Carnaval de la Lumière

This place is pretty. But I'm very uncomfortable

So I know there's a God or Goddess for everything, but I'll be honest I was too in to studying law to actually learn names of them.

I was asked to join in wine making? I think by the wine God, he didn't even tell me his name! He was leering at me so I said no, but thank you, I had work to do. Now I have little cherubs...I don't even know if I should call them that, running around all day doing what I've asked of them.

I NEED MORE CHORES...help me. Please.

I can't say I mind the latest locale. No zombies, no werewolves, no weird house of mirrors popping up. I like it. I'd like home better, but

Fucking hell, people. I get that this place fucking blows, really I do, I've been here longer than every fucking one of you. But the whinging about "Why are we stuck here" and "when do we move" is really getting fucking old. Seriously that's all anyone's talked about for two fucking weeks. If it pisses you off so much how about you try working on a way home instead of bitching and moaning about how much it sucks? Jesus fucking christ.

Someone guy just asked me to be his model...he's looking for a muse and thinks I fit the role perfectly.


How long till this place moves? Before I bust someone in the nose.

...this can't be happening?

Really? This place isn't real.

After the shows, wanna get wild?

-F

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

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.

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.

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?

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!]

Everything is wrapped up kinda messily in brown paper and tucked under the Christmas tree.

Henley: This hair clip!

Amy: A songbook of popular music from the past decade.

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.