Carnaval de la Lumière

Seems we lost some girls with the dancing last night, so yeah, extra practice time tonight. We've got a new girl to work in and with Laurel being moved, need to rework some steps.

I think I found a door? I'm not very sure, but this place is giving me the creeps.

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.

After the shows, wanna get wild?

-F

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.

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

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!]

Is there any extra...c...fuck it, never mind.

Anyone a seamstress here? A snap fell off when I was trying on my gear.

Oh, hi, I'm Faith.