lostcarnival | ⇨ THE CELEBRATION

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⇨ 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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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.

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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?"

“Oh, fine, fine~.” Joker grins as Psi comes up, glad to see a familiar face already. “I think Snake is fallin’ in love with the bathroom. Back in England, we didn’t get ta use this sort of nice bathtubs most of the time.”

He steps closer, making some room for others to walk by in the hallway. He doesn't bother to hide the way he curiously peers at Joker's bedroom as he does so. Maybe he was making a pillow-fort or something? That line of thought is left to the side at the mention of Joker's new roommate. He was glad Joker had someone he knew here now. Psi knew how the other man worried about his family. If his 'family' were here maybe there wouldn't be any need to return. His smile softens at the thought of it.

"We didn't get to clean off like that much either." Sometimes it was the simplest luxuries that could bring you the must enjoyment. "Is he adjusting to it here?"

So far, no pillow fort… exactly. But there’s definitely some impressive piles of blankets and pillows getting started up, done all neat and tidy. It’ll be fun to just start flinging them on the floor, even if that’s a childish sort of want to have, but hey. Joker likes to think he’s earned it.

At the question, he shrugs. “I think there’s probably gonna be a wee too many people for him here- he’s a bit of a shy sort, and, ha, we don’t have places like this in England. But he’ll get used ta the carnival, I think.” His shoe taps agains the floor. “Even the changin’, hopefully.”

Psi nods, the changes were the hardest to deal with at first. It had been the same for Psi too.

"Just a gut feeling I have, but I think he'll be able to handle it."

Okay, but really? He has to ask!

"So, what's with all the bedding?"

Oh, he figured that was coming eventually. Joker’s grin gets sly. He could just tell Psi the honest truth and leave it at that…

“Why’re ya askin’?”

But a little bit of ribbing will be more fun.

He just gives Joker a look. Why would anyone not ask at this ridiculous assortment of pillows and blankets he's managed to accumulate.

"Little strange for two people to need so many blankets."

Best he can, he gives his most innocent look, which also mean they both know he’s at his 100% most fake.

“Why wouldn’t anyone have this many blankets if they could get their hands on ‘em?”

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Viktor was getting used to the idea of weird appendages and weird scenery, but hearing about wings still caught him off guard. This was a very slow process for him, getting used to the grandiose nature of the Carnival.

"Really? You have wings?" Viktor isn't trying to pry or peep but he can't help but hear that from where he's relaxing not too far away, forcing himself to just sit still for a few moments.

And just like that, Joker can tell he’s chatting with either a relative newcomer to the circus, or one of the many strangers that populate this place. With how many people are around, Joker isn’t going to discount one or the other.

“Yep~. Yer free ta come take a look whenever ya want- they’re the real thing too, ha ha!”

At some point, someone--he has no idea who--told Mitsuki it was about time he got some fresh air. That doesn't seem like the worst idea, so he pushes his mask up onto his head, lifting it to let his antennae poke out through the eyeholes, and wanders out to somewhere where he can see the sky. That means it's fresh air, right?

Someone he's not surprised to see someone up there flying around. He would if he could, after all. It's even less surprising that it's Joker, though, and Mitsuki finds himself just sitting with his legs bent under him looking up and watching Joker's flight. It looks so graceful and natural even though he knows at some point Joker didn't have wings.

It's the natural feeling of it that makes him squint when it looks like Joker literally touches the sky, since that's not natural. Sure, that's how they met, hanging out touching stars, but this isn't the Ferris wheel. It's enough to get Mitsuki to stand and wobble over to the tree Joker comes to perch in, knocking at the wood. That seems real...

"Joker. How'd you do that?"

“Huh?” There’s the sound of feathers ruffling, and then Joker finally manage to shift around until he’s looking down properly. “Oh! Mitsuki, there ya are. Hold on-” Carefully, he makes his way down a few branches before dropping down completely, landing in a crouch before he draws himself up. “So I guess ya saw that, huh?”

It’s pretty easy to guess what he’s talking about, after all. It can’t have been Joker’s flying, since that much is obvious- wings, right? So that can only mean…. Rubbing the back of his head, he gives half a shrug. “Honestly, far as I can tell… it ain’t particularly real. Just a fancy painted ceiling, basically.”

