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.

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[Lauren joins him, not managing to look any less bewildered as he does so. He pulls a door handle that's attached to a small black box, jumping back in surprise when it actually opens.]

What the hell?

[Susan peers in, too, trying to figure it out, before going to open another one.]

They're for keeping things in!

Are you sure?

[They aren't very big...]

Well, this one has some shelves... And it's cold. [It's a bit bigger than Lauren's, too.]

What a strange place.

[He closes his door before taking a seat at the table. It felt weird, being told to live in such a strange place. How could he possibly get comfortable here?]

...At least, it's a good place to put our things? And Fluff will like the bed...

It does look pretty comfy.

[He moves over to the queen mattress, before sitting down on it.]

Oh... Really comfy. Wow.

[What the hell was this thing made of?]

[Susan comes over to flop himself on it too, Fluff fluttering around in protest before emerging from under his cloak.]

It really is comfy!

[Lauren grins a bit.]

Yeah, now when I crush you into the ground I don't have to worry about you getting hurt.

You won't crush me if I crush you first!

[Not that he really can, but he doesn't care. He's going to tackle his stupid brother anyway.]

[Lauren falls back onto the bed, but it's intentional. He laughs as he easily flips over. Susan weighs basically nothing, so it's easy to reverse their positions and push his brother into the mattress.]

Who's crushing who first?

[Susan laughs as Lauren flips them, although he wiggles as he pretends to pout.]

Quit it, you're going to squish me!

[He laughs again before moving off his little brother.]

Hey, you tackled me first!

But I'm not as fat as you are!

This ain't fat! It's all muscle.

[He flexes, doing a strong man pose before dropping it with a laugh.]

[Susan just laughs at his dumb brother, sprawling out on the bed to get more comfy. Now that things are a little calmer Fluff starts to investigate, now that she was so rudely awakened.]

[Lauren stops, watching fluff idly before Stanley pokes her nose out of Lauren's front pocket and begins sniffing around. He smiles at the rat before gently taking her out and putting her on the bed.]

Guess this will be home for a while now.

[The rat squeaks back in agreement as she investigates.]

[Susan just watches the two sniff around, before looking back to his brother.]

It doesn't seem so bad. Even if it's a little cramped.

[He looks around at the strange wall coverings, but there's a window he can look through to the forest outside, and that relaxes him]

No. Not bad. Just different.

[He flops back onto the bed with his brother, staring at the ceiling now as his mind whirls, trying to process everything that's just happened.]

You going to be okay, being away from home for so long?

...Are you gonna be okay? [He honestly is more worried about Lauren than himself, even if he does attempt to dodge the question by turning it around on his brother.]

[He smiles sardonically.]

I've been away from home before.

[But Susan... Susan's never had the rug pulled out from under him before. At least, not quite like this.]

[He smiles a little.]

If you're okay, then I'll be okay.

[He turns his head to look over at Susan. He doesn't know if he believes that, but he'll choose not to question it for now.]

That's how I feel too.

[Susan still isn't sure about this, of course, but he still looks pretty happy as he lays there taking up basically the entire bed.]

D'you think there's any good trees to climb outside?

[Lauren shakes his head and rolls his eyes. Time to get up. And of course in order to get up he has to roll over Susan, crushing him again. Stanley squeaks in protest as she scampers out of the way.]

We're at a weird magic place with metal wheels that bring you into the sky, and you want to know about the trees.

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