⇨ 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

Brook | One Piece

[swordfishtrombones]

A: Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you;
[While Brook had been quite distressed to learn that he'd lost that extremely important and vital rock-paper-scissors match with that beautiful carnival worker, the weight of that news still hadn't quite sunk in yet.

(Besides, his captain would be along to bail him out right. It was fine. )

With that incredibly irresponsible attitude out of the way, he brandished his signature shark-shaped guitar and gave it a strum. Karaoke machine? He was going to provide his own music! Or possibly just play obnoxiously loud backup for unsuspecting victims who didn't want to do karaoke in the first place. ]

♫ Tell it to my heart, tell me I'm the only one~! Is this really love or just a gaaaa~me ? ♫

Oh yeah, BABY!

B: But I just have to tell you, I love your voice;
[With the party atmosphere, however, it was only a matter of time before he ended up at the bar.]

Now everyone, I know you may be feeling a bit out of joint at the moment. But as gentlemen, we should strive to keep our dignity about us and provide an example for those around us. As a shining beacon of hope in the darkness!

[Wow, what a great guy. Despite his somewhat frightening appearance, it seemed as though Brook really was being genuine in his solemnity. Here was a man who took his responsibilities seriously. Who wanted to encourage those who might be feeling as though a rug had just been pulled out from under them. A true -- ]

PARTY TIME! YOHOHOHO~!

[Cue a nine foot tall skeleton dressed in a purple silk suit, afro, and floofy cravat, scarfing snacks and sloshing a mug of grog around -- spilling a significant portion of it onto his immediate surroundings and/or fellow employees in the process.

In fact, it was highly probably that he just grabbed your food. It all looked the same ok it was your fault for leaving it anywhere in a ten foot radius ]

C: Wildcard;
[Let me know if you'd like anything specific!]

Re: Brook | One Piece

[mylastchance]

You... Work here?

[swordfishtrombones]

[The answer was immediate. Brook turned to the stranger, mouth still full of deviled eggs (how), and waved a bony hand.]

Not at all!

[mylastchance]

[He looks annoyed.]

They why are you here?

[swordfishtrombones]

Well, that's quite simple. You see, I was minding my own business, taking in the sights and sounds of this wonderful festival. Oh, such exquisite sights... and sounds...

[What appeared to be a bead of drool formed at the edge of Brook's mouth as he recalled some pleasant memory.]

Then, out of nowhere, a mysterious brunette in tears! Those eyes! That melodious, pleading voice! Those measurements!

She informed me at once that she desperately needed my aid...

B

[mistweaver]

[Of course the Pandaren's at the bar. She has to take a good look at both the drinks and the food, and she's already set up a plate.

A plate that's swiftly taken by a skeleton. A very tall skeleton. Okay, this is the strangest undead she's seen by far. But he seems cheery for one, and she's had worse swill dumped on her by an orc in one of Orgrimmar's dives. Jou usually isn't in the mood for a bar fight anyway...]

Try the little dumplings, they're excellent! [she ought to know, she probably crammed a small handful in her mouth before she put more on that plate. And now, she's going for her second plate, while Mr. Skeleton bellows his "yohoho"s over her head.

Well, it is a party!]

[swordfishtrombones]

Why I don't mind if I -- waugh! Oh, goodness. Madam, you gave me a bit of a start.

[Apparently not enough of a start to keep him from reaching over and spearing a few of those dumplings on his long, bony fingertips, though.]

Haff nyoo been here longff? (Translation: Have you been here long?)

[mistweaver]

How did I do that? [Her? Pandaren are pretty innocuous, after all, and she's closer to his waist than his face, at 5'3. But if he's going to stab dumplings off her plate, she's going to pilfer a few off his, before reaching for an ale of her own.]

Not at all. I...well. I experienced a mishap at a food booth. I ran out of funds before my belly was full, you see.

[Not that that seems like it'd be a surprise, as she's rounded nicely in all the right places. Still, it's a guilty smile she's smiling.] I just finalized my contract not long ago, and am here to be oriented.

[swordfishtrombones]

[No complaints from Brook. Terrible table manners abound!]

So it was the tried-and-true dine and dash, eh? Better luck next time! Yohoho!

