⇨ GAME START INTRO LOG!

[ringleaders]

Who: EVERYONE!
When: NOW!
Where: Around the carnival grounds, and in the Cookhouse.
What: Carnival worker orientation, Ringmaster style.
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, maybe drugs. Other things?

BRAVE NEW WORLD↴ ► THE NEW: It doesn't matter when you entered the tent to discuss your new contract with the Ringmaster, you exit it beneath a blanket of stars. Pointedly alien stars at that - currently the carnival grounds are being treated to a show of shooting stars, and what appear to be unnaturally large and living green moons hanging just a bit too close. The carnival was bustling when you entered, but now it's in the latter stages of being shut down for the night. If you manage to find a clock, it states that it's around 8PM. Workers from during the day will be passing through the grounds, attending to various pieces of business. None of them will seem very surprised or concerned by the goings on, though some may be sympathetic enough to pause and answer your questions. If you put some effort into finding out how it became nighttime, you may discover that it's been anywhere from a few hours to 7 days since you originally signed your contract. Someone may explain to you that it was probably some kind of time bubble, meant to keep you out of the way until the Ringmaster had time to deal with you. Every few minutes another new person will pop out of the tent, looking just as confused and under the impression that they had only just finished discussing things with the Ringmaster. Weird. She passed you a note before you left. Opening it up, you'll see you've been assigned a trailer number, and been given the instructions to drop off any excess belongings and do what you can to get settled in. You have until exactly 9:36PM to do so, because that's when you'll be expected to attend what is listed only as "WORKER'S ORIENTATION". This is, perhaps, more abrupt than you were expecting - but what can you do? You're here for the long haul. ► THE OLD: If you've ever seen a mass recruitment before, then this is no surprise. People enter the tent when they're recruited, and then sometimes how up again days later when the Ringmaster is ready for them. She isn't a big fan of wasting her time on individual orientations when she's expecting a crowd. Maybe you're too jaded to all of this to care much, but you'll see the newbies wandering around, probably confused and maybe a bit lost. Maybe you're the kind whose is sympathetic enough to pause your role in clean up and give them some directions, and maybe a word of confidence. Maybe you'll just jeer at them, because you're some kind of asshole. Either way, you expect you'll have the chance to see them later tonight. Whether by world of mouth, radio, or written note, supervisors will be passing out the following message: all workers are to report to the Cookhouse at 9:36PM sharp for "orientation." If you are at all familiar with how things go around here, you probably have a good idea of what this implies. Mandatory Karaoke Night. MANDATORY KARAOKE NIGHT!!!↴ At 9:36PM, the main dining hall of the Cookhouse will be found heavily decorator with various coloured lights and at least one disco ball made of what is ostensibly high karat gems. There are a bunch of cushions and additional seating set up along with the usual tables, and at the head of the call there is a state set up - a karaoke stage. For veteran workers, this is no surprise. Karaoke nights are fairly frequent as activities go, even if they are not usually mandatory. Some of you probably have signature songs already prepared. The karaoke machine is set up with mostly karaoke tracks that would be popular in the 90's and 00's on the average modern earth, with a few that are more recent. It also has some other random stuff from other worlds that people rarely sing because they are confusing and in languages no one understands. Here is a big karaoke list for your inspiration! The more stereotypically karaoke the better. Beyond that, there is plenty of food and snacks that were prepared by the cooks earlier, as well as a bar set up for alcohol and other vices. The selection is, as most things in the carnival, eclectic. Music will be played in between if nobody is singing, and otherwise veterans are encouraged to bring along their own fun and show the newbies a good time. The Ringmaster does ask that vets attempt to be courteous to their new coworkers. It's just being a good host.

Comments

[osteothropy]

Sans lifts his hands in mock defense, his smile still there but his eyes reflecting back that same contempt.

"Pro-tip, pal. Killing people here is a capital offense, whether you think they're already dead or not. I'd keep those spells to yourself."

[mylastchance]

He doesn't say anything, instead allowing Susan to tug him in the other direction. He certainly scowls Sans' way first though, before wandering through the crowd to another part of the room.

[wild_magic]

Susan doesn't let go of Lauren until they're far, far away from the skeleton, and then he finally stops and turns back to look up at him.

"You can't use magic like that inside... You always tell me that."

[mylastchance]

He bites his cheek. He does always tell Susan that, but it's really only now hitting him that flooding the room was probably a poor decision. He doesn't want to admit that though, especially not to his little brother.

"Those bone beasts were running rampant. They were heading straight for me."

[wild_magic]

"But you could just hit them with your staff! Or let me cast a spell!" Lauren is good enough with his staff that Susan has no doubts that would have worked, but he knows that he could have helped, too, if he needed to. Still, though, that's not the biggest problem...

"I don't think we should fight, yet. Even weird skeletons. We have to be careful!" And normally Susan isn't the one having to say that, but sometimes he knows his brother can get a little out of hand with things like this. Plus he just wants to have fun and explore, not get into a fight, and he needs Lauren to not get into a fight to let that happen.

[mylastchance]

"I did hit them with my staff! And then he grabbed at it!" he says, before crossing his arms in front of him and glaring at the floor. It's not even that they shouldn't fight, it's that he couldn't. He'd though the Ringmaster's rules seemed fair enough at the time, but that was before he knew she had undead assholes working underneath her.

"It's not right. The dead should stay dead."

[wild_magic]

Susan almost rolls his eyes at Lauren, but he just shakes his head a little.

"Just ignore them, okay, there's not that many and they aren't doing anything wrong! It isn't their fault they stopped being dead." Probably, at least.

[mylastchance]

"If they didn't want to come back they'd stay dead."

Probably. Maybe. He huffs, still not meeting Susan's eyes.

"This place is terrible."

[wild_magic]

"...Sorry. That you have to be here."

[mylastchance]

Damn it...

"I chose to be here."

[wild_magic]

That might be true, but he knows it's only because of him that Lauren chose that. But he drops the subject, not wanting to talk about things like that, and instead just glances around again.

"I don't think it's that terrible here. There has to be someone you'd like to talk to."

[mylastchance]

He looks uncomfortable at the very idea.

"I don't like talking."

[wild_magic]

"Then I'll talk for you!"

[mylastchance]

He knows that, he's just saying he wouldn't like to talk to anyone. God! He just pouts.

"I just want to get away from the crowd."

Really, he wants to go home, but they can't. Home is very far away right now, and they won't be seeing it for a long time.

A year, that's how long they'd be here. It was finally hitting him exactly how much this deal had cost them.

[wild_magic]

"We can just go sit at a table in the corner, or something. For now."