Cirque Noir

Well, well, there's quite a few unfamiliar faces. For those of you who haven't had the pleasure of my company lately, let me introduce myself. I'm Violette, your resident dancer and mistress of the obscure.

[...]

And for those wondering, yes, I'm finally back from my little vacation.

our humble host's quakings caused a forcible rearranging of books that found themselves all dislodged from their resting place.

there are several that i no longer need, should anyone find themselves curious.

Gachapon machines are a large waste of money. So are most of the arcade machines. Don't get sucked in.

[Friedrich]
Seems you were right.

Have you been here before?

What the hell was that?

Who deals with the magic tied to our trailers? Mine is on the fritz. Door wouldn't open this morning and I almost became cremains. Instead I got a sunburn for the first time in about a century and I'm unhappy to report that it's still rubbish.

On the upside, the beds in the med tent are pretty good. A guy could get used to this orthopaedic memory foam.

Hello to everyone reading this! I'm so excited to be joining you all here. I'm Radhika and I met so many of you at the recent party and you all seemed like so much fun that I couldn't resist signing up myself.

I'll be working in [here Radhika has to check the name again] Suadela as a dancer and I am overjoyed that I'll get to dance for a living instead of the boring jobs I could have done in Hyderabad.

Now, where do I get the best drinks? Who throws the best parties? Where do the funnest staff only things happen on site?

So. How was the ritual? Was it everything you expected it to be?

This Witch Dance is all anyone can talk about. There's no way I'm shoving myself into a monkey suit in this heat and surrounding myself with a bunch of unknown spell flingers, security detail be damned.

Who: Marne and Vi
What: Cake Delivery
Where: Vi's place
When: Sunday night

( Cake by the Ocean )

Good news, darlings, we've all been invited to a party! The incomparable Mother Manjula Chaudhri, the leader of the witches of Telangana, has extended to us ( the following invitation... )

I do hope you'll all make plans to attend.

HELLO EVERYONE

MY NAME IS HEMLOCK

I'M NEW

DOES ANYONE HAVE EXTRA SHOES THAT DO NOT HAVE HOLES

SIZE [...] BIG

I went to the bazaar last night and impulsively purchased a hookah. It's vintage.

WHO Dante, Vi, Isaac, and Callisto
WHEN Sunday night, after Mona's message
WHERE The Streets of Marrakesh
WHAT A Message Sent, A Message Received
WARNINGS death, gore, trauma.

( . . . )

I for one am more than happy with retaliatory action as I do not subscribe to the ’an eye for an eye will make the whole world blind’ however I would caution that cooler heads should prevail at least until Iskander is within our grasp.

This is a man with the ability to persuade people to do exactly what he wants and without sufficient protection, you may well find yourselves incapable of acting on your intent and Patric is likely to have company sooner than any of us would like.

Of course, this is all subject to whether or not anybody has stopped to think before acting after that rather lengthy discussion on Mona’s unintended public post.

Like I said, wouldn’t it be helpful if you had somebody who could protect people from such attacks on the mind?

Funny coincidence that.

[In the middle of looking after Yasmine, Mona writes a message to the security team to let them know. Or, at least, it's supposed to be to the security team. In her heightened state, Mona misses that the post is actually completely public to the entire cirque.]

It was Iskander who murdered Patric! Patric's ghost was here and took over the new girl at the sweet shop Yasmine. I think he's gone now.

He said Iskander lives here in the city somewhere and blames the circus for things that have gone wrong for him. Iskander wanted to send a message by killing Patric but Patric didn't know if he will kill again or come back. He was scared he would. Patric didn't tell me anything else about Iskander or where he might be

I didn't know who else to tell!

I feel the change will soon be coming, as my tree groans and stretches in the Big Top when it awaits the move. It knows before I do, more a part of the circus now than a part of me. At times like these I always miss being able to be inside it most. As nice as it is to be with you all, I miss sleeping beneath the bark.

The shows have had a gap since Patric's passing, and I feel like the circus misses its gunslinger. I wonder if when we reach our new destination it will find itself someone to fill the space. The circus, I find, always gets what it needs.

I hope we can leave these dark memories behind, and find ourselves somewhere warm and loving.

To whoever's leaving little special bread treats all over thank you, I've had ten and I need this recipe mate.

This last stop's been real shit. Kinda looking forward to a change of scenery. What do we think, someplace tropical maybe? Wouldn't say no to a nice daquiri. Nothing takes your mind off unsolved murder like a daquiri, I always say.



Sorry. This is why I need the bread treats, see, keeps my mouth full to keep me off saying dumb shit.

I love all the secret rooftop bars and hidden speakeasies. If you need a tour of the nightlife, I'm your girl.