lostcarnival | RAT PARTY LOG: Day 105

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RAT PARTY LOG: Day 105

Who: Everyone and anyone.
What: A party.
Where The menagerie.
When: Day 105

It’s a rat’s birthday party, and if you’re in the labor crew attendance is mandatory. After watching his department's sense of team spirit drop to dangerous levels Psi has decided to try and force people to have a little fun. Of course, the recent lack of camaraderie among the Labor Department isn’t the sole reason for the party; as Ginko had mentioned, anyone who decides to take a look at Rex the rat king will find a seventh head apparently in the process of emerging from around his shoulder. It’s not quite fully formed yet, essentially just a nose and mouth poking through the fur, but it’s very definitely there.

I. GINKO AND REX
A table has been set up near Rex’s enclosure with a number of rat king-safe treats laid out on it, so as to reduce the risk of visitors giving him something he shouldn’t eat. All the same, Ginko will be spending most of his time near Rex, and keeping an eye on things - just in case he has to, you know, discourage people from putting their fingers too close to the new mouth, or something like that. Fingers are not considered rat king-safe treats.

II. TWISTER AND OTHER FUN GAMES
Psi is here as well obviously, and he does have twister. He won’t actually make you play, but he will call you a wuss if you refuse to join in. Twister isn’t the only game they have available though, as later on Psi will also be ~~forcing~~ allowing people to play “Who Am I?” In this game the name of another person at the carnival is placed on a player’s back. Players then have to guess whose name is on their back by asking questions yes or no questions about that person to other people at the party. (Feel free to pick whatever name you want for your character.) Although Labor Department members have to play, others are welcome to join too.

III. FOOD
But what would a party be without the free food? There’s lots of good stuff. BBQ Ribs, Chicken Adobo, Pork Mango Habanero and for dessert there’s cupcakes in the chocolate and lemon flavored variety. Lar’s made it all so feel free to be shocked about that.

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A - Adult Supervision Required

Anyone who has worked at a petting zoo probably knows that giving a large number of people unrestricted access to one or more animals has the potential to end very badly. It gets even worse when the people in question have access to alcohol - which, regardless of whether it’s visibly present on the food table, Ginko assumes will be available, given the carnival’s everything.

So he spends most of his time hanging out near the animals, and particularly near Rex’s enclosure. The massive rat king seems quite curious about all the activity, poking a couple noses out of his cage to sniff at the air or at the food set out for him nearby. Whenever he starts doing that, Ginko will pat one of his noses and mumble something to him, sometimes picking up a snack to pass to whichever head had been getting impatient.

Whenever someone comes by to see him up close - or is even just hanging around looking like they might want to - Ginko will wave them over with a small smile. “Hey; did you want to come see Rex? He seems to be handling all the excitement pretty well.”

B - Party Games Are The Worst

Ginko has never played Twister. In fact, he never intended for that to change, because it honestly looked to him like an uncomfortable at best and hellish at worst experience.

But also, he promised Psi that he would play, and he doesn’t intend to add breaking promises to the list of things he’s done wrong recently.

He’s frowning down at the dotted mat, ears pinned against his head. “So, how long is this supposed to go on for?”

C - Break Time

When you’re used to being alone in the mountains, parties are only bearable for so long. A couple times over the course of the party, Ginko will pull one of the other animal keepers aside to watch Rex for a bit while he steps away to go hang around by the far side of the barn for a while, away from the commotion.

He sits down against the wooden wall, and digs in his pockets for a couple seconds to get out his cigarettes and matches. After the recent infestations, he feels like he has to be all the more careful about keeping mushi away, even if it’s not an exceptionally logical response.

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Julien's here as a black-and-white pigeon the size of a small horse, wandering around with dark curious eyes. He feels a little more comfortable walking around as a bird, to be honest. It's been a while since he had basically any human features, and while it's coming back to him, he's too naturalized to this form to want to let go of it. Being big and having amazing eyesight just feels right.

He could eat an immense amount of the free food, which all looks and smells really good, but he contents himself with browsing and picking, delicately operating tongs and serving spoons with his hand-sized beak and the two clawed, scaly fingers left on each wing. The adobo is so good that he wraps some, steaming, in a length of saran wrap that wasn't there a moment ago, and draws an invisible line down his own closed wing with his beak. After a moment a visible line appears and becomes an oval full of vague dark shadows, not a hole set into his body but a sort of window hovering against it. Julien beaks the plate of food through and the oval closes, and he ruffles his feathers in a satisfied way.

Otherwise he spends quite a bit of time seemingly perusing the animals in the menagerie, exclaiming quite often. He's also here to scope out who else is here, relying on it being very hard to tell what a pigeon is looking at, but the animals really do impress him.

"I feel like we should be friends," he says playfully, looking up at the featherball T. rex, which surveys him with keen interest. "We really should! Even if I'm envious 'cause you're fluffier!"

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A - Handle with Care

Miko hasn't spent a whole lot of time in the menagerie, beyond the times when she's been sent here to help clean up or transport supplies. Frankly, though, she'd like to hang around here more - it's just difficult to find opportunities when there's so much else to check out around the carnival and the worlds it visits.

This, though, is a fantastic opportunity, and Miko doesn't intend to waste it. If she's gotta be here anyway, she might as well look around! As such, she spends a good chunk of the party going from one enclosure to another, leaning in to get a good look at the animals inside. And... sometimes sticking her fingers in to try and pet them.