Here he is! He watches attentively as Joker makes his way down. While he's not sure he'd ever want them, Mitsuki's always interested in how Joker deals with his wings, and somehow that goes double for right now when he's inebriated. They're just so cool, like pretty much all of Joker. Mitsuki just nods to the question, though, then looks back up at the sky. Roof. Whatever it is.

"Why would someone go to all that trouble? Every world we've been to, even the last one where we were all underwater, they all came with a sky included. Why make one?" It seems incredibly time consuming and, well, pointless. "It's not any better than the real thing. At least, I don't think so."

Ah, the eternal question…. Why does this world do this weird thing that makes no godly sense? Joker wishes he could give him a solid answer of some sort. However, he knows his limits and, much like he can’t explain how the sky is blue only that it generally is, he can’t explain whatever nonsense is going on here.

So for now, all he can do is shrug. “Some places are just strange like that,” he says casually, waving his hand through the air. “For all we know, we could be inside a giant whale, and only the buildin’ is keepin’ us from seein’ that. Best not get too caught up in it.”

Normally (soberly) Mitsuki only considers these questions to the extent that he has to or that someone else asks him to, but he's curious tonight and if anybody's likely to know and not give him a hard time for asking, it's Joker. Plus, well, Joker is the one who touched the sky and not in a cheesy metaphorical way.

The whale thing, though, that's almost too much, especially for someone whose world is already a little swimmy. Mitsuki's face gets deeply thoughtful and he settles one hand on his chin, his pointer finger tapping his nose. After a moment, he shakes his head. "No, we wouldn't be able to breathe. I just thought since you saw it up close you might know, or maybe that you'd been here before."

It’s amusing how seriously Mitsuki takes the question, and Joker’s grin tilts up all the more fond as the boy thinks. Hearing the result of his thoughts has laughter bubble out of him, and he reaches over to ruffle his hair.

“Well, we could breathe in Atlantis!” he points out cheerfully. “But ha, no. I haven’t been here before. I don’t think there’s been a single stop I’ve traveled ta while with the carnival that I’ve seen more than once.”

"That's too bad."

Oh dear, where is that voice coming from? That sounds like Koel!

....She might be shooting at Joker now.

S H I T.

Joker immediately dives for cover with something that is a hilarious mixture of a screech and a cackle, not sure where Koel is shooting him from, or where she’ll hit, but trying to avoid it anyway.

“Koel! I didn’t know ya were inta this kinda thing!”

"Oh, I'm not!" The old woman almost chirps in response. "Usually."

She starts firing from whatever vantage point she's at. Watch out, kiddies, Grandma's packing heat.

Grandma has always packed heat- Joker has just always hoped that it wouldn’t be leveled at him, although better in a game than seriously. He manages to spring upon another person and tries to use them as a shield away from Koel, laughing all the while.

“And what got yer mind changed this time?”

"I was bored!"

Pewpewpew. Your shield is hit, Joker!

"And I haven't done anything like this in ages. Can you believe my grandchildren don't want me to hurt myself back home?"

Well, there he goes. Joker takes it well, laughing again as his shield blinks on and off in countdown before he’s back in the game. Time to run and find cover, which is exactly what he does.

“Someone as spry as yerself? Clearly they outta let you have a little fun!”

"Oh, but I'm just and old and frail lady!" She laughed. "What if I break a hip? What would I do with myself?"

She pops her head up for a second, revealing that she is not, in fact, where Joker might have thought her to be, but in another place entirely. Clearly someone has played Call of Duty in some form and knows how covers work very well.

(That or she plays it in real life. Its probably both in her case.)

Oh, Joker remembers her from the vampire attack. He is absolutely certain that she plays it in real life and, thus, is pretty certain that he himself is a dead man. Metaphorically speaking. Thank god these aren’t real guns.

Trying to duck behind some cover himself, he calls out to her. “Cook more, I’d wager! Now, ma’m, can ya go easy on a poor boy like myself?” Joker you are nearing your thirties, for god’s sake-

⇨ THE CELEBRATION

Joker - ota

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