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.

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[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?

[disjunct]

We definitely do.

[ only one way to find out! ]

If tonight was any indicator... I think so, too.

[kingsroads]

Potentially.

[ you brought this nonsense on yourself, Mercury. ]

[sarcaskick]

[ Spoken flatly: ]

"Potentially". Great.

Is it bigger than an average person?

[kingsroads]

No. You've seventeen questions left.

[sarcaskick]

I know how to count, pal.

Is it something edible? And don't give me "you CAN technically eat it", I mean is it something you're supposed to.

[sunflowerfields]

[That's exactly what she's going for.]

Our nightrider, our warden, and our stage manager, at least. Do any of them sound familiar to you?

[sarcaskick]

Well, if I got my facts straight, it sounds like both of my bosses are probably there. Good to know.

... I might have to wait until tomorrow, though. New roommate's giving me trouble.

[kingsroads]

Yes it is. [ and based on Strange's slightly put-out tone of voice, he was straight up going to say something like "you CAN technically eat it." ]

[sarcaskick]

[ Being a shit is his thing, he knows what to expect. ]

Does it fit in your pocket?

[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?

[kingsroads]

It can.

[sarcaskick]

Is it known for having a certain smell or taste?

[kingsroads]

I'd say so!

[sarcaskick]

... Is it a bean?

[kingsroads]

No! Good guess, though.

[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.]

[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.

[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".

[sarcaskick]

Chicken? Chocolate? Cinnamon? Steak? Jerky? Wood?

[kingsroads]

Good Lord, hold on a second.

No, no, no, no, no and certainly not. You're at...seven more questions, I believe?

[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!