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.))

Comments

[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?]

[7_0_7]

[Seven gasps dramatically.]

What?! Are those big rabbit ears just for show!? Me think you can hear us okay!

Why don't you tell us who you are and how you got here, hm? Is this circus yours?

[killerclown]

[There’s a moment of silence for a second.]

Obviously? They’re as pink as the rest of my hat. Did you...really think they were part of my head?

And I’ll start talking once I get to see who I’m talking to!

[He sounds like he won’t budge on this subject.]

[bendwiththewind]

[She nods.]

We have this. And we know what to do in case matters do not go as we want.

[Gonna pop open that trunk now...]

[killerclown]

[And out jumps a clown, in bright pink and white and-

Oh, he’s got a knife.

Two knives.

Pointed at both Yoyo and 707.]

Now, are you at least going to apologize to me?

[bendwiththewind]

[Yotsuyu looks unimpressed at the knife, rolling her eyes and actually steps towards the clown...

and backhand slaps him harshly.]

Be fully glad that you are getting away with only my hand than my heel.

[killerclown]

[And the clown is down!

...again...

At least he’s still conscious this time, rubbing at where Yoyo slapped him.]

Oh, yeah, thank you Miss Merciful Goth. Very grateful that you slap me after I get angry for getting locked in a trunk, after getting hit by a car, after getting thrown into a wall by a group of rando’s.

Thank you very much.

[So...much...sarcasm...]

[7_0_7]

[he's just laughing obnoxiously at the implication he really thought they were real, because WHO KNOWS!! (No, he only pretends his grip on reality is that loose.) He also doesn't care about the knife though.]

You're welcome! We just thought you needed some vacation time away from your chainsaw, you know~

[killerclown]

[The clown responds with a laugh that’s clearly trying to mock 707’s, trying to insult him at least a little bit.]

Just ask your stupid questions already.

[bendwiththewind]

[Glad they can reach an understanding.]

What do you know of this circus?

[killerclown]

Not much, considering it’s not my circus.

[7_0_7]

So... You attacked trespassers to a circus that's not even yours. Seriously?

What were you doing there, then?

[killerclown]

I asked them if I could saw one of them in half. Asked. Then they threw me into a wall. I responded fairly, I think.

[They could’ve said no! He didn’t demand it!]

Trying to figure out what was going on, mostly, considering I last remember being at my circus instead of this place.

[bendwiththewind]

[That doesn't sound surprising.]

So you do not recall anything before coming here?

[But if he's here, he's supposed to be dead. Maybe something involving memories?]

[killerclown]

[This gets him to raise an eyebrow.]

I remember my circus, so obviously, yes.

[Well, someone’s being a smartass.]