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lostcarnival2016-10-15 06:47 pm
ringleaders) wrote in lostcarnival2016-10-15 06:47 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- alois trancy,
- archer,
- bonnie,
- elizabeth comstock,
- gilgamesh,
- ginko,
- greg universe,
- jajo,
- john childermass,
- lauren,
- mitsuki izumi,
- mutou yuugi,
- natsu,
- nona1,
- papyrus,
- peridot,
- pidge gunderson,
- son goku,
- spyro,
- steven universe,
- susan,
- tanyuu karibusa,
- the doctor,
- the psiioniic,
- yotsuba tamaki,
- yukine miyazawa
⇨ 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?
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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Also did anyone actually notice that.]
The music is louder than the accident, we must get rid of the evidence before they see! I-I will try to fix it!
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[...]
...
[...someone saw. Shit.]
Time to go!
[GOTTA GO FAST, guess who's getting pulled out the door with him.]
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[She would've apologised but they're making a getaway now so she's trying to keep up!
THERE'S SOMETHING STRANGE ABOUT WATCHING A DRAGON AND TIGER MAKE A GETAWAY.]
Where would we even go--?!
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[Which means, punctuated by a flap of Gilgamesh's wings, they're taking off into the sky once they've reached the outside. It's quite a different view up here, compared to peddling below on a miserable bike... fresh and crisp and even with the extra weight and all those drinks in him he bears her load easily.
There's no missing the grin on his face, either, but he'll surely deny it later.]
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[Immediately she wraps her arms around his shoulders as soon as she heard the flapping of wings. Knowing how much he drank, this could prove dangerous, and so she holds on with dear life.
But soaring through the sky, and with the lively grin on his face as the wind zips past them, she can't help but feel at ease. And in awe at the world below them, lights dotting the carnival.]
It's beautiful up here. [Just then, the lamp has been forgotten.]
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Just can't seem to stay away from me? But I suppose it's to be expected.
[His tail lashes back and forth, though it doesn't appear to be a violent motion. Interested, more like.]
Yes... for a nation such as yours... it makes perfect sense.
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Her ears wiggle a moment, sighing at his response.] I believe the first time, you found me. But I suppose so. I wonder... [Is it because he's hard to avoid? He is a supervisor.]
Are you saying a nation like mine will cannot help but be close to an ancient king?
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[But that too. Gilgamesh glances outward, to the deep, dark sky, and looks... peaceful? Settled, at least.]
A resolved one. And if you sense a worthy challenge, you pursue it—not out of arrogance, but out of a desire to prove yourself.
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She looks at him, watches as he looks up at the sky. He's a lot more relaxed out here now, and she draws her knees together so she can prop an arm up on it to lean.]
It's been a long time since I've showed that much of me. Or you've read me too well, Gilgamesh. Kings are truly perceptive. [She gives a tiny smile.] Did you think I succeeded today?
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[...it seems she's not escaping that moniker, no matter what she does. But he goes.]
And that as such, you are likely to continue buzzing around me as you've caught the scent of something quite tantalizing. I will allow it, for now, but know this: we are not friends, not companions, but simply fellow beasts. A tiger and a dragon. As such, we can turn on each other in an instant.
[It doesn't even sound threatening so much as slightly defensive. Trying to ward her off, on purpose, as he has done to all others. Maybe he really is as bloodthirsty as the rumors say, but for now he's just being a bit prickly. And prickly wasn't the same as murderous, at least not most of the time.]
If you can accept that my fangs will someday pierce your neck, or yours may attempt to do the same to mine, I can accept your presence.
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But yet he says that she may sink her teeth into his neck. That's more of a challenge, isn't it?]
Fellow beasts, you really did accept this life easily.
[And so she climbs, closer to him, so she can look him directly in the eye. If this is a challenge, she must accept it head on. There really is something about him though. She just can't put her finger on it. And all this talk about how he could rip her apart, well, she's never really felt fear.]
Honey may drown the pest, but the pest can eat the honey. Very well, I will be your reluctant beastly companion until one of us decides to turn on the other. [She bares her fangs for a moment, and gnashes them at him.
But then her expression softens.] Just know that unless you attack first, I have no reason to bite.
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[As the great beast, the great tyrant, a man with an appetite to swallow all the world. Even if he was revered, he was also feared, and for good reason. Even if she's a pest, she's not quite as slow as she seems; he would guess she's well-aware of who and what he is, and if that's the case...
Well, she's only willingly risking herself by being around him, and he cannot be faulted for whatever consequences result from that.]
It remains to be seen if I can call you anything like "companion". But you may try.
[And fail. He stares straight back at her, undeterred by this show of strength, nor the softness that follows.]
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[Great beast, great tyrant, she's learnt as much just watching him. And yet there was something.
Perhaps sometimes someone just doesn't have enough fear, that they want to play with fire. It's a challenge, she thinks. But she does want to learn a little more.]
Do not call me anything now then. We will tell in time. [She settles down again, sweeping down her clothes.] I feel like there is more to you than what I can see. I wonder if I am wrong or right?