⇨ 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

[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.