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@jestistentialcrisis
πΒ πππππ (Β the amazing digital circusΒ )
trapped in VR hell !!
like, this π€ close to snapping
filled with existential dread, as a treat
not actually a four foot jester in real life... really
what do you mean iβm trapped in another %$!# adventure?? βββββββ- app | stats | affiliate
"Is there a way to tell someone you want to see what they look like in a maid dress without it sounding... weird?"
β i donβt think thereβs a way to avoid sounding weird, unfortunately... β
oh, the weight of freedom is a heavy burden indeed.
raven offers along a hum, head nodding along as she speaks. a level of understanding provided without the need for explanation -- a truth withheld. wasn't important, now, anyway.
"now what did i tell ya? an island chalk full o' things -- abandoned buildin's included!"
hand takes a quick dive into his robe, wriggling through a pocket or two until successfully fishing out his cellular device. contrary to popular belief ( that he willingly plays into ), its functionality doesn't completely escape him. like, for instance, pulling up a map!
"they've got a whole area i think ya might fancy. they call it yesteryear, bit o' ways down south, outside of cotes fantasci and fibonacci. didn't get ta experience a whole lot, given how they kicked me back home, but from what i hear it's quite an adventure!"
πͺ α΄α΄α΄Ι΄Ιͺ α΄Κκ±α΄Κα΄α΄α΄ΚΚ ΚΙͺα΄ α΄α΄ α΄κ± α΄Κα΄ α΄α΄Ι΄ α΄α΄Ι΄α΄ΙͺΙ΄α΄α΄α΄ κ±α΄α΄α΄α΄ΙͺΙ΄Ι’, especially when he mentioned the abandoned buildings. now, she didn't have a camera like she did back in the human world, but they did give her a cell phone. she could do some sort of cryptic-style vlogging. that could be fun.
as she was daydreaming about the whens and hows, the jester didn't notice the man reaching into his own pocket to take out his phone. the flash of the screen snapped her out of her thoughts, causing her to focus her gaze on the little map β she had to squint to see it clearly.
she listened closely, her lips pulling further into a grin as she clasped her hands together. oh, she could barely contain her excitement. thank god this guy came around-- she really needed this positivity.
" okay, i have to go here. but uh, i don't really know where i'm going, maybe would you wanna come with me? "
she never vlogged with any friends in the human world; it was really just a thing she did in her spare time while she wasn't working. but hey, she was jobless. (oh god, she was unemployed) maybe, they could make an adventure out of it.
[ NOTE: ]
NONVERBAL PROMPTS [ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.
pinwheel eyes scan the text message over and over again as the jester remains motionless on her bed. she hasn't left her room in perhaps two days; the weight of everything happening in the circus and then just... appearing in spirale finally caused the jester to just. break.
FROM: gangle TO: pomni
[txt] u ok?
she just sat there, knees pulled to her chest as she held the phone with one hand, expressionless. thoughts raced uncontrollably through her mind as she helplessly grasped at what she was trying to say.
it was unnecessary, really. they were free from the circus. for now. but eventually, they would have to return. they would have to face caine and she knew that she would have to speak to jax about what had happened between them... and unfortunately, she would probably have to do that here. maybe, she could talk to ragatha about that? maybe. no. she didn't want to dump that on her. she couldn't talk to gangle or zooble, given their feelings on the rabbit. not to mention kinger was back at the circus, alone.
her fingers hovered over the keys, thumbs trembling before she eventually began to type. slowly.
TO: gangle FROM: pomni
[txt] yea.
she then set the phone to the side on the bed before burying her face in her knees, wrapping her arms around her legs, and pulling her knees closer. soft sobs echoed from her walls.
CAUGHT + REVERSE
NONVERBAL PROMPTS: caught {reverse}: RECEIVER finds SENDER somewhere they shouldn't be
pomni was thoroughly enjoying the sensation of taste and the satiety of feeling full so, in turn, she found herself at the food stalls quite a bit. back at home, in the human world, pomni was very fond of salmon... maybe, spirale had some good salmon -- hopefully, candied smoked salmon... her favorite.
she found herself at a fish market; pinwheel eyes wide, taking in all the varying array of fish, some of it not from her world at all. how interesting! there it was... the smoked salmon. the holy grail. she turned her attention behind the stall, standing on the tips of her toes to search for a cashier, only to be met with the sounds of munching and crunching. hmm, that's strange...
with a quirked brow, the jester wandered to the side of the stall, peeking her head around the corner, the bells on her hat giving a quiet knoll. she was met with the sight of a small squid girl going absolutely ham on the smaller fish and crustaceans.
