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lostcarnival2016-10-15 06:47 pm
ringleaders) wrote in lostcarnival2016-10-15 06:47 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- alois trancy,
- archer,
- bonnie,
- elizabeth comstock,
- gilgamesh,
- ginko,
- greg universe,
- jajo,
- john childermass,
- lauren,
- mitsuki izumi,
- mutou yuugi,
- natsu,
- nona1,
- papyrus,
- peridot,
- pidge gunderson,
- son goku,
- spyro,
- steven universe,
- susan,
- tanyuu karibusa,
- the doctor,
- the psiioniic,
- yotsuba tamaki,
- yukine miyazawa
⇨ GAME START INTRO LOG!
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?
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. |
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[smooth move sans]
Wait, don't tell me! She drinks milk straight out of the carton!
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Don't you?
[He asks as if he can't imagine anyone in the world not drinking straight from the carton.]
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[Well, that didn't even take a hot second. Suddenly, something occurred to Brook. ]
Oh, my name is Brook. I'll be working here for a little while!
[or at least until someone sent help
help]
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[Sans sits back a little, keeping his bewilderment to himself. You meet a lot of characters in this business. He pauses, though, because hmm... how to break this?]
So...
...you usually a skeleton?
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[Brook seemed to be getting a little steamed, actually.]
All because I have no meat on my bones! Well, bones have nutrients, too! This is harassment!
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Way less mess, for one thing.
[Yeah he's just going to roll with this and see where it takes him.]
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[Since Sans agreed with him, though, he'd calm down a bit. Actually, he was just going to pick up one of the fallen sandwiches and put it in his breast pocket. For later.]
Mr. Sans, are these your hounds? I must confess, they gave me quite a fright!
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[Times lazily snaps their jaws from their place stretched out on the floor.]
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[Later was now. He took the sandwich out and started nibbling at it as he spoke.]
Pardon me if this is too personal, but are you all skeletons for the same reason? I assume that the circumstances that brought you together must be different from mine.
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Us? Definitely. Skeleton born and raised. Never even been dead. Well... not in this timeline anyway.
[He winks...?]
These guys were born out of a spell months ago. That's just how it is with monsters like us.
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[He was really wolfing that sandwich down in his agitation.]
Frankly, magic gives me the willies.
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[No offense or anything, of course.]
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[He dropped the remaining crust to the ground in shock.]
...You look like you're made of bones, though.
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But I promise, any resemblance to a human corpse is purely coincidental.
[This guy is just a barrel of excitement.]
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[Well that sounded like a reasonable reason.]
The world is a mysterious place...
In that case, were you put together by.... a witch?
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Nah. Another monster. We come in all types, y'know. Then I put these guys together myself.
[He gestures to his summoned dogs. Its almost like he's their parents, in monster terms? Not completely though. It's hard line to draw.]
Monsters make monsters with magic like humans make humans with... liquids?
[Something like that.]
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[Brook was fairly cackling over here, though of course he was long out of liquids.]
Yoho! Yohohoho! That's an adult's humor for you!