when you spend the entire past few days showing as little skin as possible, somebody's going to notice. And when you're halfway to a sulk because of certain information you've learned about home, well this is the Celebration, there's no sulking at the Celebration, why not kill two birds with one stone, expand your wardrobe, stop that grumpiness, and go shopping! Needless to say, one of the people he had been playing cards or billiards with shoved an armful of clothes on him, told him to try them on, shoved him in the same area as Sophie, and then promptly ditched him.

He's also looking at himself in a mirror while wearing some awful floral blazer that he looks way too uncomfortable in. ]

This is awful, [ he simply says, interpreting Sophie's glare as her hating the idea of clothes shopping as well. Hopefully she'll be someone he can bitch and moan with. ] We look awful.

Hinawa | Open!

[sunflowerfields]

A: Out and about

Without a roommate, Hinawa's guest room is entirely too big for her. Most of the clothes in the closet were not her taste, either, and it took reaching to the very back to find something she would actually wear... even if it does show off her hooves.

She doesn't fair much better outside the guest rooms. Everything about this place is decadent to the point where it makes her uncomfortable- she further out of her element than she was in May Tricks. Still, she's a guest, and she should at least try to enjoy the commodities offered. Eventually, she stumbles into the massive shopping area and she stops to look up...and up... and up...

"Huge!" She gasps, unaware of anyone nearby to overhear.

B: Happy Box

She's seen some of these devices before, in May Tricks. Magical discs that play music and boxes full of people, though none of them were quite as huge. This one box in particular seemed to take up an entire wall, and flashes images of people talking. Hinawa stares, trying to figure out how the people got in the box in the first place, and before long she's entranced by the sound and the lights. What was she doing again...?

C: Party soft

Hinawa is not a party animal by any means. If anything, she finds herself in the seedier parts of the celebration entirely by accident. She's only offered one drink before she realizes this and turns to leave. If you're around, and not entirely sober, however, she might spot you and offer you an out in the form of being dragged back to your room.

Party less soft

[spaghettimonster]

Late in their stay, Papyrus is not entirely sober. Not from seeking alcohol, but because other partiers offer drinks and he's enjoying saying yes to it all. At some point in his partying, he's received sunglasses to given his face, a lei hung over his tail, and intensely colored lipstick pressed to the sides of his skull.