" um... i.. i don't think you're supposed to be back there. "
π€πͺοΈβ
HEADCANON QUESTIONS: [ π€ ]γ €.γ €how do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ πͺοΈ ]γ €.γ €whatβs the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ β ]γ €.γ €what does βhomeβ mean to them ?
they don't really need to sleep... but, when she first joined the circus, pomni was a very reserved sleeper, mostly because she was so damn stressed out and afraid something would be around the corner ready to absolutely beat the shit out of her. you know, coffin style. but now that she's more comfortable, it could be two ways; curled-up or just absolute starfish style... depending on her level of exhaustion. but honestly, if you put something comfortable in her bed (i.e. a stuffed animal) her arms will gradually drift towards it... like a magnet. it can't be helped.
currently, pomni is regretting not discussing things... further with jax. they had a rather explosive disagreement after their gun adventure which carried over into their most recent adventure. she should have chased after him when he walked away. something isn't right... but she's afraid to initiate the conversation and, being in spirale makes for a good distraction. she knows, eventually, she'll need to address it. but... for now she'll just keep silent.
after spending so much time at the circus, home is where her friends are. they're her family. she hasn't abandoned the idea of leaving the circus, but...
" this seems like a lovely little spot. sense of impending doom aside."
BALDERS'S GATE 3 SENTENCE STARTERS: " this seems like a lovely little spot. sense of impending doom aside."
pomni nearly crashed to the floor with a light laugh, her blue glove grasping at her palpating heart in her chest. pinwheel gaze darted to look at the dirty blonde with a worried, but relieved expression.
" yeah -- lovely, that's the word i'd use to describe it. "
the scattered bodies of the monsters were definitely lovely.
[ 𧩠]γ €.γ €whatβs a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ?
HEADCANON QUESTIONS: [ 𧩠]γ €.γ €whatβs a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ?
pomni is more afraid of being alone then being trapped. if you think about it, she's trapped in the circus with the idea that any day, someone around her may reach a breaking point and become lost. not only does she want to return home, but she's so terrified of becoming one of the abstracted in the cellar.
"You know, some of you really need to learn to release your inhibitions and feel the rain on your skin because no one else can do it for youβ only you can let it in."
β oh geez, i remember when that used to come on the radio, when was that, like ten years ago?? β
god that song was such an ear worm.
β β¦ uh, whatβs the moon doing? β
Yeah, that was about what he expected.
He lets Pomni short circuit in front of him for a few seconds before he reaches out to put a big hand on her big head, giving it a squeeze as best as he can.
The last time he put his hands on her (well, she'd started it), it'd become an all out brawl. An entirely one-sided brawl, but he had to get her off him. Strangely enough and unbeknownst to him, he's actually trying to ground her.
"Earth to Pomni, chill out."
"It wasn't even that big of a deal." He totally didn't crash out over it. "I woke up the next day in my bed, totally fine. Nothin' even hurt. You could test it for yourself if you want, there's always a car speedin' around here."
He gives her a final squeeze, then lets her go.
"There's way more stuff to do here, and we don't have to go on Caine's stupid adventures. If you ask me, we're winning here."
πͺ α΄κ± ΚΙͺκ± Ι’Κα΄α΄ α΄α΄ Κα΄Ι΄α΄ α΄α΄α΄α΄ ΙͺΙ΄ α΄α΄ α΄α΄Ι΄α΄α΄α΄α΄ α΄‘Ιͺα΄Κ Κα΄Κ Κα΄α΄α΄ , the jester froze, her small panic attack slowly beginning to diffuse -- mostly in surprise at his sudden display. was that a show of compassion? her panic gradually turned into one of confusion as she turned her sights to look up at him with a single furrowed brow.
as his hand leaves her dome, she exhales a deep sigh, as if sending off the last bit of panic. what's done is done, no use freaking out anymore. what's she going to do; she just has to be even more careful.
at his mention of a car, the girl laughed, placing a hand on her hip, before raising her eyebrows with an incredulous look.
" what, like you did? no thanks, i'll just take your word for it. "
she then took a moment to look around the two of them. what could she get up to in a place like this?
@jestistentialcrisis / @3moreseasons / @thetoyboxcharacter
[TO]: Pomni, Gangle, Zooble [FROM]: Ragatha
> Oh god...if there's any way to cause trouble at others' expense, I'm sure he's found it.
> Think it might have to do with the last adventure? Having it all turn out to be fake, then being thrown right into another world with no sign of escape...
> No surprise he'd lash out even more, honestly.
@3moreseasons / @thetoyboxcharacter / @stuffedwithniceness
[TO]: ragatha, gangle, zooble [FROM]: pomni
[txt] i nh
oh, jesus texting was hard with these fat-fingered gloves.
[txt] i haven't really notic ed anything yet. [txt] maybe its because im newer to spirale. but what the hell, gangle? a grenade? [txt] but, im with zooble, stay clear of the mailboxes... [txt] i can talk to him
goddamn, he was so frustrating...
βoh there is, SO so much!β The small clown is subjected to Cynβs usual βpop in from behind them with no warningβ method of engagement. βYooou ca-an: πππ πππ πππππ, OR! πππππ πππ ππππ, OR! π ππππ ππππππ ππ πππ ππππ, OR! ππππππ ππππππ ππππ πππ ππππ, OR! π πππ πππππππ ππππππβπ πππππ π ππππ ππππ’ πππππ, OR! ππππ ππ ππππππ π-ππ πππππππππ. The possibilities are downrightβ¦ endless.β
β holy SHβ β
the jester sprung nearly a foot in the air at the sudden appearance of the strange figure behind her, causing her to go into a fit of coughs, essentially choking. pomni took a moment to catch her breath, a red-gloved hand reaching up to grasp at her chest.
she wasnβt really paying attention to a single word thisβ¦ person.. was saying. no, she was too shocked and taken aback to even contemplate the words coming out of herβ mouth?
