⇨ 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

[thevictoriandetective]

Sherlock barely feels being run into, he doesn't even bother to look up. Sounded like Jimmy. Or maybe he was a hallucination. What was even real?

Nausea and shaking, apparently. Sherlock's forked tongue was hanging slightly out of his mouth. It would have been comical if the sight wasn't just so...sad. His scales were completely off color and he looked like a sick lizard with hair.

There's a string of mumbled, incoherent words from the crumpled up man on the ground. It was possible he was trying to say something, or he was simply incoherent.

[empty_vessel]

Jimmy'd kind of hoped that he was done with picking his friends off the floor after a bender. But apparently not. First get himself up, and then get Sherlock inside. "Is this your room? Please be your room." After a rough searching of pockets turns up the room key, Jimmy hauls Sherlock to his feet and gets him inside the room. All the while muttering implications that Sherlock owes him big time and that Jimmy is going to skin him alive and make luggage out of his ass.

Next step? The bathroom. He dumps Sherlock on the bed while he starts getting the bathroom set up, keeping an ear out for Sherlock starting to crash hard. Dry towels on the floor, wet rags in the ice bucket full of water, tell the lovely and charming attendants to fuck off.

[thevictoriandetective]

Sherlock doesn't seem to register getting dragged up and into his room. When he's dumped on the bed he just stays there, tongue hanging out, hair matted, completely limp. His eyes are unfocused, and the occasional random incoherent mumble escapes him.

"The ants are usually not so distraught."

He stays like this for a long time, then suddenly flops over again, trying to figure out where he was and what he was doing. Like he was hit with a sudden bolt of insight, he realizes who's in the bathroom.

"Jimjammers? Wh...wha'tre you doin' here?" he slurred.

[empty_vessel]

Jimmy blinks, leaning back a little to look out at Sherlock through the doorway. Yep. Definitely stoned off his gourd. Not that the other signs weren't a huge tip-off, but talking nonsense was another one.

And besides, Jimjammers?!

Jimmy's going to remember that one. "Yeah. It's me." He wants another cig right now, but it can wait until Sherlock is a little better. "Tripped over you and figured getting you off the floor would be the polite thing to do."

[thevictoriandetective]

"Hmm, good," Sherlock said lightly. He squinted, his brow furrowing, looking confused.

He rolled back over on the bed, looking for all intents and purposes like he passed out. He probably did. And yet, inexplicably, a few minutes later, he suddenly sat up, looked around, shrugged, and promptly walked up and out of the door.

He was muttering something about eggplants as he closed the door behind him.