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⇨ TEST DRIVE MEME: WISMUTH
WELCOME TO THE SHOW!↴ Or, more specifically, Lost Carnival's test drive meme! This is an opportunity to try out your characters in the setting before you apply, or to put together samples for characters you've never played before. There are going to be options for both new arrivals and veteran characters. Before we get started, let's lay down some details:
CURRENT STOP↴  Wismuth is a large coastal city on the east shore of what would usually be the United States. The world it's part of is an Earth variant, meaning that while some aspects may be different, overall it will contain a similar look and feel to Earth many are accustomed to, including some overlapping celebrities, corporations, and technologies. Its most notable feature is that this planet is a part of what is called a 'Pillar of Creation' - a focal point of Creation's energies in the multiverse. The effects of this feature are the only aspect of the setting that will be relevant for this testdrive, as recruits will be entirely within the carnival as opposed to out in the city. ► VIBRANCY OF CREATION: The immediate effects of this trait are that everything in Wismuth, and in the carnival because of its connection to Wismuth, is filled with an unusual sort of vibrancy - colours seem brighter, sounds seems to resonate more deeply, and all other physical sensations will strike visitors as oddly intense, including their own emotions. It's a subtle effect rather than anything that will be overtly disorientating, but it's almost as if everything is more "real" here than it is anywhere else. Obviously, the locals, whom are mostly just ordinary looking humans, have had plenty of time to grow accustomed to this. On the bright side, as a tourist, you have the opportunity to experiment with this sensation as a form of recreation. Recruits from this month will be signing on with the carnival between Day 8 and Day 11 on the season calendar. NEW RECRUITS↴  You gotta start somewhere, right? These prompts are for characters who are arriving in the carnival for the first time, and who are destined to sign a contract. How they go about that is up to you, but in the meantime they can enjoy the sights and sounds of something truly out of this world. Will you become her most recent hire? ► ADMISSION FEES: After crossing into the carnival's realm and passing through the trees, most visitors will find themselves at the front gate - though not all choose to enter that way. If they enter legitimately, however, they will have to pass by a clerk who will trade admission and tickets for various attractions and rides in exchange for "anything of value." What is of value may seem highly subjective, and so some may struggle to produce payment at first, though in actuality the carnival will take anything from mundane currency to items of purely sentimental value. ► MIRROR MAZE: The mirror maze is a big attraction in the carnival, and stretches much further on the inside than it looks like it will on the outside. It's hard to get through, and what's more, after you've been in there for a while your reflections will start gaining a mind of their own - mostly in order to taunt and distract you with personal information. They don't know everything you know, but they know more than they should, and their mind games can be pretty hit or miss. ► GAMER'S CIRCLE: Almost all of the game booths are organized in a large ring around the Cookhouse, called Gamer's Circle. Your can play just about any carnival game you can imagine here, for a variety of prizes sometimes traditional, exotic, or outright magical. Dart tossing? Got it. That game with the water guns? Got it. Most of these booths are currently manned by humanoid spirits who look like they are made of smoke. If they can trick you into earning debt, they will. ► TUNNEL OF "LOVE": A brand new attraction in the carnival, the Tunnel of Love is mostly what you'd expect from such a ride - two people sit in a boat together which journeys through some glitter filled caves, complete with mood music. Unfortunately, there is also something else in there with you... in the form a moody kraken living in the waters, who has very particular opinions about shipping, and may either stubbornly interfere with any attempted intimacy, or may politely encourage it. Or they may just generally be a dick if they're in no mood for either. The Ringmaster insists it is a romance expert. ► TRYING TO LEAF: No matter where you came from, you seemingly emerged from a forest. Obviously, to get back home you should be able to go back in the same direction, right? It turns out you can't. Worse, trying too hard to get through