Carnaval de la Lumière

The booth I work out seems a little wobbly this morning.

One of the guys come check it out, think it just needs to be hammered.

All this convenience is wearing me out. How many more potions can I try to make

This place.... it's really strange, and I am still getting used to it.... But I suppose I could be somewhere worse....

So, this journal thing really works? Testing, 1 2 3?

Could we stop yanking the pregnant woman around? It's bad enough I was kidnapped, but being pulled back here, not my idea of fun.

Especially having to give birth here.

I managed to get some fresh fruit from the open market yesterday when I was in town.

Anyone like any? Just apple and oranges.

Welcome, welcome one and all to the Greatest Carnival of them all!

We are happy to announce we are back in session. Art and Carl are no longer fronting the outfit. I'm afraid your stuck with the likes of myself, and my lovely wife Mae. You can look boys, but don't touch.

Who's in for a game of poker, Cigars and moonshine a must.

I'm not sure I understand any of this.

Hello?

Can everyone read in this?

(backdated a few days)
Did you want to stay put? Because I've picked up a few tips on some people I'd like to try and speak to that might - might - be able to help with a way home. But I won't leave you behind.

Is anyone sticking around here?

Well, as long as the carnival is experiencing some down time, I'm going to explore. If you need me, go through the journals. Until then, I'm seeing the world!

-Henley Reeves

Okay, everyone, listen up. I know things are a fucking mess since the fire, but we have got to get organized and figure out what the hell we do now. Art and Carl, as far as we know, have disappeared, and not everyone's checked in yet.

So first things first, roll call. If you've got your journal, answer this. If you run into someone who you haven't seen check in, remind them to. If someone's lost their journal in all the confusion, check them in, please. These things are our best form of communication right now, so try to keep them close at hand.

Once we know who's still here, we should talk about what we do now. Art and Carl are missing, and Management, as ever, isn't talking, but we're all still stuck here. So what do we want to do? We can pull the Carnaval back together and try and keep it going without the bosses, or we can go our separate ways and see how we do.

New kids, I know there's at least a few of you. Used to be Art and Carl would find new arrivals and give them the rundown and a journal. Who's done that now and how much do you know so far about what's going on?

I've been kidnapped. Right before my favorite class, no less.

And I could die. Or something. This looks weird.

Send help.

Wasn't there some song about losing your hula hoop? Whatever doesn't matter, at least I have some clothes left.

Ugh, I feel like I've been smoking for hundred years now, this fire better not have shorten my life even more now.

Has anyone seen Art or Carl since the fire? Do we know if anyone else is missing?

Just me in the house car again. I'm really going to miss Rachel. She actually knew what she was doing with the show. I don't suppose any of you have any dance routines up your sleeve?

Anybody have special plans for ringing in the new year?

Merry fucking Christmas, and hapy new year!


Henley, Amy, thanks for the. whatsit. the watch. and tequila! you, lovely ladies, are fucking brilliant.


[ooc: Peter's handwriting is a bit sloppier of a scrawl than usual. Yay for Christmas booze!]

I've been thinking of past Christmases. Some of it's nice to think about, but mostly I just miss home. You'd think I'd be used to life here by now.

[Peter Vincent]
I miss Charley. I got you a present.