lostcarnival | ⇨ 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?

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Right, if it's like this all the time, I could get used to this.

[He looks up at her and cocks his head.]

Name's Spyro, by the way. And this here's Sparx. [He jerks his head, indicating the dragonfly buzzing next to him.] Who're you?

It's nice to meet you both! [ She bows in greeting. ~~Her back was starting to ache, she was bowing so much tonight.~~ ] My name is Medli.

This... might be a little ignorant of me, but are you a dragon?

Sure am. [He shrugs, as unfazed as ever.] Trust me, you're not the first person to ask me that. I get it a lot.

[ How does quadruped shrug.

At any rate, Medli clasps her hands together. ] I thought so! I was the attendant to the Sky Spirit, Valoo. He's a dragon too. Only... he's a lot bigger. Taller than the ceiling, here.

[ Pause. ]

And he speaks a different language from the rest of us... I don't mean to slight him, but it's so much easier being able to understand you, mister Spyro.

[Very subtly.]

Mister? Hey, bud, no need to be so formal. Seriously. You can just call me Spyro.

[Realms. Mister. He makes a concentrated effort not to show just how unsettling he finds that, being addressed like he's one of those old bags of bones back in the Artisan's world.]

Anywho, I can't say I've ever seen another dragon that big. All the old dragons where I come from aren't too much bigger than your average human. And we all speak the same language, too... Though you should hear some of the snoozefests some of the geezers can belt out. Makes me wish I couldn't understand em'.

O-okay, sorry!

[ Being raised to be so polite, especially to dragons, has its drawbacks... expect her to slip up a few times. ]

They might seem boring to listen to, but I'd probably listen to them anyway... I've learned a lot from my elders, even if what they said didn't seem useful at the time.

Pfff. Yeah, alright. I can't see how listening to Boldar ramble about how things were back when 'he was a young dragon' can teach me anything useful, but whatever floats your boat I guess.

Anyway... If you don't mind me asking, what are you supposed to be? I mean, no offense, I've just never seen a creature quite like you before.

I like learning about the past... [ But she won't argue with him. ]

Oh, I'm a Rito! We're sort of like bird people... [ This isn't always convincing, so she'll give a demonstration. ] I-it's not just the beak! We can fly once we're old enough, too! Look!

[ Her arms are suddenly replaced by white wings, and she flaps in place for a little bit before landing again, the wings vanishing. ] I'm still working on it, though...

Woah! [Spyro jumps back a little, but only to give her more space in which to flap.] You can fly!? That's incredible!

[And he really means that: his eyes are lit up, an enthusiastic grin spread across his face.]

I'll be able to fly some day too. [He spreads his orange, bat-like wings out, giving them a few tiny beats.] These things are really only good for gliding right now, though. Enzo says I need to build up more strength at the speedways first...

[ Medli smiles right back, blushing. ] Well, if I can do it, I'm sure you can too.

I mean, was only able to glide, myself, until... actually, until I came here! In exchange for my services, Miss Ringmaster gave me wind magic that helps me to fly.

[ She probably would have gotten better at it as she got older, she realizes, but it was the only thing that came to mind when she was on the spot. Ah, well. ]

[Color Spyro impressed.] Huh. No kidding! So that means you signed up for this voluntarily then, right? Wish I could ask the Ringmaster for something like that... I don't think she'd be too keen on helping me though, after I smashed a bunch of her pots and stuff.

[ Pot-smashing is a proud tradition that persisted long after the ancient kingdom was lost.

Medli thinks it's probably a guy thing. ]

Maybe if you impress her enough while you're working here... ?

Maybe... Guess we'll just have to wait and see. [SHRUG.]

Anyway, I'm off to go mingle some more. [The rest of the party beckons!] It was nice meeting you Medli! Hopefully I'll see you around?

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