the wood will result in you getting lost, or turned back to the carnival. The trees here are not normal, and are varying levels of alien, including things like trees with glowing fruit or orange flowers that constantly burn like candles. ► WILD CARD: Anything else you can imagine in this setting! There are a lot of possibilities and you're free to explore them. Check out the rest of the game info or the locations page for additional inspiration. Want to make a starter with your character experiencing their first theoretical change? Go for it! VETERAN WORKERS↴  These prompts are tailored to the carnival's existing employees, the veterans. Odds are they've been here from somewhere between a few months and three years already, and know their way around the block. For them, this is just business as usual - and depending on their attitude towards their job, they may or may not contribute to a few people accidentally getting themselves a contract. Whatever you do, though, don't warn visitors away from the carnival - the ringmaster hates losing business like that. ► DO YOUR WORK: This one's pretty simple - just have your character doing whatever you'd like to have their job be! There is a big list of ideas over here, and you could use this to try things out with a character you intend to be a new arrival, as well. ► BREAK TIME: Whatever you were doing, it's break time! It's time for you to relax however you see fit. Do you enjoy some of the carnival attractions yourself, or is that old by now? Do you hang out in the Cookhouse to get a snack? Do you take a nap? Yolo, baby! ► DUNK TANK: Sometimes acting like a dick will earn you the gentle reprimand of being sent to work in the Dunk Tank for the afternoon - you know that game where people throw balls at a target, and if they hit it you get dropped into the water? It's like that, only sometimes there are daunting (but harmless) critters in the water, or some other strange magical affects to spice things up. Hopefully, the visitors will have bad aim. ► WILD CARD: Anything else you can imagine in this setting! There are a lot of possibilities and you're free to explore them. Check out the rest of the game info or the locations page for additional inspiration. Want to do a performance? Hang out in the Backyard? Choose whatever appeals! |
Gamzee Makara | Homestuck | new recruit
Mother fuck yeah, motherfucker. I'm sure as all shit wanting to get my game on under those sweet rainbowed hoods. The Dark Carnival has up and called its motherfuckin' messiah into its mirth-laden tits all unexpected being, but that's alright. I'm down with this.
[In order to pay the carny at the ticket booth, Gamzee pulls out his sylladex. The space behind him is suddenly filled with multicolored cards, flashing and moving about at random. He takes a moment to acknowledge their beauty.
What does he need for a ticket again? Anything? What does he even still have in his deck?
The troll reaches for a card, reaches into the card, and pulls out a single bicycle horn. With a goofy grin, he honks it at the attendant.]
That's a blissful siren right there, right? Figure that's as good as coin for any motherfucker.
gamer's circle.
[As much as Gamzee's world in SGRUB had featured a carnival theme, it hadn't actually had any legitimate games in it. (And it if did, the troll had never noticed them.) He wouldn't have played by the rules anyway - much like he isn't doing now.
The game he's standing in front of involves shooting water into a certain spot to get a figure to move, but he's too busy trying to see if he can shoot it through the ghostly creature running the booth. Unfortunately for him, the gun is attached in such a way that it's difficult to aim beyond the designated board.
That needs to be rectified.
Anyone passing by the station will find a clown-faced troll trying to pry the squirt gun free with all his might, yellow nails digging into the plastic.] Come. The motherfuck. Off!
tunnel of "love".
[There's a clown in the boat. A teenaged, grey-skinned, clown with bright orange horns on his head and three long scars visible through the paint on his face.
He's waiting patiently for someone to get in next to him, an eerie smile stretching from ear to ear.]
GAMER'S CIRCLE
...Not to mention the hope that actually does something, but as it is.]
Release that now, sir, [he warns, the leaves of his mane rustling. It this intimidating? One would hope so, but quite possibly Not, given who he speaks to. There are certainly factors to hopefully help-the chief of them being that the great, bear-horse bodied taur is about 9 feet tall. 9 feet, with doubled fangs and a shadowy mask, his horns poking just a touch above the leaves that cover his pale fur.
