[ When Natsu had first spoken to the Ringmaster about his contract, he'd been fully prepared to roll up his sleeves and help out, maybe lend a hand with repairs or something and be on his way. It's no relief to him to come out and see an unfamiliar night sky overhead, with the knowledge that he's not going to be leaving the carnival anytime soon - and what's worse, he's not even doing what he's best at!! He should have gotten a scouting position. So what if he uses real magic? Doesn't everybody?
He's a little huffy as he patrols the carnival grounds, but after some night air and maybe just a touch of magic, the dragonslayer finds himself roaming in earnest, meandering between tents as they go down and trailers lit by tenants new and old.
Hmm. Maybe he should check his out, too. Which one was it again? Did he get a note or something to tell him which it was? If he did, he doesn't remember it. ]
Uhm.
[ Maybe he should just...open one? ]
ii. Party Hard
[ THIS is orientation? Oh heck yeah. Natsu is so worked up he can barely stay put; in fact, he doesn't. Instead he's weaving his way among the carnival's employees, trying to avoid causing anybody too much trouble and gunning for a better spot to watch everyone sing...and maybe weasel out of singing himself. He doesn't know any of these songs, and he definitely isn't a great singer.
He thinks he's doing a pretty good job, 'til he feels someone prod him from behind. Did he get caught? Maybe he should just act natural, pretend he already did it. ]
Huh? What's up?
[ The greeting is, of course, accompanied by a turn. It's rude to talk to someone without facing them, after all! ]
Natsu Dragneel | OTA
[ When Natsu had first spoken to the Ringmaster about his contract, he'd been fully prepared to roll up his sleeves and help out, maybe lend a hand with repairs or something and be on his way. It's no relief to him to come out and see an unfamiliar night sky overhead, with the knowledge that he's not going to be leaving the carnival anytime soon - and what's worse, he's not even doing what he's best at!! He should have gotten a scouting position. So what if he uses real magic? Doesn't everybody?
He's a little huffy as he patrols the carnival grounds, but after some night air and maybe just a touch of magic, the dragonslayer finds himself roaming in earnest, meandering between tents as they go down and trailers lit by tenants new and old.
Hmm. Maybe he should check his out, too. Which one was it again? Did he get a note or something to tell him which it was? If he did, he doesn't remember it. ]
Uhm.
[ Maybe he should just...open one? ]
ii. Party Hard
[ THIS is orientation? Oh heck yeah. Natsu is so worked up he can barely stay put; in fact, he doesn't. Instead he's weaving his way among the carnival's employees, trying to avoid causing anybody too much trouble and gunning for a better spot to watch everyone sing...and maybe weasel out of singing himself. He doesn't know any of these songs, and he definitely isn't a great singer.
He thinks he's doing a pretty good job, 'til he feels someone prod him from behind. Did he get caught? Maybe he should just act natural, pretend he already did it. ]
Huh? What's up?
[ The greeting is, of course, accompanied by a turn. It's rude to talk to someone without facing them, after all! ]