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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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Not the only way. [He's still looking off and away. In truth, he's never had cognac. Claude always tempered him in other ways, distracting him from these flights of fancy with even better things to drink. Special tea, hot honey, something flowery. Strange how a demon knew so much about what would taste and feel nice.] I do like having fun. I do! I have plenty of fun, all the time, maybe even more than anyone else.
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[And because it's better than seeing a kid mope- even one like Alois who's all arrogance and roughness, maybe especially one like Alois- Joker hops to his feet with his wings sharply coming to a close. Twisting around on his feet, he gives an exaggerated bow and playful wink.]
Let's go have fun!
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Well, he does love having fun, that wasn't a lie. His cheeks warm up and his big blue eyes get even bigger and bluer with an excited shine. He bites his bottom lip for a moment.]
Well, if you're a gentleman... [Alois stands from his seat, folding his coat so that it hangs neatly over his forearm, which rests horizontally across his chest.] If you're a gentleman, you must at least offer me your arm! I'll go ahead and see what sort of fun you like, Joker.
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[Another laugh even as he does the polite thing and offer his arm. Already, he's glancing up at the ceiling and trying to gauge a few things. It'd be hard to get some proper air up there, but maybe...]
[Welcome to Bad Ideas 101.]
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Anyway, Alois is practiced in the art of Bad Ideas, so he thinks he's fortified enough for anything.]
I'm very good at telling what sort of person someone is, you know.
[That's not exactly true, but he at least believes it is. It's just that he tends to assume the worst of people.]
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Oh yeah? You'll have ta tell me what ya think of everyone, then. I'm sure it'll be an enlightenin' lesson.
[Yeah, this is probably enough. He tugs Alois a bit closer, still grinning wide.]
You'll want ta hold on for this next bit.
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You'll be in so much trouble if you do anything too odd! [he warns, trying again to be tough.]
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[He leans down a bit, all grinning.]
The joke there is that this whole bleedin’ place is odd.
[With that, he crouches down a bit, whoops, and pushes off with a heave of his wings.]
[The good news is that he’s always been fairly fit, once he stopped starving to death. Combine that with one arm and realizing that the use of his legs was vital for taking off, and he’s definitely gotten better. His grip around Alois is tight as he makes it up to the beams of the cookhouse. Once you get over most of the heads, it’s unconscionable how much room there is, really, and he’s laughing as he flaps his way close to one of the beams with the most head space.]
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Being held, or this approximation of it, by Joker is very different from being held by Claude. Alois was particularly indelicate with Claude: if Claude was seated, Alois would clamber onto him, not minding the heels of his boots or the points of his elbows. Sometimes he would be rough on purpose, in fact, wanting to set Claude's glasses askew, to bring a flicker into his face. Claude was solid like marble, and cold like it too, and he made Alois feel very small even when Alois was in the middle of a growth spurt.
Alois does not feel particularly small, up here with Joker. A little bit, but not disproportionately so. Joker is strong enough not to drop Alois, but his grip is still human (or as human as one can be with such a pair of wings). And Alois' fingers are stuck to Joker's clothes like a kitten's claws, but Joker doesn't feel like marble. He feels like a real person. Alois hasn't clung to a real person since he slept with his brother in piles of hay. Talk about being small.
He's breathing shallowly once he's finally settled on a beam, mostly from exhilaration. At last he pries his hands away from Joker's shirt, and he sits upon the beam more gingerly than he does most things. Fatalistic as he may be, it's instinct to try and keep himself from falling down.
Tentative and testing, he swings his feet just slightly, looking down with big eyes.]
I've never—how often do you do this?
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[It’s probably a little alarming, but Joker is wearing a smile perfectly fit for the smuggest of cats, perfectly happy.]
[Stage manager he is, ringleader himself he used to be, but Joker loves keeping what circus tricks he knows up to par. For one thing, it’s fun. For another, well, it reminds him of times when he and his siblings were a little more optimistic. Noah’s Ark Circus had been their first taste of freedom, even if it was the knock off brand instead of the real thing. Poverty and their own bodies had trapped them in East End, and then the Baron had kept them close to home for a while… But the circus? On their own again, setting up tents and playing with the variety of tools they’d been given? When a dog’s been trapped in a cage all its life, even a long leash feels amazing.]
[A little scrap of happy memories, but Joker holds it and others close.]
[Adjusting himself so that he’s straddling the beam, he grins.]
Well, not in here, or else I’d have the cooks after me, but other places, now and then, ha! I've gotten much better at flyin'.
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Now, Alois had never been to a circus or a carnival, before arriving here to contract with the Ringmaster. Jim Macken would never have had the opportunity, and Claude Faustus kept his master swaddled safely in the Trancy home like a princess in a tower. Even visits to London were very rare and happened only a few times during Alois' time as an Earl. So he's still learning how to be starstruck by performers. He's still learning how to experience the heartthrob exhilaration of an artist's charms. That's what it is, Alois secretly supposes. Something artistic. Paintings are impressive, but they aren't full of kinetic energy.
What I mean to say is that Alois is astonished, and cannot even hide it. Even when the Carnival is holding performances, he doesn't go and watch them very often, preferring to busy himself with other efforts. (Let's be honest: he gets jealous of the people for whom the crowd go wild.)]
Is it good? To fly? Seems— [Amazing. It seems absolutely amazing. Ahem.] Seems tidy to me.
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[Still, that’s not an answer at all, and Joker leans back as he thinks about it.]
...But I like it. Once I got the hang of my wings and stopped havin’ ta think about how ta use ‘em, I got ta see all sorts of things I couldn’t from the ground. It’s like when yer on the highwire, seein’ the crowds as nothin’ more than a blur of color, only twice as amazin’.
[And there’s no one to bother him up in the air, either, or at least those who can don’t and have no reason to. But Joker keeps that to himself. Having even just Ginko know that he needs times to himself feels like a person too much, although he can’t verbalize why.]
And if ya like adrenaline, there’s nothin’ more heart pumpin’ than what ya can do in the air.