⇨ 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

[swordfishtrombones]

[He removed a little teaset from his pile of belongings, which included a surprisingly dainty set of teacups and a kettle.]

Yes, exactly! Do you like tea, Pidge-san?

[He could make you some]

[sweatysometimes]

[ This day keeps getting weirder and weirder. ]

Uh, sure. Yeah, tea sounds great.

[ Having tea with a talking skeleton. Sounds legit. ]

[swordfishtrombones]

[dum de dum, just getting some water to fill this tea kettle...

seriously though how was he going to drink this tea

were they going to need a mop afterward]

I find it very relaxing, myself -- a way for me to warm up these old bones.

[was that a joke]

[sweatysometimes]

[ Pidge has no idea what to think right now, so she'll just sit here and watch him make tea. Maybe she'll figure out what to do or say later. ]

Yeah, I like a nice cup of tea when I'm doing homework or something.

[ Making small talk with a skeleton who is also her roommate. Pidge's life gets weirder and weirder every day. ]

[swordfishtrombones]

[Aaand set to boil. Brook sat down elegantly on his bunk, wrapping his long fingers together around his knee.]

Pidge-san, do you have any dreams?

[sweatysometimes]

[ Pidge watches, seems a bit startled by the question. ]

Any dreams? You mean when I sleep? Or the life-goal kind of dream?

[swordfishtrombones]

Dreams like... 'I want to become the best swordsman in the world' or 'I want to find a fabulous treasure'.

[Where was this going, no one knew...]

[sweatysometimes]

I dunno. Joining the Galaxy Garrison?

[ She's guarded, not sure she wants to reveal much about what's going on with her to a relative stranger. ]

[swordfishtrombones]

Eh? Is that like the Navy?

[Space was basically a sea of stars right yes of course]

[sweatysometimes]

Kinda? It's all about exploring space and seeing what's out there.

[swordfishtrombones]

I don't understand what you're saying. Not at all.

[Space? You couldn't go out into the stars, what a silly idea. Although that was sort of a tricky situation, wasn't it? A pirate and an aspiring Marine in the same trailer, and here he was putting up this wanted... poster.......]

Pardon me, but you don't seem overly interested in collecting on bounties for someone who wants to be in a garrison. Is it because you're still in training?

[sweatysometimes]

Uh, we don't really bounty hunt or anything like that. We're more in the exploration business. Plus even if I wanted to try and collect on, uh, your bounty, where would I even turn you in?

[swordfishtrombones]

[Brook fairly collapsed with relief.]

Whew! I was worried you were one of those 'Absolute Justice' types!

[The tea kettle began to whistle, so Brook stood to take it off the cooktop and make them both some tea.]

Exploration, eh? I've done a fair bit in my time.

[sweatysometimes]

Justice is great, but as far as I know you're not wanted where I'm from.

[ Pidge replies with a laconic roll of the eyes as she watches the skeleton set about making tea. ]

Oh, yeah? Where?

[swordfishtrombones]

Most recently, the ship paid a visit to Fish Man Island. You're talking to a guest of King Neptune. Yohoho!

[He handed her a cup of tea.]

Come to think of it, I've spent all of my unlife in the Grand Line. I suppose you haven't heard of it -- it's a sea filled with dangers and adventure! Fearsome monsters and babealicious babes!