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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[As the song went on, Brook seemed to quickly be getting the hang of things. He'd never heard anything by the B52s before, of course, but he was a musician. It'd be disgrace if he couldn't at least

pick up the chords and start rocking out on his guitar]

♫ I got me a car, it's as big as a whale!
And we're headin' on down to the Love Shack... ♫

[And for some reason, he was now sniffling. And playing. At the same time.]

Oh, Laboon...

[Making it up is the way to go! Also he's rocking his guitar so it works out well, everyone else could be too busy being impressed by that.

Until the part he starts sniffling, because now she's worried.]

L-laboon? And are you alright...?

[How is he even tearing up. He clearly doesn't have any tear ducts.]

I'm fine, miss! The song! The show must go on!

[To his credit, those bony fingers weren't letting up in their relentless search for the beat]

[She quickly waves her hands.]

It is fine! We can give someone else a go and take a break until the next song! [Tiny fist pump!] A song you like! Surely there should be a good drink around with your name on it.

Madam.

[The chorus was passing by quickly -- an opportunity Brook took to recover himself.]

As a musician, it would be a disservice to my audience if I did not finish what I have begun. Leave if you must, and I shall finish regaling those here with the the tale of the --

♫ Love Sha~a~ack, thaaat's where it's at!
Love Sha~a~ack, thaaat's where it's at! ♫

[What a noble man, who is dedicated to the art of music! She finds his determination admirable, and as they are now comrades, she can't leave him hanging. Or abandon him during his time of need (karaoke).]

Then I will stay. Since,

Sign says "Stay away, fools"
'Cause love rules at the Love Shack!!

[When the song came to an end, Brook took a deep bow. For some reason, a significant portion of the audience seemed to be crying. This was because Love Shack was an everyman's tale, an epic that touched the heart and left it yearning for more at least until one realized that Rock Lobster was WAY BETTER.]

Thank you for your kind patronage! Buy our vinyl in the book!

...Though we don't have one. Yohohoho!

[...W-why are they crying, she wondered, when back at home, Love Shack really didn't draw tears out of anyone.

Was it Brook's effect? Who knows!]

T-thank you very much! [This is to both the audience, and for Brook making this quite fun, especially after he was sad for part of it.]

[With the set finished for now, Brook started to make his way over to the bar.]

Thank you, thank you! Hey, food! This looks great!

[WOW, HE'S CHEERY ALREADY. She can get behind that, really, as she goes to make sure he's definitely okay.

...Also can a skeleton eat? She must know this.]

The cooks really went all out!

Daff noffing, nyoo shoo tayf Sanji-san's cooking! If the beft! Ocopuff Buffet!

[(That's nothing, you should taste Sanji-san's cooking! It's the best! Octopus Buffet!)

Inexplicably, Brook was stuffing things in his mouth left and right, and it wasn't ending up on the floor. Where was it going?! He thrust a fork in her general direction, holding it out in midair like a short sword. ]

En guarde!

[Okay, she's trying to decipher that, but she figured that it had something to do with a "Sanji" and he or she should be an excellent cook.] I would like to eat this Sanji's cooking.

[Hopefully she nailed it! And what is he doing! AND WHERE DID THE FOOD GO.

BEFORE THAT.]

O-oh, do I duel back...?

Yohoho! Sanji-san would never turn down a request from a lady.

[He waved his fork encouragingly. She really shouldn't leave Brook hanging here, unless of course she actually had some semblance of table manners. ]

Really? Thank goodness, I would like to meet him.

Speaking of, my name is Vietnam. What is yours?

[Because you know, she's about to duel him. So uh...she picks up a clean fork and tentatively raises it. This is what people do at parties, right.]

It's Brook. "Humming Swordsman" Brook or "Soul King" Brook or "Dead All-Bones" Brook! Also known as the Gentleman Skeleton!

[ting ting he was thwacking away at her fork here]

Recently, I was gratified to find that my bounty was raised to 83,000,000 beris! Pleased to make your acquaintance!

Oh! It is nice to meet you, Brook, of many names and aliases.

[Ting ting! She's not good at sword fighting, but her experience with it means she's at least good at improvising a fork fight!]

Are beris...currency? Why do you have a bounty?

Because I'm a pirate, of course!

[Brook stopped the duel briefly to snarf down an appetizer with the fork in his other bony hand.]

The most wanted and dangerous pirates have the highest bounties. So I've still got a bit of work to do, you see.

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haha, didn't realize you did either

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