⇨ 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

[osteothropy]

Roman whimpers in disappointment, looking at Amethyst like she just kicked them. They crumple down onto her lap, looking super pathetic in order to gain the most sympathy in a short amount of time.

New, however, leans straight into her hair and growls in a way she probably knows is meaningless. How could you do this to us, Amethyst? Unfair.

[drrdrrdrr]

She sticks the tongue on her stomach out at Roman, because their head in her lap puts them on level with it, and crams the sandwich in the mouth on her face.

"Too bad, it's gone." She shoves New loosely away from her head. "C'mon, go get the other ones or I will."

[osteothropy]

New leaves as soon as Amethyst shoves them away, apparently losing interest now that the sandwich is gone. There are greener sandwich pastures to be had out there. Roman, however, stays where they are, nipping at her mouth tongue, before rolling around in a dog-like manner and dropping down onto the floor.

Roman rests their head on Amethyst lap, still whining. Sans appears next to her, another sandwich in hand, which he immediately drops into Roman's mouth. Roman eats it without even breathing (lol) and then pounces up on Sans affectionately.

"New's gunna get you one of these days, Ame," he comments, grinning.

[drrdrrdrr]

"Naahh, they love me," says Amethyst, grinning lazily as she watches Roman scarf down the sandwich. "Where does that stuff even go?"

[osteothropy]

"I could give you the real answer," he says, leaning back as Roman settled with their head in his lap. "...But I doubt you'd stay awake through it." He winks.

"Same as it does with me, it turns into magic. Raw life energy, y'know?"

[drrdrrdrr]

She wouldn't, and she takes no offense at this.

"Yeah... I guess I just don't think about it with you because you wear a shirt. You should just not wear a shirt."

[osteothropy]

"Hey," he says, shrugging easily. "I only ever started wearing a shirt because I got told showing off my ribcage was 'unprofessional'. And I guess I've got an image to uphold."

He winks again. "And that's as a connoisseur of eccentric t-shirts."

Not as the Warden or anything, that would be stupid.

[drrdrrdrr]

"Pffft," says Amethyst eloquently. She sits up a little, looking at him consideringly, and then pulls a squashed canape out of her bra and eats it. "You ever tried putting 'em on behind the ribcage?" she says, with her mouth still full. "Linin' it up so you can still read what it says? That's what I'd do."

[osteothropy]

That is a totally bizarre concept and he's not even sure how it would work, physically speaking, but he can respect the idea all the same. He lifts up his shirt to contemplate the logistics of his ribcage - there's a bag of cheetos inside. He's only just remembered.

He pulls them out under his ribs and drops his shirt.

"That sounds like effort."