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

[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.

[brightspot]

Maybe. I don't know if this place is like your usual circuses though, it seems pretty out-there. Who knows if they even use nets here?

Oh, a daredevil! That's a cool job. I guess it might depend on what your act is?