β hβ¦ huh? what did.. huh? β
"whatever fits their fancy, i'd guess! got a whole island chalk full o' things ta do. s'pose that's pretty overwhelmin', huh?" for many residents, probably. "what would ya normally be doin'? betcha can kick start any ol' hobby here!"
β hmm, i guess iβm just used to having absolutely nothing to do unless iβm being forced in to an adventure. β
yeah, she really didnβt do much back in the circus; sit on the couch, do an adventure, sleep, eat food, repeat. hell, she didnβt even need to sleep or eat, anyway.
β back at home i guess i liked exploring abandoned buildings β anything like that here? β
actually hold up, that sounded slightly exciting.
" soooo... uh, what do people do around here for fun... ? "
since she's going to be here for a while, might as well keep herself entertained. somehow.
There was a lot they could be talking about. Needed to talk about, even, but Jax had never been the type of guy to really open up.
Thank God (or whatever there was) for Spirale, really. What a nice distraction from everything else that was going on. If he was lucky, they'd forget all about everything that happened and just deal with this. Yeah, that'd be nice.
He starts to walk circles around Pomni, waving his cartoon limbs around as he speaks. It's kind of making him a bit dizzy, but he doesn't intend to stop.
"Nope! As far as I can tell, it looks like we're just supposed to live here. Seems like some freaks plucked us out of our (air quotes) "homes" and put us in this simulation or whatever to watch us, like a messed up experiment."
"Oh and here's the other kicker! We can't leave! Nothing's changed! 'Cept that there's a bunch of other freaks here too, and now we can die and feel pain real bad."
"I got hit by a bus and actually died. But then I came back the next day like nothing happened. Oh man, you shoulda seen the look on Gangle's face!"
πͺ α΄ΙͺΙ΄α΄‘Κα΄α΄Κ α΄Κα΄κ± κ±Qα΄ΙͺΙ΄α΄α΄α΄ α΄κ± α΄Κα΄ α΄Ι’α΄α΄Ιͺκ±α΄Ιͺα΄α΄Κ Κα΄ΚΚΙͺα΄ α΄ΙͺΚα΄Κα΄α΄ the jester the same way a predator circled its prey. she wasn't far off, though -- jax enjoyed playing and terrorizing those around him so this was nothing special. not to mention, seeing him after what he had done back at the circus caused a sort of tightness in her throat. she wasn't sure that she was ready to touch on that topic yet.
she listens to his rant, his voice rising in pitch, causing her to recoil slightly. however, she pauses as he mentions death. he died? not abstracted -- died.
okay, so the death thing was real. cool. awesome.
and gangle had to witness the whole thing? i'm sorry, the fuck? what the hell was happening in this hell-hole?
" what... wh-- "
she couldn't even form real words. she sort of mumbled into the air as she tried to grasp everything that he was saying; okay so taken from the circus, watched like an experiment, pain, death, and this chucklefuck already died once. nice!
It probably was a bit much, wasn't it? You're so used to things at this point that you don't really think twice about it, but dumping it all on someone so casually might be a little overwhelming.
"You get used to it. There's a lot more freedom here than in the Circus," you say, trying to sound encouraging. "If you want to do something, you can just go do it. We get phones, you can watch TV, and there's not even any adven-"
Yes there are. There are adventures, just not quite the same as Caine's. She'll find out soon enough; it feels like the city's due for an experiment soon. You just hold your tongue, hoping Pomni doesn't notice.
"Uh, yeah! I mean, this is... Well, we've already been through something like this. But you've helped me. I'm just, uh, returning the favor."
While Pomni's having her difficulties, you glance over your shoulder. You were headed somewhere already, but you don't want to just up and abandon her. Maybe something more normal will help her acclimate.
"Actually, I was on my way to get a coffee. Do you... want to come? I'll pay for yours."
πͺ κ±Κα΄ κ±α΄α΄α΄α΄ α΄Κα΄Κα΄ κ°α΄Κ α΄ α΄α΄α΄α΄Ι΄α΄ κ±α΄α΄α΄‘ΙͺΙ΄Ι’ ΙͺΙ΄ α΄Κα΄ information, pinwheel eyes seeming to stare off in the distance as gangle's voice once again snaps the jester out of her stupor.
she awkwardly rubs the back of her neck, listening to the things the city has to offer; at least she was able to indulge in the small joys, such as a phone and television. it seems foolish to say, but pomni did miss the mindless scrolling on her phone and mind-numbing television that she could easily dissociate with. maybe... this would be okay. well, she would still rather be home, but, oh well.
at the offer of a coffee, pomni perked up. oh, now that was something she hadn't had in a while.
" oh, that actually sounds really nice, thanks gangle. i'll make it up to you. "
actually, how do you make money here? does gangle have a job?