His left arm also seems to be robotic, so. Who knows what that could do. Regardless....He's waiting for the other's response. Patiently. You've already got a small laundry list of things to pay debt to the Ringmaster for going, buddy.]
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Give a brother a hand?
[This carnival attendant should sure have the strength for it. The troll might be able to do the damage himself if he was riled up enough, but he just isn't feeling the anger at the moment.]
Got you all some limb trunks there, my monstrous motherfucker. I'm looking to free this most weaponized of hoses from where it's all been up and imprisoned.
IT'LL BE WORTH IT BC GON IS EASY AS HECK TO RILE-
No.
[Is that really all though!?] The devices are meant to remain in their present position-in fact, by damaging them in your attempts, you have broken the rules of the Carnival itself.
[He has, perhaps, a strong idea of how little this guy cares, but he might as well try to Say As Much.]
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What he doesn't care for are the words now coming out of this creature's mouth. His grin vanishes, replaced now with a dangerous frown.]
Rules, motherfucker? Motherfuckin' rules?
[The gun cracks free of its base easily now, sending a small spout of water up into the air from the pipe still left standing. Of course this means that there's no water to shoot out of the separated "weapon" now, so perhaps he didn't think this all the way through. He dumps it to the ground unceremoniously.]
What kind of Dark motherfuckin' Carnival have I crawled my way into if you're reading at me a list of restrictions?
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Among one of them-Do not damage or harm what is the Ringmaster's property. [Take a wild guess what you've just done, Big time.]
Shall you join me to meet with her? Or shall I, the man Gongenzaka, bring you by force?
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Shit, I'd love to be all taken before any sister that goes and calls herself a motherfuckin' ringmaster. The Man Gogetwhatsit can intro me with a fuckin' invitation.
[He may have been mistaken in what this place actually was. At least he hopes that's the case, because otherwise this is the biggest disappointment he's ever faced. There's more than one carnival to be found, and he can't hold it against anyone for wanting to imitate perfection.]
sobs gently about translation woes and honorifics and such
[He twitches.] Do not mock how my language is heard-you may consider your actions your invitation, [He adds, adjusting his stance to gesture in the direction of the Big Top. Of course, if he thinks someone's going to give the slip, he'll be after them...if not tracking the soul, tracking the scent, certainly.]
TUNNEL OF 'LOVE' | reira is an empath fyi-info is on the LC ref
[Reira is, fortunate enough, not someone who grew up with clowns. She knows not the mirth. The Fear-
As it is, what she does know is that there is a small kraken in the water, further in, and it needs Checking On. Which means-] ...H'llo. [Paying no mind to the fact that, perhaps, there could be something unsettling about the mussed paint-and-scar covered face she's looking at, she promptly climbs into the boat, and takes a seat. And-]
....are you here to see Kraken?
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Sure, little pink star thing. That's what I have my eyes all motherfuckin' peeled for.
[Not really, of course. He doesn't have any idea what this Kraken is. He'd just hopped in to have a little fun on one of the rides. There's nothing like a ride that forces uncomfortable closeness. He could still focus on creeping the kid out, and once he gets over the initial disappointment that might be what he does.
He gives Reira a long look, yellow eyes half-lidded and the tips of sharp teeth poking out over his lower lip. The girl may find his emotions particularly hard to read. Sometimes he doesn't even keep track of them himself.]
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Regardless, Reira is...staring back, for a moment. She's not really used to quiet, half lidded stares with smiles from anyone other than...well. Foster, go figure. That whole emotional Mud isn't helping to keep mental comparisons away, so she just frowns a bit confusedly as the ride slowly kicks up and moves forward.] Umm...ok...
Well...It'll be hard to see them, but I have to get out half way to make sure they're still eating anyway. So if you see tentacles, that's them.
[They are looking for a Sea Monster (a lame one, who happens to be a prude Anyway)
Also-] ...my name is Reira, though... [It is not, in fact, pink star thing.]
