B1, Day 2 [ public ]

[sarcaskick]

So... ripped from my homeworld, semi-brainwashed by some prince guy, now I work in a circus, blah blah blah. I can roll with it. So, what now? We just sit around and wait for the next show, or disaster, or whatever?

[ There's a long, weary, blatantly over-dramatic sigh, as though the thought is the single most painful thing in the world for him. As if some major event hadn't just come to a close that people might still be reeling from. Not his problem, he's bored now. ]

I hate waiting. How's a guy supposed to get his kicks around here? Someone, be my knight in shining armor and save me from the shackles of boredom. I'm dying, here!

[ You would think someone trying to make a good first impression might offer to help, or present himself politely, or at least you know say his freaking name, but.

Well.

He ain't much on making good impressions. ]

Don't keep me waiting.

Comments

[radio > action eventually, probably??]

[disjunct]

Make sure they have enough room on their valiant steed for me, too! I get that everyone just fought a cartoon lion and they're suuuuuper bummed about it, but think of us new people here, who are really hurting.

B-T-W, I've got all my stuff arranged in the trailer so don't touch it, okay? What a REMARKABLE (predictable) TWIST OF FATE (someone took one look at us and put us in the same trailer) we get to be roomies!

[radio for now!]

[sarcaskick]

I know, right? Our struggle is so very real!

... You don't take forever in the bathroom, do you?

[radio for now!]

[disjunct]

Hmm, how long do you think it takes for makeup like this, hair like this, upkeep, face masks, making sure I'm my gorgeous, pristine me before I leave?

Oh- oh- and before you have the chance to answer 'Five minutes, because no amount of makeup can cover up the ugly inside of you', I'm flattered but no. I was literally a model. I might as well write my name on the door.

[radio gaga]

[sarcaskick]

I was going to say there's nothing pristine about you to begin with, but sure, pick my words for me why don't you.

If you're that worried about people thinking less of your face, just put a paper bag over it and get on with your day.

[sirius XM] 1/2

[disjunct]

I didn't even read you for that one. I can't, because I'm not in person! It was just so easy to guess, you know? Also that's dumb. I don't freshen up for other people, I do it because I'm fucking hot and I know it.

Hell, even you said as much!

[disjunct]

[ her voice takes a turn for the kawaii ]

Don't even think of touching the top bunk, okay? It's m♥i♥n♥e!

[sunflowerfields]

[Wow, this sounds remarkably like her boys when they dragged their feet to do their chores.]

There are many who are sick and injured. If you want something to do, come to the medical tent and help us tend to them.

[sarcaskick]

... Okay, let me back up and rephrase. Something fun to do. Playing doctor isn't my idea of a good time.

[sunflowerfields]

[Aha, so it's going to be like that.]

Sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do. Have you met with your supervisor yet?

[sarcaskick]

[ Regrettably it's going to be exactly like that ]

My what, now?

[ It may come as no surprise that he hasn't paid much mind to "things he's supposed to do". ]

[sunflowerfields]

Your boss. Many of them are among the injured, you know, so they may not be available to give you orders just yet. Of course, that means the Ringmaster might have to dole out your duties in the meantime, and she's a very busy woman. She may end up assigning you to latrine duty in a hurry.

[The Ringmaster may be an uncaring lovecraftian horror in a human suit but that doesn't mean Hinawa can't use that to her advantage.]

Or you can help us get your supervisor back on their feet.

[kingsroads]

I'm thinking of something brown.

[ It seems that the way to save Mercury from the shackles of boredom is twenty questions. ]

[sarcaskick]

...

This better not be tied in with that other woman's talk of latrine duty.

[kingsroads]

It isn't.

You've nineteen questions left.

[sarcaskick]

[ Eye rolls aren't audible, but if they were his would be screaming. Still, beggars can't be choosers. ]

Sure. Is it a living thing?

[kingsroads]

Potentially.

[ you brought this nonsense on yourself, Mercury. ]

[brightspot]

Have you thought of going exploring? It's a circus, so... By nature it's supposed to be entertaining, right? Even during off-time? There's a lot of interesting people around you can talk to and learn about!

[Of course, "interesting" is subjective, but everyone she's met so far has been interesting to her.]

[sarcaskick]

I've never really been a circus-going kind of guy. Most of the gimmicks never really stuck out to me as anything interesting.

[ he's just being Difficult, as he always is ]

Like all that trapeze stuff? There's always a net, so where's the thrill in it?

[brightspot]

Oh. I'm... pretty sure I've never been to the circus before, either?

[Though maybe not for lack of interest.]

I think the entertainment is supposed to come from the skill involved, not the likelihood of someone getting hurt...

[sarcaskick]

If that was true they wouldn't put half of the acts so high above the ground. You're supposed to feel afraid of "ohhhh nooooooo, what happens if they faaaaaaall", but it doesn't matter if they do.

...

You think I could go netless with my act? I'm a daredevil, it's literally my job to risk my neck.

[spaghettimonster]

The hot new thing is the obstacle course! It's not all that new...

[What, a few months old now? Weeks at the absolute minimum, for all he only discovered it literally today.]

But the hotness is real!

[Because it shoots flames, on the higher difficulty settings.]

[sarcaskick]

[ THAT

is the first maybe-interesting thing that he's heard ]

How much of a challenge are we talking here? On a one to ten scale, one being "cake walk" and ten being "actually fatal consequences for failure".

[spaghettimonster]

Mmmmm... Maybe a five or six. There's some homespun laser traps, and they're pretty good! And a flashy explosion at one point. But... hardly the lethal risks to deserve the name 'death march'.

[There aren't even any spike pits.]

Minor injuries, really. Moderate if you really flub it!

[pipers_son]

[Joker feels like shit, but he tries to keep care from making it too obvious on the radio. Dignity, or something. So long as he stays in the nest net over in the big top, no one has to know how fucked up he is.]

[He was unconscious, no one new can know (yet) that the peryton-turned-naked-dude is the guy with the thick British accent.]

Like birds?

[tacosgay]

Yeah, no, uh, you kind of have to make your own entertainment around here. Which is actually pretty ironic, considering we're now kind of forcibly working as entertainers, huh? Who's to entertain us?