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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Zecora regarded her with surprise for a moment, before leaning her head back a tick to let out a warm laugh. "Then you'll be working under me.
That makes this meeting quite lucky!"

"It does, doesn't it!" Elizabeth's laughing. "Well, I'm looking forward to working under you. I should warn you- all my experience is purely theoretical. I've done a whole lot of reading, and very little actual first-aid."

She had patched Booker up a few times, truthfully.

Zecora laughed and shook her head, dismissing Elizabeth's worries out of hoof.

"Better that you start out new!
Around here there's much more to do
Than bandage skin or set a bone.
I'll teach you tricks of your own."

Hope she didn't mind learning how to brew potions.

She totally didn't mind learning how to brew potions. That sounded amazing, actually.

"Wonderful! I can't wait!" Always eager to get into the action, that was Elizabeth for you.

"But later is when you'll learn to mend,
For now we've a gathering to attend."

Taking a step to the side, Zecora swept a hoof in the direction of the tents and trailers. Its dramatic nature was very much intended -- since the orientation, such as it was, truly would be the bridge to her new life here. For however long it lasted.

"There's a time and a place for everything," Elizabeth agrees. She's curious about this party- she's never actually been to one. And certainly not one with karaoke whatever that was.

She follows Zecora's sweeping gesture, gazing out over what would be her new home. "It's unlike anything I've ever seen before."

The comment made Zecora chuckle. She'd thought the same once, a long time ago when she'd first walked into this weird little world. Now, years later, she'd become jaded about it all. Elizabeth was a reminder of the wonder that still existed, even here,

"It has a certain steady form
Compared to places we perform."

Elizabeth's brow furrows just ever-so slightly. "Other universes, right? Of all the infinite number of them out there." She'd done a lot of reading on theoretical physics and the idea of multiple universes.

Zecora was wise, sage, and clever -- which meant that in many ways, admitting she did not know something was difficult. But pretending otherwise would do Elizabeth no good, nor would it benefit Zecora anything...

"I do not pretend to understand
How it fits, this plan so grand.
Countless places fit together
And I could not tell you whether
Each is a universe or just a new stop.
Perhaps you'll learn at this big top."

It's only then that Elizabeth realizes that Zecora is speaking in rhyme. It's something she's dimly aware of now, but she doesn't comment on it. She's a bit more concerned about the context of the rhyme.

"Perhaps I will," she says with a sly smile. "But I think it's time to learn what karaoke is."

"You are in for a treat --
So move those feet!"

Chuckling, Zecora put hooves to action, turning fully to start pacing back to the tents.

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