Cirque Nocturne: Messages

This was harder than I thought. Trying to come up with something to do around here that is not in any way, shape or form related to witches, killings, stranglers? Surprisingly tough. But in the process I learned that food is being grown at Fenway Park (some sportsing place apparently), there is a frightening number of hipsters running so called speakeasies (I have been to a lot and no, they usually get it wrong) and questionable food places.

So, I present you: the museum of bad art. I am excited to be able to take in horrible paintings without getting looked at when saying so out loud. Feel free to come along if you're interested, or if you want to try and drink away what you just saw right after. There will be pubs.

So0o0o0oo0oooo is there a signup sheet for magic club or how does that go?

Soooo... it looks like a bunch of people here aren't doing so hot? Awkward time to join up. Hi, I'm Halle (that's HAL-EE, thanks) and if there's some way I can help out, just let me know? Otherwise, I think I'll just try and stay out of the way.

I'm going to make popcorn and watch a certain spot nobody is supposed to get close to. Anyone that feels like betting on who will be dumb enough the first to try something stupid, let me know.

Hey. Remember me, your new business partner?

Any chance you feel like giving your first tour tonight after hours? Figuring this stuff out on my own is only going to get me so far...

I have a question for all you spell working folks for entirely selfish reasons - are there any spells or wards or whatnot that prevent wee ones from puking in, on and around my game? It seems that I'm not that lucky, or maybe the children of Colorado are generally not able to handle certain foods. Which wouldn't surprise me, given the amount of mothers I have seen with bags of celery sticks and carrots. At a carnival. Poor things.

And if you spot a little red cat around, don't eat her. Give her a shrimp or something.

I'm loving the smell of slightly over ripe bananas right now, but the smell of cooking meats is making my stomach want to turn. Lord help me.

So while I was in town today, I came across this little ( guy. )

Sometimes when you live in a magical world you just have to appreciate the modern internet.



[Maddy!]
How you feeling, oh wonderful dearest partner of mine?

If any of you spirit types happen to run into the ghost of Hunter S. Thompson let me know, yeah?

On a sort-of related note, I'm planning on visiting the Woody Creek Tavern so if anyone wants to join me you best be in good form since I don't plan on leaving until my eyesight fails me.

It's too hot. It's too cold. There's too much death. It's the moon, let's go cause more. You lot are hard to please. Be happy, gang, life's short. For most of you.

Speaking of happy, there's a woman in downtown Aspen claiming to be a medium who's quite vocally unhappy about the Cirque's arrival. She's not a medium, she's a fraud. A psychologist with a fast internet connection and fair background checking skills feeds her information through an ear mic. Moderately clever, I'll give her that, but counterfeits disrespect the dead. Does anyone feel like having some fun with our plaintiff local mystic?