[What? He seemed to think she tried to ditch her bill... did she?]

A

[dragonsattendant]

[ A-another Stalfos... but this one doesn't seem to be much of a threat, Medli relaxes once she figures out he's not a threat. And once he starts to play and sing, she's enthtralled. She can definitely appreciate a fellow musician.

Once he finishes, she stands up and claps enthusiastically. ]

Wow, that was really good, sir!

[swordfishtrombones]

Thank you, thank you!

[Brook took a bow, basking in the praise.]

I can tell that you, young lady, are an aficionado of the arts!

...Might I convince you to lend me some money?

[dragonsattendant]

Ah?

[ She looks kind of sheepish, and shuffles her feet. ]

I mean, I would if I could, but I only have 15 rupees on me, and I might need to save up... But if you really need them, then I guess I can help!

[swordfishtrombones]

Really? How kind!

[no don't do it]

You see, I would love to tip some of the cook staff, but I left my gold in my other suit! How embarrassing!

B

[pipers_son]

[Not seeming particularly bothered, Joker reaches over to take Brook by the skeletal wrist before he can shove what looks like a cream pastry of some sort into his mouth.]

Oi, mate, I think ya should watch what yer grabbin', 'cuz that's mine.

[swordfishtrombones]

Oh my, pardon me. That was not my intention.

[He leaned elegantly over and stuck a straw in Joker's drink, taking a long, slurping sip.]

Ahhhh!

[pipers_son]

[Purposefully an asshole, just plain smashed, or oblivious? Joker guesses he’ll get to find out.]

Y’know, outta curiosity, where’s yer drink and platter?

PARTY! PARTY!

[fortuneglass]

[When you're around as long as Carly, you see a lot of things. Such as the Warden being a skeleton. And another guy being a...skeleton...demon. Thing.

And now-] Hahh?!?

The Ringmaster really attracts a lot of skeletons it's looking like... [She comments perhaps a little too loud.

Not that it matters because Brook totally managed to grab some of her food while she was gawking, if he was after it in the first place.]

[swordfishtrombones]

SKELETONS?!

[Brook dropped his snack, which fell to the floor with a little splat.]

Eek, how frightening! What kind of place is this?

[fortuneglass]

EHH!?! [BUT SIR. SIR-]

B-But aren't you a skeleton yourself?!

You were the one I was talking about you know!!

[wild_magic]

[Sometime a bit later in the night, likely when Brook is at the bar, he'll find himself being approached by a smaller half-elf boy.]

Um, excuse me, can I ask you something?

[swordfishtrombones]

[Brook had by now swapped his guitar for an elegant-looking, richly burnished violin. He paused in the middle of drawing the bow across the strings and looked down.]

Why, yes, it is me. "Soul King" Brook, at your service! Yohoho!

[wild_magic]

["Soul King Brook"? He has no idea what that's supposed to mean, but that doesn't matter. He has an important question.]

Can you tell me, what do skeletons like?

A! (For... "Ayyyy, late"?)

[fastestdraw]

[Ha ha ha, this guy?

Easel likes his energy. You've got to have some of that on an occasion like this, for a posse of entertainers, no less!

That last bit's not his own area, specifically, but nonetheless. When the apparent new skeletal member of the crew's done with his number, the veteran in the (by now fashionably ever-so-slightly askew) cowboy hat'll give him a raised glass and a loud, decisive, appreciative:]

Braaaa-vo.

[swordfishtrombones]

Thank you, thank you! ...What?

[Color him mildly surprised when he saw where that congratulations was coming from.]

How many skeletons are there out here?!

[fastestdraw]

[Ha, there might've been a time in which Easel might've hopped right to clarifying what he is right off the bat - but after riding with a skeleton who probably never belonged to a human and yet who is not a demon for a bit, hey, he'll pick right up perkily! Apparently, being a skeleton or skeleton-like is a strangely... universal thing.]

Well, at around the time you showed up, there were only two, countin' me, but so far, I seen you and one other new feller around tonight!

[Just enough of a pause to acknowledge that he's switching from one at-hand thread of communication to another!]

Y'all got a name, there, friend?