lostcarnival | ⇨ THE CELEBRATION

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.

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Psi begins laughing and snorts a piecenof waffle up his nose. He starts to cough while laughing as he reaches for a napkin. He blows his nose to clear the waffles from his airway.

"You had syrup stuck to you for a whole week?"

He cant even imagine the mess that must have made, not to mention how annoying it must have been. So maybe it would be better with something less sticky?

"What about chocolate?"

Also he's wearing this.

Edited 2017-02-19 03:04 (UTC)

Psi's amusement is all too encouraging. It's been a while since there's been anyone both interested and old enough for some of his wilder stories.

"It doesn't stay sticky forever, y'know. You ever tried to get dried crystals out of your hair?" It had been a nightmare and a half at the time, but now he can't stop snickering. "And on top of that, the tasty smell taunting you..." He waves a french fry wistfully through the air. "...just out of reach..."

He sinks back into the cushions of his seat. "Chocolate though, that's perfect. Sweet, dark, warm... Worst comes to worse, you just take a loooooong soak in the sun."

He can't exactly picture it. His hair had never been as long as Greg's. He can't imagine the pain of untangling each individual strand and pulling out the dried syrup. He can however imagine the frustration and annoyance of having something stuck in his hair, following him everywhere he went. Melee fighters always went for the head against psionics, but blood was pretty easy to remove most of the time, even if it stung like a bitch. The smell could certainly taunt you though.

Even as the thoughts flit through his head it's as though they belong to someone else. He was happy here, everyone was full of energy and there was so much he could do.

"Or it could just melt from your body heat..." Depending on your blood color of course, that went without saying, and there wasn't any need to think of Alternia's deadly heat. "If you licked it enough you wouldn't need to worry about it getting stuck at all."

In fact, some chocolate would taste really good right about now. Without a word a servant approaches to set a bottle of chocolate syrup on the table. Psi grabs it without even bothering to utter a 'thank you.' Taking the cap off he eats the syrup straight before setting the bottle back onto the table. Coming here was worth it, even if all he did was eat the food.

"Ohhhh, nonono." Greg raises his hands. "I'm just talking contingency plans, here. If you know how to do this right, there won't be any left. In any crevice. All depends on just how limber you are." He's not entirely sure if he's going more for a goofily sexy tone or a hilariously creepy one. Mostly he just sounds inebriated.

He falters, thinking it over. That's not always easy to do anymore. Then, he starts sniggering harder than ever into his fries. "Wait, wait wait. That makes it sound like I'm no good at it! There's a learning curve, is all."

Psi just laughs with Greg. Even if he doesn't really get why Greg is laughing at first, this is a ridiculous topic and laughter is contagious.

"Don't worry, I'm not judging you!" Honestly, with some of the shit he's done since joining the carnival getting syrup stuck in your hair isn't anything to write home about. He'd never done that though, and well, it seemed he was in the presence of a capable tutor.

"So what's your deal? Are you human monogamous or something?"

"Who, me?" Greg sucks at the dregs of his soda through a straw--a moment later, someone's there to refill his glass. "Not even. My... Steven's mother, you know, she was... oh man. She was out of this world, all right."

Usually this would be the part where he sobers up a little. Instead, that wistful and warm feeling of her memory simply mingles in with all the other pleasant, lazy enjoyment he's feeling already.

"How 'bout you? Mister big homeworld criminal making the most of his choices now that things aren't so strict?"

That sentence gives him pause for a moment, before he's grinning again. This time it isn't the usual smirk though, but something softer.

"Monogamy isn't a thing for my species, there are a few people I miss." He shrugs, digging back into his food when he's done.

⇨ THE CELEBRATION

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