Cirque Nocturne: Messages

Tonight, I had a guest over for the first time and he ask if I was robbed. Then I look at pictures of human homes and realize that maybe I need more things if I am to be entertaining guests. So! If anyone has any extra human things that will make my trailer feel more cozy and homey, I appreciate. I have my Cirque money to pay, or can catch you lagoon fish for dinner. Also give swimming lessons.

I still not like the heat but maybe it isn't so bad here overall.

[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

This place looks pretty and all, but fuck this cold.

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.

The fact that the alcohol keeps refilling itself no matter how much I drink is a mark in favour of this place, though I am going somewhat stir-crazy, locked up in here. I've read the books I brought with me and have turned to the internet to entertain myself (kudos to whoever manages the wifi situation here, I can imagine that it can be difficult to set up a decent network, given that we seem to move around by magical means). And while there are technically no limits as to how deep one can go into a Wikipedia black hole, I'm starting to get antsy.

Still, it was probably a good idea to choose to lock myself in right after arrival, lest I become someone's bite-sized snack.

I should introduce myself: I'm Oliver Brown and I'm a chagrined new addition to the Freakshow. I suppose I'm the answer to the age-old annoyance of not being able to reach the remote when you want to change channels, because I can stretch very, very far in any given direction. I'm also very good with numbers and money, so, hey, if any of you pay taxes, come to me to get your returns done.

If anyone has any children's size winter clothes (or comes across any during your hunt and can separate them from their owners before they get drenched with blood), that would be appreciated.

Holy frozen awesome, I am so pleased. Time to run around with very little clothes on and throw snowballs at people!

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?

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