Cirque Nocturne: Messages

That Cauldron-thing smells like STIs and the Midway smells like someone couldn't fucking decide between an orgy and a murder spree. Everywhere smells like it had been covered in god damn blood or someone's jiz. I've been here less than 24 hours and I feel like I need to be dipped in Purel.

Hello circus of the strange, I'm Emma and I've consigned myself to joining you for now. I'm nothing so resplendent as our fearless djinn Ringmaster or the vampires and werewolves that walk this place fighting each other like some sort of Underworld rip off?, but I'll do my best with what I've got.

If I come across as rude or standoffish, it might just be a bad day. Or maybe it's you. You could be the sort of person who makes other people rude and standoffish.

Look, I'm not very good at introductions so just let me impart what I've learned related to this lantern festival, which is that in 2016 it created six tonnes or rubbish that had to be cleaned out of Bangkok's waterways the next day. (I have no moral or ecological comment to add to this, it's just a thing I read.)

What's with the Chuckies? The place looks like a REDRUM elf on a shelf nightmare.

[Message to the Ringmaster]

Requesting the night off from the Mirror Labyrinth. I wasn't able to shift back to human for the last three days without sunlight. That's the first time that's happened. I'm still disoriented, I'd probably break half of it. I've never been this fucking tired

I'm told that it's mandatory to make some kind of introduction here which is the only reason I'm doing it.

I'm Dante.

Now somebody point me in the direction of this 'feast'.

Look what I made!

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"Here, sign this contract" should have been prefaced with; "we've lost several employees this week to unsolved shadow murder." Or am I reading the board posts wrong? Too late now.

I'm Vaughn. I signed a contract last night, I'll be working the Mirror Labyrinth.

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