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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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[ He doesn't seem happy with it. Not that he's the type of person who ever sounds happy with anything.
At her other question, he just shakes his head, frowning slightly. ]
I suppose. I know nothing of it.
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I see, it is your first time staying here now... [She starts to lead him to the Supervisor Grove.] From what I hear, the Supervisor trailers are much more luxurious than ours.
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[ He doesn't give her time to answer before he goes on, muttering. ]
I have no need for luxuries.
[ Not that he doesn't--secretly--enjoy them, or at least the aesthetic. ]
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You have no need, but it would be a convenience, no?
[She wouldn't mind herself! Wonder what his new one looks like...]
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[ He sounds deeply concerned with this, more so even than finding the trailer. Or with what might be in it. ]
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[She rubs the back of her head. This really can go both ways.] It depends where the carnival visits. Some of the places are quiet peaceful, even if they thought they knew everything, like that one time we visited some Wizards...
But...did you hear of the vampires?
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I have hardly been here a day. I know nothing.
[ He ain't too proud to admit it. ]
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I hear it has been the worst event in the carnival's history, though it happened during the year of my contract. A visit to a world where vampires, who...creatures in human form who survive on blood? The carnival accepted a task to take care of some of them.
So they came for revenge. [She gestures around the carnival.] It is why it is so quiet. Many perished in the attack, and a good number of the survivors left as soon as their contract was fulfilled.
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(too much) (not precisely)
(maybe a little)
But he needs a fight, and he's not sure if this position will offer him one. ]
I know of vampires. They were among the ranks of the Scourge. Fiends, all.
[ Of course, he's more than a little bit of a vampire himself. But not entirely, so it's fine. It's fine. ]
But this does not sound like a typical occurrence.
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The Scourge...? [Now something she doesn't know.]
It is not. Though, this is just the extreme case. Consider it...mmm, we are all different kinds of beings here, no? So with different kinds of places to visit, with the kind of magic, or science, whatever they have in their worlds, should there be a fight, you'll definitely be tested.
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[ Hmm. But there were no guarantees, it seems. His steps become agitated, his ears fold back slightly. ]
Let us hope a test comes sooner rather than later.
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Many of our fellow staff might be interested in fighting with you if you would like to do so.
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[ A sardonic, toothy smile. ]
Such is life, or otherwise. In any case, is not merely a matter of fighting.
[ He shakes his head. ]
I would not wish to put them through it.
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[She doesn't mind it at all, but it is just unusual to her.]
So this is...how to say, bloodlust?
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[ His ears fold back entirely on either side of his head; he seems irritated by the suggestion that they'd have such a thing in common. Vietnam is beautiful, after all. ]
More or less. Yes.
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[Okay that's actually a smooth reason to be buggered over, if only she knew! What she does know though was that he does seem irritated. But then no one really chooses their fates either.]
If you are able to fight someone who can regenerate relatively quickly, would that suffice or no?
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[ He frowns, the line of his mouth thinning, his jaw set. He would not ask for this. ]
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[For someone so prickly, he's been rather nice.]
If you can find someone who can handle it, wouldn't that be something that you both could gain?
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This is not the simple pain of a failed parry. It is suffering. Agony. Anguish. Blood boiled in the vein. Skin flayed from the bone.
[ He feels both excited and repulsed by the prospect, by the thought of it. He grits his teeth. ]
It is not sparring practice.
[ Because, truth be told, he doesn't need an honorable combatant. He needs victims. ]