Cirque Nocturne: Messages

I pulled a sanddollar from a beach dream last night. Please let this be a sign that our next stop is somewhere warmer.

[Four-legged, Fox paced in her trailer for several minutes, mentally rehearsing ways in which she might introduce herself. How did a human say “Surprise! I’ve been here, watching all of you do ridiculous things when you thought no one was looking for six months,” in a way that minimized strangeness? Deciding to wing it, she leapt up onto her bed. Landing as a human, she crossed her legs, bent over her battered keyboard and wiggled her fingers anxiously over the keys. “Just do it already,” she chastised herself.]

Hi Cirque. I’m Fox. I’m new kinda. I joined back in Prague. Fun fact: residents in Prague drink more beer per capita than any other country in the world, but Germans get all the pomp. It’s cheaper than water on most menus.

So let’s see. I’ve been taking care of the light tunnel for a while, but I like it here so I’ve signed to stay longer. Most of you are cool. With the exception of this last week. Then a lot of you were creepy. Anyway. I’m the new Fire Sculptor. Oh! I have a gold pocket watch with a fancy monogram I’m betting is important to someone. I’m not sure how I got it. If you can prove it’s yours I’ll drop it off. Otherwise it’s mine. It’s really pretty, stuff like that shouldn’t be falling from pockets.

Fox

I am called Eric. I come from the ocean, very deep. I am to swim in the lagoon, which is very much too warm and too bright and too shallow. Can someone tell me where I find the food before it is cooked?

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I guess I should write more.

The internet says that this is good "ice-breaker". It is called two truths and a lie. Choose the lie right, you win.

1. I name myself Eric after the silly prince in the Little Mermaid.
2. Humans love my singing. Brings all the boys to the yard.
3. Blackfish is my favourite movie. RIP Tilikum.

Your turn.

THAT WAS FUN!! But now I am realising my trailer got broken into. It was already so messy so I wouldn't have noticed if I couldn't smell someone else had been there. Now I guess I have to actually clean to get the smell out.

It's so nice to be back in fresh air! The tree is all happiness and light this morning. Thanks for the 'beam me up Scotty,' magical sorts. Stay warm. Russia's famous for those big fluffy hats, right? Those should help.

I did a thing this morning. I'd call it decorating around the tree, but it's too early for Yule and probably a little bit too throwback to The Godfather ish with the bodiless horse heads. The squirrels are thrilled, though. It's helping to shake off any of the leftover energy from the tower, too. If anyone has any ornaments, decorations or feeders they'd like to donate, please stop by!

( Godfather Squirrels )

A Wild Hunt to celebrate my return? You shouldn't have, but I'm loving it. This will be my third and I've never been disappointed. I promise I'll make it rain blood for my friends.

But where is everyone I know? Walking back into the place in London I didn't recognise a soul. The Old Gang's taken off without me here? And where's that girl who could unhinge her jaw to swallow a whole baby? She promised me a private showing.

For a place that caters to long lived monsters, there seems to be an unhealthy turnover rate. You scaring them away, Ringmaster?

HELLO!!!

I have been told I need to make introductions of myself. I am Booker and for the foreseeable future, I shall be the Illusionist here, along with my assistant and ghoul, Blair. If you wish to speak with either of us, do not bother holding back.

As announcement's go, I feel it is best to make one before our move rather than after. Upon tomorrow, the first night in our new location will also herald the first night of the Hunter's full moon. This moon is a special one and it is Management's wish that every employee be given the chance to agree to participate or not. Upon arrival in the new location, a Wild Hunt is to be called. We will be locked into a space of our own. The sirens, spirits and fae that call humans to their death will be released around the site and any patron that steps inside the Cirque those nights will die. This is an opportunity for our darker members to express themselves and employees that may have been on a lower diet to take in what they will. The rule of not killing or grievously harming employees still applies, but all of the rules about public displays does not. This is not public and no employees will be leaving the grounds. I ask that if you wish not to participate or if you still wish to be chained for the shift of the full moon, to leave a message here. Any children under contract with the Cirque do not have a choice and will be tended to by Baba Violetta in a specialized tent that cannot be accessed by anyone other than her and myself. if you do choose to be locked away, you will be bound to your trailer and anything you may need for those nights will be delivered by magical means.

[Security]
While it is your choice to whether you participate or not, Security will still be needed to walk the grounds and make sure that no patron escapes by some miracle; if they have long dormant genes of magic that might allow them to step through the barriers.
You are to police the employees as well. They have free reign but they are not to disturb the center Cauldron in any manner or destroy our tents and props and equipment.


[OOC: Anyone who has been at the Cirque for ten years or more would have experienced this Wild Hunt before. It happens every decade]

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