⇨ 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

[mistweaver]

Perhaps I should go get food, as well? It is never a good idea to drink on an empty stomach. [Though for the moment, that is exactly what Jou is doing, advice be damned.

At his thanks, she gives a smile and a small bow.]

It would be my pleasure! Though you did not have to drop your feet for me. I have sat near much worse than a pair of dusty boots. They certainly do not outstrip a wet Worgen or an orc for rudeness, I assure you.

[She's trying to make a joke, but really, she's probably only confusing him. Still, Jou pulls out an empty chair and has a seat.]

Though I did not catch your name. I am Jou Shan Aleflower, formerly of Azeroth, at your service! Such as it is, and I imagine by terms of my contract, the circus comes first. [So she concludes, with a wry smile of her own.]

[atouts]

No. That would only make getting drunk all the more difficult. [ Even if that shouldn't be a goal, but come on. Just look around them. ] And I think tonight is one of the rare nights I'll aim for that. Case in point...

[ He picks up his beer and gestures back towards Jou herself with it. ]

I haven't the faintest idea, Miss Aleflower, what a worgen or an orc is. [ Creatures? More strange people? ] Though I do know I did not give a name before. I am John Childermass, from Yorkshire.

[ No formerly about it. ]

[mistweaver]

It does not need to be a great deal of food. Just enough to lessen the morn's headache. [Because hangovers are probably the very last thing they need in the morning. And she had no power to cure that sort of thing. But, continuing on, since he'd seemed curious, to her, she'd explain...]

Worgen are humans. Save they labor beneath a curse, and turn into wolf men. Though when they choose, from what I understand, not by some other force holding sway over them. Orcs, on the other hand, are large, tusked, often smelly, muscular humanoids. They are rather warlike, most of them. Some are brown, some are green, but most all are surly.

[And she gives an incline of her head, then.] A pleasure to meet you, then, Mister Childermass, circumstances notwithstanding. Though I cannot say I have heard of Yorkshire. What is it like?

[atouts]

[ Oh, she's probably right about the headache. Maybe he'll pocket something to eat on the way out, but as of now, he's not particularly inclined to go wandering through this particular crowd of strangeness. As for what Yorkshire is like, well... ]

It is the most beautiful county in all of England. [ He is, of course, incredibly biased. ] Although I believe I could say that for most of the north.

[ Again, still incredibly biased. The north is home, it'll always be home. ]

And what of Azeroth? Is that a country? Full of wolf men, green people, and bears?

[mistweaver]

It is an entire world, sir. With more people than that, even. Elves. The walking dead. Trolls. And humans, of course. [Her furry mouth quirks in a smile, but she's entirely serious, is Jou.]

I think I should like to see your Yorkshire, but I am not sure that it would accept me easily. And I would like to show you the Valley of the Four Winds, in Pandaria. It is not my homeland, but it is very much like my homeland. The Wandering Isle is difficult to find, you see.

[atouts]

Because it wanders?

[ Educated guess. ]

You would be correct, though. We only have mankind to worry about. [ And faeries, but whether those will wander out into England yet or not is neither here nor there. ] People would make a dreadful fuss if you showed up.

[mistweaver]

Well, yes. It is a turtle, after all. [Her grin now is a bit wider, just enough to show a bit of sharp tooth. She's more than a bit amused. Though her expression changes quickly enough to a bit sulky. Jou Shan knows very well that she is harmless unless threatened, after all. Don't poke the bear.]

That is a shame. I would like to make friends there, but I do not want to be put in a menagerie!

[atouts]

[ More liable to be shot, then put into a menagerie, but that's an uncalled for addition. ]

Pointless to dwell on it. We may not even see the outside of the carnival for however long our contracts hold us. Though... I would be curious to see how one lives on a turtle, given the chance.