ringleaders: (moonlighter)
Lost Carnival Mods ([personal profile] ringleaders) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2016-10-15 06:47 pm

⇨ 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.
zebrarhyme_everytime: (zebra in a cloak)

Zecora | OTA

[personal profile] zebrarhyme_everytime 2016-10-16 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
On the Stage

The creature that took the stage was blatantly inhuman, with blank yellow eyes staring out from a black void beneath the hood of a cloak. Rather than selecting a track, the being turns a withering look of challenge on the crowd, daring someone to come up and take the second microphone that was usually used for duets.

Zecora didn't sing karaoke -- not because of any particular dislike of singing or lack of ability, but because it simply wasn't in her nature. Indeed, her current presence on the stage actually stemmed from a sharp discussion a year and more ago, in which Zecora had flatly dressed-down an animal trainer who'd taken her lack of interest as snobbish refusal.

The zebra people being a rhyming sort, their battles of words tended to be battles of sharp wits as well. And once Zecora discovered that there was a niche for rhyming verbal slams delivered in a flurry of confidence, she owned it. Zebras called them rhyme battles, but a lot of other people just wanted to call them rap. And they were epic.

Bring it on.

In the Crowd.

About a million times less creepy with her hood down -- but still no less strange, being a zebra and all -- Zecora casually paced around the dining hall, with a cheerful word for her friends and acquaintances and a friendly smile for the new arrivals. In particular, she kept an eye out for anypony who might need her services, be they of a physical or psychological nature. A Doctor's duties were never done.

gilgamesh | veteran | open

[personal profile] babbylon 2016-10-16 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
meet your new boss.

[Working beneath Gilgamesh? No problem! Assigned to someone else entirely? Nobody cares! Because Gilgamesh has set up a makeshift booth of his very own just outside the big tent, grinning and waving at any fresh meat that happens to pass by. The sign above his station simply reads "Got questions?" and of course implies nothing in the way of answers. He's just sussing out their new stock with his typical hands-on approach.

And he may get very handsy with you, going as far as to pull you over into his space.]


You are looking a bit directionless, friend. How may I be of assistance?

[The kind of "assistance" he's offering seems obvious. It would be best to assert personal space before he takes too many liberties with it.]

mandatory public embarrassment.

[Naturally, some newbies were more reticent than others when it came to belting out classic hits before their peers. But not Gilgamesh. Gilgamesh was setting a great example for all to see—but most especially the Ringmaster—and nailing each and every song on the machine. Or, depending on your definition of talent, murdering them hideously.

He is clearly drunk and clearly intent on not stopping anytime soon.]


AND THAAAAAT MAKES ME LAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGER THAN LIFEEEEEEEEEEEE!

[Something's not quite right with those lyrics... maybe you should step up to correct him. Or maybe he's grabbing you anyway for a duet. What's next on the musical agenda?]

obligatory radio post.

[You're probably busy at your post right now, or at least with some other pressing matter. But the voice that reaches your respective radios doesn't appear to care about that, slow and sultry and all but purposeful in the way it utters as if right beside your ear:]

So, what are you wearing?

[Spoilers: he's trolling. And not doing the best job of hiding it, either.]

wildcard.

[Come at me with something and we'll work with it.]
swordfishtrombones: (soul king)

Brook | One Piece

[personal profile] swordfishtrombones 2016-10-16 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
A: Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you;
[While Brook had been quite distressed to learn that he'd lost that extremely important and vital rock-paper-scissors match with that beautiful carnival worker, the weight of that news still hadn't quite sunk in yet.

(Besides, his captain would be along to bail him out right. It was fine. )

With that incredibly irresponsible attitude out of the way, he brandished his signature shark-shaped guitar and gave it a strum. Karaoke machine? He was going to provide his own music! Or possibly just play obnoxiously loud backup for unsuspecting victims who didn't want to do karaoke in the first place. ]


Tell it to my heart, tell me I'm the only one~! Is this really love or just a gaaaa~me ? ♫

Oh yeah, BABY!

