⇨ 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

sweats no one saw that also radio post!

[kashuu]

Huuuuh? Obviously I'm wearing the best of the best. What's important is like the black high heels that go to my calves, two black straps on both pairs and the nice heel that's good for getting the job done.

( a pause as he clears his throat, looking at his heels before speaking again. ) If you want a pair that's going to cost you, I don't get people nice looking clothes for free.

( unless you really NEED it. )

[babbylon]

Oh, my. Heels are an attractive accessory.

[You can't hear him licking him lips, but he is. Maybe that's for the best.]

You are one of the designers, correct? What is your specialty, might I ask?

[kashuu]

Aren't they? I can't go anywhere without them but I make looking good seem easy.

( leaning back so that he can cross his legs, he raises a brow in curiosity as he hums. ) You're right, good guess. ( a pause. ) ...It depends, what are you looking for?

[babbylon]

I require very specific garments due to my...

[How to put this...]

...unique characteristics. Frankly speaking, compared to my compatriots, I am more affected by the fae magic than most.

[kashuu]

Unique you say? Alright, give me a run down. What are you into and I'll see what I can do.

( grabbing a notepad and a pen, he turns it upside down to click the button against paper so that he can turn it back over to start writing. ) Sounds like you're in a world of trouble if you got it that bad, but I'm open to possibilities.

( know that whatever it is will have added cute bows and such, gil should be wary. )

[babbylon]

There is a tail involved.

[And that's just the start of said trouble.]

And feet that are at best described as angular.

[kashuu]

You really do need stuff modified... alright.

( okay, he can do this. he's not a tailor BUT SHOUT OUT TO HIS HOMEGIRL VIETNAM, make his ideas reality. ) What do you think about ribbons on the tip of your tail to match your outfit or a set of jewelry? Like, can't forget about those!

[babbylon]

A ribbon...?

[Gilgamesh sounds cautiously intrigued. Go on, sir.]

[kashuu]

Do you not like style your appearance? If you have a tail, you can wear various ribbons on it! Maybe some with a few gems depending on your personality, y'know.

( this guy really needs some lessons on perfecting his appearance. ) Better yet, I should get a good look at you so like I know what I'm working with.

[babbylon]

I have gems embedded in my skin, but I did not consider using ribbons as a fashion accessory.

[So this person has at least earned an in person meeting. Gilgamesh obviously has time to kill anyway.]

Very well. I am amicable to this. Where shall I find you?

[kashuu]

What?! You're missing out like that, lots of people add that in their everyday appearance. How about I find you. Also don't totally take this as weird since you wanted to know what I was wearing and then me going over there, yeah?

( he's just trying not to make this awkward at all since all he's doing is trying to figure out an outfit for the other. )

The place I share needs to be done up a little more, you understand, right?

[babbylon]

I shall forgive your lack of propriety; you may find me among the higher end residences. Mine is the domicile bathed in gold.

[Note that he's trying very hard to avoid use of the word trailer. It just carries the wrong sort of impression.]

[kashuu]

Uhhhh, domicile? What is that, did you not get a trailer like everyone else? You must be a super important person not to get one! Alright, I'll be there soon, 'kay?

( well, that wrong impression has been given to kashuu considering he's going to think this man is living a lavished life! when in truth.. they're in the same predicament but he won't find that out until he gets there right? so give or take a few minutes to find where he needs to be, it takes him a moment to accept that the golden trailer... is the fated golden domicile.

which, kashuu is putting a hand over his mouth from laughing. ) Pfft. This person has gotta be hilarious, I like him already. ( knock knock!! ) Anybody home?

[babbylon]

[Boo! Gilgamesh actually awaits on the top of the trailing, swinging his long legs back and forth and grinning. A quick glance at his confirms his wardrobe woes; he's built half-man, half-dragon. Those feet, those wings, and that tail would certainly not play nice with a traditional outfit.

He seems friendly enough, but those teeth of his are awfully sharp in person.]

Hilarious, am I?

[He doesn't appear to take offense, though, just tsking.]

You are quite an amusing one. You may yet be worth keeping around.

[kashuu]

Ooooooooh, I see now. That dilemma you're having. ( placing a hand over his mouth as he tries not to laugh again, he inspects what the other is wearing before flicking his wrist, motioning the male to come down. ) Come here, let me see what I'm working with.

( with his hands dropping down to his side, he chuckles softly as he shakes his head. ) Kinda, not like that's a bad thing. Think of it as me laughing with you, because like, I just think the whole "domicile" and "trailer" switch is super cute.

( but for now!! ) Well, I gotta stick around. Who else will pick you out good clothes?

[babbylon]

[What an adorable little face he has. Gilgamesh slithers down, indeed rather snakelike in doing so, and trots over. He's several heads taller than Kashuu, and gives off the distinct impression of barely restrained violence, but for now he's looking cool, calm, and casual.

As much as a massive dragonman ever could, anyway.]

I shall allow you the honor.

[What a lucky one you are, Kashuu. To be allowed anything other than condescension from this person.]

It seems as if you already have some ideas. Come inside; we may relax together.

[kashuu]

( this face is the cutest that he'll ever see, honestly! but there's a smile on kashuu's face as he does his best to analyze the assets that the other has. it's different, reminds him or some of the unique creatures that he fights back home but they're more skeletal than anything. he is sure to be careful about this, he doesn't know the other well enough to just start feeling him up to see how his clothes now lay on him. )

Yeah, yeah. I have loads of ideas for stuff like this. I mean, gotta stay attractive in a place like this. Can I also have a look at your wardrobe, a designer cant really relax, you know? Gotta get the job done.

( Of course, kashuu is going to follow his lead. )

But I never got your name, should have asked over our conversation.

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh nods, and gestures to further within the trailer: a massive closet containing far too many clothes, especially considering his unique figure. Not many of them look like they'll fit at first glance, so maybe his new friend arrived just in time to provide his services.]

I am called Gilgamesh. I serve the Ringmaster as treasurer, so rest assured you will be compensated appropriately.

[Assuming he can do the job well enough, of course. Otherwise he's in for an earful.]

[kashuu]

( there's a whistle when presented with the male's name. ) I see, that's one I never heard before but I hear some unique names every so often. ( not like he's against it, it sounds pretty rare, though, he won't dwell on it for so long. )

So you're like one of the many important people here. Gotcha, it's how you knew what I do? Anyway, I'm Kashuu Kiyomitsu. I'm a sword who's hard to handle but like, my performance is good so yeah, we'll be good working partners.

( oh no! no earful today! maybe kashuu can save himself. ) What I'm thinking is figuring out your taste and then asking the tailor to make what I'm thinking would be fabulous on you but you seem like lacking a shirt wouldn't hurt either. Y'know?

[babbylon]

[...ah, but that's one of the more memorable introductions he's heard. Gilgamesh perks up with excitement; could this truly be a sword given life, a treasure granted its own free will? As an ardent collector, it's got every single one of his senses ablaze. If Gilgamesh wasn't interested in him before, he certainly is now.

Never mind whatever else he's said. He's thoroughly distracted.]

Kiyomitsu? The same Kiyomitsu of Edo? I know you.

[And, although it's likely to be taken out of context—]

I own you.