⇨ 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.

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[empty_vessel]

Jimmy opens the door, looking significantly more rattled than when he'd arrived. Vest totally unbuttoned, tie gone, (hat's still firmly in place, though), and a hand rolled cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah. S'me. C'mon in." He moves aside to let Jaime in, and while the room does smell a little bit like smoke, there are fans set up to circulate the air, keeping the smell to a minimum. "Sorry about the cigs. Used to smoke years ago, and then when I was just done, there was one of them, offering me a little silver case of handrolled unfiltered." Another draw off the cig, with Jimmy moving to blow the smoke out the window, rather than contribute to the lingering smell in the room.

"There's sandwiches and drinks over there." Jimmy points towards the wall behind the door. "And white noise generators in the corners if you want to get some sleep."

[mildwildchild]

The guy looks about how Jamie feels, disheveled and tired and ready for something unhealthy to take the edge off. And wearing a hat to hide his shameful carnival mutations.

"You've really thought this out, huh?" Jamie's sort of low-key impressed by the setup Jimmy's got going here. He takes half a sandwich and a bottle of something sugary and caffeinated, then perches on the edge of a chair; if he's bothered by the cigarette smoke, he doesn't let on.

He turns the sandwich around in his hands thoughtfully for a moment or two. "I get the feeling we're supposed to like being here," he says finally. So what's wrong with us if we don't? is implied.

[empty_vessel]

"First it was just wanting to get away from the people. Then it was realizing I could still hear everything through the floor and the walls. Not a lot, just enough to... Imply what you were missing downstairs, I guess?" Jimmy shrugs and takes another long draw off the cigarette. "So they gave me white noise generators. I guess 'helping to make a quiet space' is better than being miserable?"

Jimmy takes a seat by the window, careful to keep blowing the smoke out. "Probably. Couple of years ago, I'd be down there with 'em. Just... Not into that anymore." Jimmy shivers, suggesting there's a lot of reasons for why, but he's not really explaining at the moment.

[mildwildchild]

Jamie chews on a mouthful of sandwich, nodding along with Jimmy. "At least you're helping people," he says when he's finished. "Or trying to, anyway."

He goes quiet again, thinking as he works on another bite. "Part of me really wants to get into it?" he says hesitantly, as though he's not really sure of how to verbalize what he's thinking and feeling. "But there's something about all this that's just...I dunno. Too much. It's almost like - like..."

Another pause while he gropes for a way to express his thoughts, watching the smoke from Jimmy's cigarette curl up and out the open window. "Like everyone's missing something," he finishes lamely. "I dunno. What do you think?"

[empty_vessel]

"That doesn't sound too far off. This place is far too good to be true. There's hotel staff being at the top of their game, then there's this." Jimmy waves the hand with the cig, indicating the entirety of Celebration. "The minute I wished for a smoke again, boom. There's an attendant offering me a little silver case of hand rolled cigarette with very high quality tobacco."

"So no, you're not alone in thinking this place is all kinds of wrong, but we're stuck here for a while." Another drag, another lungful of smoke blown out the window. "If you need another break, or some help in getting someone out of something when they're in over their heads, gimme a call. My private is 660.24462."