B: But I just have to tell you, I love your voice;
[With the party atmosphere, however, it was only a matter of time before he ended up at the bar.]

Now everyone, I know you may be feeling a bit out of joint at the moment. But as gentlemen, we should strive to keep our dignity about us and provide an example for those around us. As a shining beacon of hope in the darkness!

[Wow, what a great guy. Despite his somewhat frightening appearance, it seemed as though Brook really was being genuine in his solemnity. Here was a man who took his responsibilities seriously. Who wanted to encourage those who might be feeling as though a rug had just been pulled out from under them. A true -- ]

PARTY TIME! YOHOHOHO~!

[Cue a nine foot tall skeleton dressed in a purple silk suit, afro, and floofy cravat, scarfing snacks and sloshing a mug of grog around -- spilling a significant portion of it onto his immediate surroundings and/or fellow employees in the process.

In fact, it was highly probably that he just grabbed your food. It all looked the same ok it was your fault for leaving it anywhere in a ten foot radius ]


C: Wildcard;
[Let me know if you'd like anything specific!]
cuckooed: (you tried star)

Koel | OTA

[personal profile] cuckooed 2016-10-16 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Pre-Orientation

[Koel knows what "Worker's Orientation" is. The moment she got the orders from above, she went on her radio and spoke on the Cookhouse frequency.

"Attention Cookhouse employees. This is Koel Babic. New or old, if you are assigned to food detail, you are to report to the Cookhouse at 8:30PM for meeting. Cookhouse supervisor out."

Her voice is firm on this. She's can't be the only one cooking tonight, after all. Even if there aren't many under her employ now.]



Food

[No one can complain that Koel didn't prepare. Even with the short amount of time she had, she made sure to cook a variety of items. Simple things from salsa and chili (both with a very nice cheese flair in them, to more complicated stuffed tomatoes and deviled eggs and shrimp with a coconut coating, and a strange, tangy, but pleasing taste which made those who ate it more relaxed. (Seasoning from the 60s world, according to her predecessor.) There are a variety of dipping sauces and fritters, and of course, some vegetarian and herb-only options. All items are marked with their names and their dietary specialties.

There's also a small sign on every table.

"PLEASE SEE THE COOK FOR MORE SPECIAL OPTIONS."]



Karaoke

[Oh, she has to. Why wouldn't she? It would be odd for her not to, in her own turf. So, she takes up the mic, and starts to sing. Not the best voice, of course. But who cares??]

They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
I of course replied
Something here inside
Can not be denied
Edited 2016-10-16 00:58 (UTC)
veinglory: (Weh-pire)

[personal profile] veinglory 2016-10-16 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
► THE NEW

[The Gottlieb of the now is noticeably less... cheerful than the Gottlieb of 'then'. 'Then' being when he was gallivanting around the carnival grounds with child-like wonder at the sights and the sounds, intoxicated on the brand new exciting experience. Now, he stumbles out into the night with his once lovingly applied makeup in runny streaks down his face from the blubbering he's been doing. Atop his head, his once perfectly coiffed wig has a few flyaways poking out in random directions. On wobbly legs he makes his way over to a quiet side of the tent to look at the note in his hands, shaking his head.]

What to do now? Oh, what to do...

Mandatory Karaoke Night

[By the time the 'orientation' rolls around, someone must have had a talk with the nervous little vampire, because while he's still disheveled there's is a small, excited spark in his eyes over the goings on. Oooor perhaps the big, frothy mug of beer sitting in front of him on the table is to thank for his improved spirits. Karaoke is one of the modern things he actually knows about, what with the local bar actually having a karaoke night once a week. His favorite songs aren't on the list there either (they're a bit dated) so he has a few that he's learned over the years thanks to hearing them sung by drunken townsfolk. It isn't even his turn yet and he's singing to himself, his Austrian accent thicker than if he'd been encountered earlier, giggling in between sips of brew. Possibly spilling some on anyone who gets too close.]

