⇨ 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

[forkedroad]

Annabelle acknowledges Susan with the slightest tilt of her head, though she doesn't initially tear her gaze away from the screens. What incredible, sensible magic, she thinks. It would be a far more sufficient way to share stories, and information... Though it seems like, in this room, it's mostly artistic and abstract. But even that makes her feel some sort of way that she finds very lovely and breath-taking.

She does finally look at Susan, and her expression suddenly brightens with a smile. "Isn't it?" she agrees, seeming to come back to reality a little. At which point, she notices her glass, and corrects how she holds it. Oops. There's only a fourth of a glass left, by the time she realizes.

Cradling the glass in her thin, long fingers, she smiles back at the screen.

"I've never seen anything like it."

She looks back down to Susan. She's seen him around, kind of—fleetingly, and briefly.

"You're the green one's little brother, aren't you?"

[wild_magic]

He's entranced by the screen a moment longer after her question, but finally he looks to her again and nods.

"You mean Lauren, right?" He can't think of anyone else green, at least (even if it's still weird to think of his brother as green, since it's only been a couple days at this point).

[forkedroad]

"Yes!" she answers, then laughs behind her knuckles, fingers curled daintily—as she snorts in a way that's not particularly flattering for a lady. "Oops, yes. Lauren," she says, once she recovers from her giggles. The wine made that funnier than it was. "How could I forget? He was the first person I met here."

She laughs a little bit again, then glances at Susan.

"Is he as dull as he seems?"

[wild_magic]

He laughs too at the question before shrugging a little.

"I guess that depends on how dull you thought he seemed!"

[forkedroad]

"Hm..."

Annabelle tilts her head and her hip, tapping the beak of her mask as she crosses her arms.

"He seemed rather dull... but he also gave me the impression he is someone who is less dull than he seems."

Logic.

[wild_magic]

He snorts a little as he grins.

"Well... You'd think he'd be interesting, he can do really cool things with his magic... But he always just sits around and acts boring instead. So I guess he's pretty dull."

[forkedroad]

"Being talented with magic is very interesting," Annabelle credits, and laughs. She understands what he means, of course—that's no substitute for a personality... or so she understands theoretically.

"Either way, that's alright. You seem lively enough to compensate for any of his lack of lustre."

[wild_magic]

He nods again.

"I mean, one of us has to be, right? He can be the boring and responsible one and I can be the strong and fun one!" Because that's obviously how these things work, you see.

[forkedroad]

"I'm sure it's possible to be responsible, strong and fun," Annabelle muses out loud, tapping on her chin. "...Probably, anyhow." She relates more to the latter of the qualities Susan has described. "Is your brother not strong?"

[wild_magic]

"Well..." He thinks about it for a second before shrugging.

"He's strong like, with his muscles, but my magic is stronger! He can do lots of different things, though, like healing and talking to animals and stuff."

[forkedroad]

"Strong in different ways," she suggests, smiling. "I'm regarded as quite powerful, where I'm from—but I can't do things like heal or talk to animals.

"I've always wished to do healing magic, but my mentor tells me that it's a core incompatibility, at ends with the essence of my spirit."

[wild_magic]

"Healing's pretty useful... I like my magic better though. Even though Lauren thinks it's too dangerous sometimes." Like when he blows things up on accident or accidentally teleports himself to other planes of existence. You know, normal things like that.

[forkedroad]

Annabelle's eyes glint with interest, partially hidden by her mask. She'd already had a first impression with Susan as being something of a troublemaker—that he may be powerful and precocious on top of it moves Annabelle in a way she's not familiar with. She's never felt the potential to relate to someone, really, especially in this way.

of course it would be with a fucking 12 year old

"How so?"

[wild_magic]

"Well... Sometimes, when I cast a spell, there's just too much magic, I guess? And I can't control it and it kind of does what it wants..." He trails off, frowning a little, although more in thought of how to put it and less actually being upset.

"Most of the time what it wants is to light things on fire."

[forkedroad]

Annabelle pauses, then laughs, almost seeming ecstatic. She reaches behind and to the side of her, where a host's servant has mysteriously appeared as by her unconscious whim, taking her glass from her. She claps her hands together.

"Yes! I know that feeling well. It's gotten better since I've gotten older, and I've had guidance for my magic. I used to accidentally break the glassware of my home... and light my sheet music and clothing on fire, when I was a little girl! I never meant to. My family thought me an absolute menace."

[wild_magic]

"Wait, really?" He looks surprised at first as she describes her own problems with magic, before breaking into a grin again.

"I've never met anyone else who knows what I mean! Are you a sorcerer too?"

[forkedroad]

Annabelle is delighted and elated in a way that's foreign, and, honestly, quite lovely. Her hands remain clasped, and tighten against each other as she stands on the tips of her toes. Which brings her to a little over six feet tall. Not necessary, Annabelle.

"Yes! I mean, essentially. Colloquially we don't really—" She waves her hand dismissively in front of her own mouth, rolling her eyes. Doesn't matter. "Anyway, some people are just a little 'over-stuffed' with magical energy. That's how I've always thought of it. I can't speak for everyone, but in my experience, it gets easier the more you learn."

She raises her eyebrows, grinning.

"I think you're quite gifted, you little sapling."

[wild_magic]

Susan, for his part, is practically bouncing in place in his excitement, just ecstatic about all of this.

"I know I am!" And he's humble, too. He laughs though before continuing. "I don't know how to learn though, no one ever makes sense, but if you know how then that means you can show me!"

[forkedroad]

Annabelle laughs as Susan expounds his logic so excitedly. She's flattered, but despite her own inflated ego, Annabelle is a little humbled at the prospect of imparting any kind of know-how.

"Well—I'm no teacher. I think. And we're from different worlds, so it might not be the same. But if nothing else, it's nice to meet someone who sort of understands, isn't it?"

[wild_magic]

"Well... Yeah, it is nice! You're right." And he really means it, too, even if he's slightly disappointed after getting ahead of himself. Lauren would have been happy if he'd found himself a teacher. But this is still good, and so he's still happy.

"You'll have to show me your magic, sometime. I wanna see."

[forkedroad]

"I think it's nice, too," Annabelle replies, smiling eagerly. "I would be happy to show you my magic, if you do the same for me."

[wild_magic]

"Yeah, okay!" He definitely is alright with that, he loves being able to show off.

"We've got to wait til we go back though, there's too many people around here and I could hurt someone on accident."

[forkedroad]

"Oh, certainly," Annabelle agrees. She pulls her mouth into a straight, low line, and talks behind her hand, leaning down to whisper at Susan as if this might actually be scandalous at a giant magical almost-orgy eternal party. "Especially because I'm a mite inebriated. Drink and magic are not well known friends."

[wild_magic]

He laughs a little at the 'secret', amused to think about it.

"Really? I never knew that it could make problems for magic..."

[forkedroad]

"It just makes control a little bit more difficult, and your intentions can be a little muddled. Perhaps it's different in your world, but that's how it is for me."