Carnaval de la Lumière

These people are really sadistic, to watch you cut yourself over and over again and still not be satisfied.

So now we're in the land of the Greek Gods? Really? Okay... so I suppose that I'll have to get used to that.

I thought the other time period was horrible for woman's lib.

Clearly here the males think all the woman are for fondling and other inappropriate things.


Any clue when we are moving on?

So, we're somewhere else now? What is this? I don't know if I like this development.

I'm so not ready to go to sleep.

Anyone up for anything? Card games? Sex? Sparing?


I refuse to sit in the tent all night and listen to the ladies sleep!

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

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?