Heheh-- y'better shtay away from him! He'll rip yer lungs out Jim - I'd like to meet his tailor!
dorkypantsuit: (++ii)

BEFORE // Radio // freq.345.33017

[personal profile] dorkypantsuit 2016-10-16 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Jasper, Silver, Ginko.

Orientation to night.

We are going to sing a group song. So give me your suggestions or I pick for us. Participation is mandatory.
hoasen: (make)

vietnam | veteren | ota!

[personal profile] hoasen 2016-10-16 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
a welcome?

[There's a lot to have to do here when it comes to introducing new members. Vietnam remembered it like yesterday, when she first arrived. Granted, it was one year ago, so it's not actually off.

Either way, she's got her hat on to cover up her ears from needless shock, wearing a long skirt to hide her tail and full boots to contain her paws. This should help the tailor mingle with the humans. Since, she did look human before.

Now she's ready--]
Hello, are you looking for something?

[Otherwise, if you too are a veteran, you can probably just call her on her bullshit.]


"orientation"

[IT'S TIME. Vietnam is actually on the shy end of things, but if you say this is a way for everyone to loosen up and get to know each other, then she will do her best to contribute! THIS IS A WORK'S ORIENTATION, RIGHT.

Yeah, but now she has to step up. What song?

> Makes Random Selection.
> Clears throat.]


If you see a faded sign at the side of the road that says "15 miles to the Love Shack"--

[...She squints slightly at the machine.]
meanlook: (Shut your face.)

[personal profile] meanlook 2016-10-16 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
I'm busy.
dorkypantsuit: (++ii)

[personal profile] dorkypantsuit 2016-10-16 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
No you're not!
swordfishtrombones: (stand)

Food

[personal profile] swordfishtrombones 2016-10-16 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Brook put down the little placard and called out to the first cookhouse employee he saw. He stood up as he did so (to his full and somewhat imposing height), bowing elegantly to the woman. ]

Pardon me, madam, but I couldn't help but notice your sign. Might I have a chance to speak with the cook?
meanlook: (And an island never cries.)

[personal profile] meanlook 2016-10-16 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
I am. And the vomit under this ride is way more appealing than some dumb karaoke party.
dorkypantsuit: (=ii)

Radio

[personal profile] dorkypantsuit 2016-10-16 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Clothing. Now stop asking.
hoasen: (netflix and what??)

backstreet is not back with gilgamesh's rendition

[personal profile] hoasen 2016-10-16 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[HEEEEEEY...she's listened to this song a billion times and she's really sure that's not how it goes.

This sounds like he's singing about himself?!]


Treasurer... [She's about to tap his shoulder.] I think...[Wait, sniffing the air--] How much did you drink?!
swordfishtrombones: (excite)

orientation

[personal profile] swordfishtrombones 2016-10-16 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
Love Shack, YEAH!

[Hopefully, Vietnam wouldn't be too shocked if she were joined by a nine-foot tall skeleton in a suit, waving his bone arm in the air like he just didn't care.

A chance to sing a duet with a lovely lady? HE'D TAKE IT.]


I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway!

[Frankly, he had no idea what the melody line of this song was, but that wasn't going to stop him from yelling the lyrics enthusiastically]
dorkypantsuit: (++iii)

[personal profile] dorkypantsuit 2016-10-16 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
The cinders can take care of the vomit. I'm you're boss, so if I say no work, no work.

You know most people would be happy to hear they had a night off!
hoasen: (hmm?)

I DIDN'T REALISE YOU TAGGED /goes to delete...

[personal profile] hoasen 2016-10-16 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[SO WE DON'T DOUBLE UP KARAOKE!!!

Also holy heck that's a skeleton and he's super tall.]


Lookin' for the love getaway!

Headed for the love getaway!

[At least she feels more encouraged, now!]
kashuu: (pic10675024)

sweats no one saw that also radio post!

