⇨ 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

[cutcrease]

[ He's lucky that she's willing to even play along considering her essay of an explanation was ignored..!! She sighs heavily, making sure she's extremely close to the radio so he can for sure hear her. ]

have you looked in the mirror lately?

[babbylon]

All the time.

[You're not helping your case, little lady.]

[cutcrease]

[ There's an unhealthy pause after his response. ]

ummmm..... you do know you're basically hot topic's wet dream right?

that's the textbook definition of "too much".

[babbylon]

And you do know with whom you're speaking?

[He just barely refrains from tacking on a you stupid bitch, but it is implied in his airy tone.]

I am Gilgamesh, and thus the idea of "too much" does not apply.

[cutcrease]

Stop taking things so personally. Just because they never gave you that endorsement deal doesn't mean you can't play nice!

[ She laughs (or chortles, a mix of the two really) obnoxiously before she, quite suddenly, cuts it short. ]

Hey, but seriously, why have you been here so long?

[babbylon]

[Simply:]

Because I chose to be.

[cutcrease]

Huh? Seriously?

[ Worth a shot, she figures. ]

I always thought you would've gave some long-winded speech about why. Not some half-assed answer.

[babbylon]

Tell me, little one... do you know anything about suffering?

[Oh, boy. Here we go.]

[cutcrease]

[ okay, listen, she didn't mean for you to actually do it ]

.....Oh my god!! G...G......Gilgamesh...! Getting your backstory would be seriously rushing our relationship..... My pure, maiden heart just can't accept something like that happening!!

We can't do this.

[babbylon]

You seem excited.

[More like suspiciously aroused. Maybe she's not the only one.]

Well, don't let me go making you uncomfortable. We wouldn't want that, now would we?

[cutcrease]

I would be super DUPER excited..... If you could show me in ten words or less.

[ She very well knows that sentence doesn't make any sense. ]

B-But, I mean, if someone like you can't do that then we definitely don't want you to feel like, embarrassed or anything, now would we?

[babbylon]

A world, drowning in curses, as everything dies in anguish.

[Ten on the nose. Someone get this man a medal.]

[cutcrease]

U-Uwoh, I might've actually shed a tear at how poetic that was.... It's almost like you write for a hobby! [ In a way, it truly does remind her of home and her unfortunate classmates stuck in it. ]

....I mean, it's pretty good, for someone who only followed half of my instructions.

[babbylon]

[There's the sound of quiet laughter on his end. Quiet, menacing laughter.]

If you prefer show, rather than tell, I'm afraid you must come to me first.

[cutcrease]

[ She mimics his laughter, but in a lower pitch. ]

And where do you hang out exactly? Princess' custom trailer?

[babbylon]

[His tone grows abruptly sharp.]

I am no such lady, but a King instead, and you will address me as such.

[cutcrease]

King Where? Last time I checked there's only one ruler and she's a Queen.

[ For once she's actually not referring to herself?? ]

Anyway, are you gonna answer my question or not? I hate repeating myself.

[babbylon]

[...well, fair point. King of Not Much Anymore, in truth, and he's not inclined to go against the word of their mistress, so he falls silent on that point and simply states:]

It is the golden domicile among the others of some rank. You would miss it only were you blind.

[cutcrease]

[ She mumbles something along the lines of 'did I just really shut him down' and 'oh my god' before speaking.. ]

K.

[ It doesn't take her that long to find his golden domicile either. He was right, you'd have to be blind not to see the obnoxious masterpiece or just plain stupid. That, and she has snooped around enough to recognize certain landmarks among others.

Junko doesn't bother to knock, kick a mailbox, or shove her face against one of the windows. What she does do, however, is probably one of her most well recognized talents-- yelling at the top of her lungs. ]

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