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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. |
NONA1 | OC | NEW
[She feels it. The pull of the stars, (Glorious as they are, shining with a light she has never seen before, times like this she wishes her wings were installed to she could get a better look.) the magick thick in the air. It's almost too much to take at once, her sensors working overtime looking and touching and feeling and reacting to everything.
People that might see this will she a young woman shaking a bit and smoking out her mouth looking as if she's about to pass out.]
02: THE TRAILER
[After receiving her gift in the mailbox, NONA1 opens up the trailer. It's a nice place, the decor reminds of humans and their 'bohemian' style or the homes of silvers. Eclectic but still warm. Two beds are there, and NONA1 naturally finds herself drawn to the bed near the window with a view into the grass and the flowers dotting it.]
03: ORIENTATION
[One could ask how she managed to get into a a glow in the dark dress resembling the sky outside, large boots and see-though tights, fixing her hair in a complex style, and managing to do her makeup matching that of her dress in only an hour and thirty minutes.
The answer is, she's not really human in any sense of the word. Right now she's fully enjoying the orientation, dancing gracefully to the music somehow even with the huge boots on.]
04: KARAOKE
[NONA1 adores singing, even though she recognizes almost none of the songs on the karaoke machine, human music is truly very vast. She starts with something simple, bouncy. Her voice is like a bird, soft and graceful. But when a lyric comes up that hits her close to her metal heart, she belts in out.]
Some boys take a beautiful girl
And hide her away from the rest of the world
I want to be the one to walk in the sun!
05: WILDCARD
[Got something else for NONA1? Hit me up!]
2
Still, he thought it only right to make a point of passing by to see if he could catch the new co-occupant, greet 'em, settle 'em in - or start getting an idea of who they are based on what they've moved in with, if they turned out to be too quick for him.
Looks like his timing was on the dot, though.
A young lady, huh? If she's in the right trailer, strikes him as potentially not a hundred percent ideal for reasons of possible awkwardness, even with the frequency with which she'll probably be the only one in here, but!
That depends on her, and in general, nothing a little greeting and chat oughtn't be able to sort out.
He tips his hat, voice restrained but chirpy - better make his presence known first of all; the door opening and his hoofsteps might've already given it away, but he's not trying to be sneaky, let's still make that perfectly clear!]
Evening, ma'am!
[His accent is as thick as a brick wall knocked over and measured horizontally - "may-yom".]
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Good evening, I am NONA1. Your trailermate.
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Honestly, he would've given Tablet himself benefit of the doubt in meeting new people.
He repeats her name out loud, enunciated, for his own sake.]
Nona 1...
[And then nods into it.]
And I'm Easel! Charmed to make your acquaintance! Hope I ain't barged in at the wrong time.
I trust you're getting yourself settled in just fine?
[It's inflected more like an additional greeting than like a question, but he does still mean it as one.]
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[Not just in a 'recently joined the circus' sense, she also means 'is experiencing life outside the walls of a building' sense.]
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[The former is, unfortunately, all he's really able to infer at the moment!]
Surely you ain't been here for more than a night so far, after all - ain't that right?
[High inflection on the end - simply meant as in "please correct me if I'm wrong".]
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I been here for about three years now.
[And a demon would have to be super-impatient to consider three years to be "too long".]
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That is a long time...
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To some folk, I reckon, but, now!
While I'm sure I don't look it, I been around for a few thousands of years.
[Hard to tell how old someone made mostly of bones looks, but 'ay.]
Three ain't much where I come from. [Quick point at himself with a thumb.] And if it were, I wouldn't'a spent even this long away from the ah-mazing lady I got back there.
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1!
[ ilyas doesn't want to assume, you know, but he's fairly certain that most people shouldn't be breathing out smoke. concern alone stops him dead in his tracks as he passes by, and he approaches with hands hover in case she suddenly-- falls? is that a possibility? or is this the kind of thing where you give the other person space. he was never clear on the differences. ]
Do you need [ ... ] water? [ just a shot in the dark, here. ]
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[It hasn't gotten in her head yet that she's overheating a bit.]
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... You look unwell.
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[She does feel a bit overheated...]
I do feel overheated. This must be too processing...</tt?
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It is a bit to take in, but I think it'll make sense in time. Ah, maybe you should sit down? [ just long enough to clear her head. that should be sufficient. ]
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[She thinks there's nothing wrong with it. But she sits down.]
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"Organic," huh... [ this vocabulary is killing him. ] So that makes you-- what, exactly?
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