A Reckoning...

[strangerpeople]

[You are dead.

Where you awaken is not of your cabin on the train but rather firm earth, the skies above you being nothing but an inky blackness as for as you can see. And yet throughout the darkness, you are surrounded by soft lighting and peculiar music playing all around you. When your senses become less muddled, you will notice that the music playing is upbeat and joyful almost. But let's face it, you are probably thinking this is some sort of creepy hell that you got yourself into after biting the bullet.

It all depends if you find circuses to be such a place because that is where you find yourself. The setting feels more antique than what you may assume a circus to look like, more Victorian themed than what one can be called. First the sound picks up and then you can smell something delectable in the air, catching popped corn and fried sweets and maybe something to drink? It's more than likely here.

Going down the main way, you can see some classic carnival games such as skee ball, ring toss, balloon popping if you are inclined to try and take your mind of the fact that you didn't have a choice in coming here. But despite the joyous air of the circus, there are not many people here that can help you out...or are there?


Lost souls just like yourself who met with the same horrible fate...perhaps an accord can be struck. After all, it looks like you will be here for awhile.]


((OOC: Map for reference.))

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WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

[No one other than you are dead...so far.

There is a boat to take you to Little Tent City, mainly meant for sleeping and resting if you wish to do so.]

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus is investigating the games with a curious look on his face. Is there anyone actually running those, or can he just snatch a prize and run off with it?]

[strangerpeople]

[He can snatch a prize! Do crimes!]

[silvertongueheir]

[And nothing stops him? No alarms? No sudden invisible bodyguards pouncing on him? If not, he's going to grab a stuffed red panda...it reminds him of Osomatsu, somehow.]

[strangerpeople]

[Nothing does. Funny about that isn't it? Oh well, maybe a small blessing?]

[silvertongueheir]

[Nice. Still, he won't press his luck for now. He'll just take the red panda and tuck it under his arm. It's shaped like a boyfriend.]

[icanhearscreams]

[Is there a balloon pop game? If so, are there any darts he can take?]

[strangerpeople]

[There is a balloon pop game yes! Feel free to swipe the darts to your hearts content if that's your thing, Jun.]

[icanhearscreams]

[He tucks them into his pockets. You never know.]

[Are there any games with goldfish or something like that? He's seen those at festivals before.]

[strangerpeople]

[There sure is! Just a small booth but there's cute goldfish there!]

[7_0_7]

[707's car is parked just outside the circus. His fingers drum chaotically against the trunk, as he contemplates whether he should return the clown captured within to its natural habitat.]

[bendwiththewind]

Do you think he's still breathing in there?

[Asking the important questions here.]

[7_0_7]

Oh, my my, are you worried?

Fear not! The trunk of a car is not airtight... It's not hot enough for him to bake in there, either.

...But still. He's veeeeery quiet. If this weren't a UG "of sorts", I'd be very suspicious right about meow.

What do you think, boss~?

[bendwiththewind]

And you truly desire a clown corpse in your car?

[She knows he love his cars but also that he knows more about them than her so trusting Seven's judgement.]

It does sound strange. I would have expected him to be causing a racket by now...shall we wake him up?

[7_0_7]

[Seven just hums a tune absently because it wouldn't be the first time something like that's been in his car. Ah, the License to Kill lifestyle. Well anyway, he'll nod in response to Yoyo.]

Knock Knock!

[he says that out loud toward the trunk, while knocking with his hand at the same time. If he doesn't get a sign of him waking up or a "who's there" he'll just open it carefully after that.]

[killerclown]

What do you want.

[Well, sounds like someone is awake! And angry! And...he doesn’t even sound sleepy.

You may want to wait a bit longer before opening that trunk...]

[bendwiththewind]

...huh, he is awake.

[Do it. Open it.]

Good to know you are with us. Would you mind answering our inquires?

[killerclown]

[That...does get him to soften his tone, at least a little bit.]

Yes, yes, of course! Just open the trunk so I can hear you a bit better!

[...are you sure you want to do that, Yoyo?]

[bendwiththewind]

Open to All

[So...a circus huh? A circus where there seems to be not many souls in sight...feels creepy in hindsight but Yotsuyu just looks bored. Unlike some of you nerds, she's not gonna swipe any of the prizes all wily nilly; instead, she's going to be looking at several of the games, including balloon popping and skee ball but being better at the first one. What can we say, she's a decent shot.]

Hmmm, quite peculiar that a place full of festivities has very little people...might it involve Noise somehow...? No, that cannot be right...but why a circus....?

[She speaks to herself but do you want to interrupt her thoughts? The answer is yes. You always want to even if you're scared to.]


???-Closed Until Mod Gives The Go


Start explaining yourself!

[The tone in Yotsuyu's voice is low, like a viper ready to strike its prey for the killing move. Her eyes are narrowed at the other person before her and she's very standing rather close to them, mainly because even for the Composer, this is something she is having a hard time trying to figure out.]

I have no idea who the hells you are but I want to know who gave you such an authority!

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[hexposition]

[The voice that responds to Yotsuyu's is wavering, frightened.]

I-I'm sorry, but I really have no idea what you're talking about! I just woke up like this, I swear!

[There's a shuffling sound as Emma tries to put some distance between herself and Yotsuyu.]

Please...

[bendwiththewind]

You just woke up with those you say? And you want me to believe that load of shite?

[What is chill? Yotsuyu certainly does not have it right now. And for good reason since she sees those black skeletal wings on the girl's back.]

I do not recall seeing you in any of the rounds I have run prior so I certainly was not the one who did this!

[hexposition]

[Emma's cowering.]

I know it doesn't sound believable, but it's true, I swear! I don't even know what these are!

I certainly don't want them!

Mod Word: Open to All

[bendwiththewind]

If you are going to defend yourself, at least stop cowering and stand up straight! As much as I enjoy seeing those under my foot, you look pathetic.

[Maybe a tiny change? Doesn't matter but if anyone is around, you should probably step in.]

[icanhearscreams]

[That voice -]

Emma!

[Running across the fairway at her!]

[alwaysgonnatry]

[ She recognized that voice as well. So guess who's also bolting across the grounds - being in earshot did help in this case - as fast as her legs will carry her. ]

HEY! Leave her alone!

[ If not stopped, she is going to put herself between Emma and Yotsuyu without the slightest hesitation. She may be something of a smol but she is 100% unafraid right now. ]