The crate of arms particularly seems to have caught her attention at the moment - and, since that one doesn't even have a cage to stick her hands into, she's just letting the tiny hands sticking out of the slats grab her fingers, then pulling back with a noise that's simultaneously amused and disgusted. She has, in fact, done this repeatedly. "Man, what is this thing? Like, does it even have an actual body or what?"

B - Party Games 1

Awww yes there's Twister. It may not be as much as her thing as, say, rock climbing, or anything involving simulated violence, but it's still fun.

Miko is nearly bouncing with excitement - even if she's far enough into the game for that to be a not-great idea as far as, you know, maintaining balance. "Just watch, I can keep this stuff up all day! I'm gonna kick all your butts at this."

C - Party Games 2

"Okay, so... is it a supervisor?"

That's the best way she can think of to start narrowing it down right away. Of course, maybe she'd have some idea of how ridiculous that was if she knew the paper on her back had Amethyst's name on it.

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Taako has mostly come because he figures a party will be more interesting than wandering around, lost, or just sitting in his trailer; he spends much of the night sampling the food, seemingly quietly judging it and making faces in reaction to each. (They're mostly pleasant reactions, though.)

Since this is his first real outting to meet the other folks here in person, he's very interested in seeing what sorts of bodies the voices he's met belong to. He's people-watching, picking out those he's spoken with from those who are entirely new, and silently wondering just how much of the strangeness he's seeing is natural and how much is fae magic leaving its mark.

What a weird party.

It's always good to come to the menagerie...even if the party is when the labor department's one and only vampire would usually be sleeping. It's less good to be surrounded by people. Snake takes a few minutes to visit the members of his usual entourage that are currently in the menagerie. This doubles as a chance to avoid the other attendees.

However, this behavior can't continue forever. Eventually he has to go join the party. He's a bit of a wallflower, though; after offering some extremely large yogurt balls to Rex (while wearing gloves to prevent predatory scents from freaking the rat king out TOO much), he's not got a lot to say or do. He can't play twister, after all; too close to too many beating hearts. Add in that he doesn't know enough people to play Psi's who-am-I game very well, and he's stuck, just as the sticky note on his back labelled with Sans's name is.

He can't even eat. He's just sipping at a juice box. It's white. There's a red biohazard label on it. The straw is opaque. Three guesses what's in it, first two don't count.

Foster.... does not want to be here. At all. In any capacity, for any reason, and yet here he is.

There is nothing about parties that he enjoys. Interacting with people is never worth it. It's tedious and overwhelming, frustrating at best and nightmarish at worst. Large numbers of them are not an improvement. And Ginko in particular is not someone he wants to see right now--for multiple reasons. He doesn't even like animals, so interacting with Rex has no place on his extremely short list of possible interests. If that weren't ordeal enough, birthday parties especially are unpleasant for him--right along with New Years' Eve, celebrations of time passing.

So why is he even here?

Because, apparently, he has no choice.

The Psiionic, for reasons beyond his understanding, specifically requested that Foster be transferred to his department. And by making him a member of the labour department, he also made Foster's attendance at this event mandatory. If Psi had struck him as petty enough, he'd suspect some kind of particularly obscure revenge.

As it is, he's both confused and angry about it--he's deeply and openly suspicious of Psi's motives, but ultimately, he has no control over the situation.

So he's at the party, exactly where he doesn't want to be, looking both stressed and unhappy and watching the multi-headed rat monster with a fixed kind of intensity.

There's no force in the world powerful enough to make him play Twister, though.

Rex

[Sophie has taken it upon herself to get Rex into the spirit of things by giving him a party hat. Actually hats plural. He needs one for each head after all. She's already be-hatted a few of the more indifferent heads, and now has worked her way up to the Troublesome ones. So come watch her grumble and mutter as she tries in vain to stretch herself tall enough to put a party hat on the topmost head. It doesn't help that she's fairly short and Rex can just crane his neck up and put his paw on her face to push her away and down.]

Come on now you ungrateful bastard. Don't be the debbie downer, all your other heads are into it!

[That is definitely a lie, as at least two of them are shaking their heads as best they can and occasionally pawing at the elastic string keeping the offending garments on their heads. Sophie herself is of course wearing a party hat of her own, and has a stack of them on the table next to her. Come get your own or she will chase you down with one just as soon as she is done with this stubborn rodent.]

Twister

[Sure, Sophie's playing. And getting way too into it. And also attempting to "strategize" by not taking the closest convenient dot, but purposefully trying to take convenient dots away from competitors. As such she is very soon very well Twistered, and now attempting to win via intimidation. Sadly her notorious Death Glare is less effective when it's coming from under her own armpit.]

[Grr arg, very intimidate. Much scare.]

Even if it hadn't been a mandatory party, Adrien probably would have been there anyway. He hasn't been to a lot of parties before, and even one for some kind of weird giant rat seemed fun... And somehow more normal than the last (and only) party he'd gone to, where his best friend turned into a super villain and threw a birthday party for him, forcing all of their friends to come.

He hasn't tried the games yet, although right now he's watching as he eats some of the many (and delicious!) food choices, occassionally slipping a piece of something into his jacket when he thinks no one's looking. He's never played Twister before, so maybe for now he'll just sit it out...

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Ginko | OTA

Julien | OTA

Miko | OTA

Taako | OTA