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[There's no mean expression to accompany this comment, however, and in fact he leans over to try and give her a couple pats on the head. Then he stands up abruptly, rocking the boat beneath them but not losing his balance in the process. He shields a hand over his eyes (though there's no light to block out) and squints into the distance.]
I'm not seeing any motherfuckin' tentacles, neither.
[His voice is suddenly louder.]
HEY. TENTACULAR WATER BITCH. YOU OUT THERE?
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Her brother and also Very Nice People do that, Ah-]
W-OAH- [And naturally there goes the boat rocking. She holds onto the side, looking up over the edge for a few moments.] Mnh..! She's normally farther in the dark...
[Of course, right as she says that, Something Under The Water Moves. Apparently the kraken does not appreciate being referred to as 'Water Bitch' (Tentacular is fine)]
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He chuckles a bit as the water ripples with a force their boat hasn't made.]
In the dark, yeah? Sounds about right for where a wicked set of suction legs like that would get their hang on.
[The troll leans over the edge too, so far that ends of his tangled mop of hair dip into the water. It probably isn't the smartest action to take, but Gamzee isn't much for fearing things.]
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One or two seems to be trying to feel him over, just to see and feel what this Is.] ...Found them.
[No Shit Kiddo.]
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[He lets out another bit of honk-filled laughter, allowing himself to be prodded by the tentacles without any complaint.]
Be all kinds of motherfuckin' gentle, a'ight?
[Well they're still on a "love" boat, after all.]
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There is some sort of bubbling 'HRRMMN' sound from the water.
Reira pats one of the tentacles that's still lazily sitting on the water, having no idea what Gamzee is implying about gentle.] Mnh..! They're really careful, if you're not sitting really close together, [She remarks, showing her obliviousness quite well suffice to say. She searches around in one of her sweater pockets for something, pulling out a small ziplock baggie.] I've got snacks for you though, Kraken...
[Snacks with Required Vitamins Hidden Inside. Actually, she has a little idea now-] ...Um, make sure they're still trying to find out who you are for a bit, I have to make them eat this... [So just, uh. ....Keep standing there, she supposes.]
Gamer's Circle
[It's his first thought when he sees him. A bit obvious perhaps, but something worth noting because of its rarity. It wasn't as though trolls never came to the carnival, but they showed up so few and far between. It's been a sweep since he last saw another troll, and so when The Psionic notices Gamzee for a moment he just stops and stares.]
[Then he realizes Gamzee is trying to destroy one of his game booth's. Of course, it's not really the Psionic's game booth. Everything here, even the people, were all property of the Ringmaster, but the gamer's circle was one of the area's The Psionic was responsible for. His department ran the games, therefore the game booths were, in a sense, his.]
[So he approaches Gamzee in all his four armed, bee-winged, glowing freckled glory, puts on his friendliest smile and says:]
Would you mind not breaking the booth?
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The appearance of the Psionic doesn't surprise Gamzee that much, given the beings he's used to seeing and the ones he's already seen since he's been here. That, and he hasn't been away from trolls long enough that their absence is the norm.
He gives the many-armed carnival attendant a sideways grin from his position half-hanging off the gun.]
I would, actually, mind not breaking it. Got my mind all made up for the breaking part, yo. Motherfucker shouldn't be going all about ruining a bro's merrymaking.
[Not here, in this carnival of all places. He should be free to make with the mad mirth.]
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Especially not a highblood.]Sorry, I'm not trying to ruin your fun, but if you broke it then you would be stopping others from enjoying the game too.
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[Because that's how this works, right? Never mind that removing the gun from its stand will likely make it unable to continue to squirt water in the first place. This is no place for logic. He's already trying to shoot a being with no corporeal form, after all.
He gives it another tug before relenting, at which point he honk-sighs and hops up on top of the gun so that he's straddling it backwards.]
You all got enough arms to be lending this clown a pair, but instead you're leaving a motherfucker dry.