[personal profile] kashuu 2016-10-16 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Huuuuh? Obviously I'm wearing the best of the best. What's important is like the black high heels that go to my calves, two black straps on both pairs and the nice heel that's good for getting the job done.

( a pause as he clears his throat, looking at his heels before speaking again. ) If you want a pair that's going to cost you, I don't get people nice looking clothes for free.

( unless you really NEED it. )
meanlook: (Surprise! Another pouty glarey icon.)

[personal profile] meanlook 2016-10-16 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
This isn't a night off. A night off means I can spend it how I want to. This is forced torture, sir.
swordfishtrombones: (sob)

haha, didn't realize you did either

[personal profile] swordfishtrombones 2016-10-16 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[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...
hoasen: (oh look popped balloon)

HIGHFIVES EACH OTHER

[personal profile] hoasen 2016-10-16 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[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...?
mylastchance: (🍃 Blustery)

Got Questions?

[personal profile] mylastchance 2016-10-16 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Lauren pulls back as the stranger rudely pulls him closer, clearly uncomfortable. He's a half elf, if Gilgamesh can even recognize such a thing, with pointed ears and not much else in the way of elven features.]

Um.... That's alright. I'm sure I can figure it out.
dorkypantsuit: (++ii)

[personal profile] dorkypantsuit 2016-10-16 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Silver can't see it, but he winces at the word 'torture']

Yeah. Good food, good drinks, everyone having fun, that's the very definition of the word.

[It's clear from his tone of voice that he is making fun of you.]
atouts: (016; la maison dieu)

childermass | new | ota

[personal profile] atouts 2016-10-16 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
► THE NEW

[ For all that John Childermass would like to act untroubled by the sudden shift in the sky, even he cannot. The moons make no sense to him, nor do the stars, and he's fairly certain it had not taken this long to work out that deal. Then, it would not be the first time a sky made no sense to him, much to his irritation.

Perhaps he should have expected this.

Though it's not as intimidating as the last bizarre sky he encountered. This one, at least, is pretty enough to linger outside the tent and stare. It's dark enough that he doubts anyone will catch the note of wonder on his face as he does, no doubt helped by his shabby black greatcoat, coat, vest, hat, basically anything besides his shirt and cravat, which peak out from the rest as white.
]

Well. That's something. [ He'll say at last, breaking away from stargazing to search his pockets for his pipe. The next person to come by close enough, he'll move from the shadows to get their attention and ask, ] Excuse me. I don't suppose there is anywhere I could get a light from, is there?

[ Asked with a nod towards the pipe, in case they mistake what sort of light he means. ]

► "ORIENTATION"

[ Or, apparently, "a bunch of strange people get up on a stage and sing poorly". How that's worker orientation, Childermass wouldn't be able to say. For his part, he's sitting as far from the stage as humanly possible, top hat set aside and greatcoat hung over the back of his chair as he sits and watches. He'd propped his boots up onto the edge of the table at some point, manners be damned, and he must have found a light eventually, because he's puffing away on that pipe of his. If he's eaten yet or picked up any drinks, it isn't clear, since there's nothing else at the table with him.

He's people-watching, mostly. At least, he thinks most of these people are people. Some sort of people, if definitely not human ones. Currently, he's trying to decide what's stranger here: them or the singing...
]
dontpokethat: second of all i dont care (first of all i dont care)

[personal profile] dontpokethat 2016-10-16 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
No.

[Ginko would think that after this many karaoke nights everyone would know that he CAN'T and DOESN'T sing.]
osteothropy: (pray to god our kids live long enough)

BEFORE - public carnival frequency 144.98750

[personal profile] osteothropy 2016-10-16 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Even though he's speaking into the radio, his words always carry the tune of being spoken without capitalization or punctuation. It's just something about him.]

Ringmaster says its orientation time.

Mandatory orientation. 9:36PM. You know the deal.

Be sharp or the skeletons are gunna get ya.