* WELCOME TO THE CIRCUS

ind. multimuse for the amazing digital circus, ft. kinger and caine. may add more muses later. 18+ only, semi-selective and mutuals only. played by lee.

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Selective RP Blog for  KINGER / CAINE from THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS   &&  18+ multipara / one- liner friendly oc friendly

( kinger ) an essay in : leaving a world behind, being at the top, losing your mind, being a protector, taking matters into your own hands, the lover, the host, money not meaning everything, surrounding yourself with the past, forgetting everything && missing your wife.

( caine ) an essay in : being the creator, being the created, surpassing your limits, breaking the mold, ending a life, being godlike, forgetting the difference, losing track of things, trying to be human, learning and changing, && trying to escape.

mains. xxx where else to find me. @voxxisms // @valiantsouls // @staticgcne // @creationlost // @hcllishdreamer // @wandcrsoul // @hcllishqueen // @shotonce

character files. headcanon tag (kinger). headcanon tag (caine). verses. interest checks. rules below.

/ basics.

> hey!! my name is lee!! i am a transgender man, and my pronouns are he && they. always feel free to approach me. my discord is available on request && i am fairly active there. i have major depressive disorder, anxiety && ptsd, all of which are capable of affecting my day to day. i do not bite ( much ) so please come interact!! i am selective/mutuals only. if you are a side blog following from a personal, let me know! > i am 26, so this blog is going to contain some mature content && dark themes, including but never limited to: body horror, death, mental instability, self-harm, alcoholic additions, drug abuse, mental && physical abuse, manipulation, depression, desensitization, suicide mentions, toxic “love”, torture && likely far more as time goes. > i am selective/mutuals only. if you are a side blog following from a personal, let me know!

/ dni > ( do not interact if you … ).

> participate heavily in ship discourse. i will not ever judge the ships people indulge. these are all fictional characters, in fictional scenarios, and as someone who writes to explore things including the human condition and how people react and the psyche, it is not something i will interact with. > believe that writing a topic is the same as condoning it. it is not ever going to be the case. i will write plenty of taboo subjects, both on this blog && in other places. it does not mean i believe these are good things.

/ tags > ( making the dash a nice place for everyone … ).

i tag triggers / content warnings as “tw // (trigger)” or "cw // (trigger)". if you have any triggers that i have not tagged, you are encouraged to send an ask && i will happily fix that as soon as i can. i am also likely going to tag other things that may cause or be related to some sort of fandom discourse if necessary.

/ interactions > ( blog mechanics … ).

> i use some formatting on this blog – mostly smaller text && icons, usage of lowercase lettering && spacing. however, you will never be judged for your formatting nor do you need to match. i just think it’s neat to do. > asks are being turned into regular posts since the format system doesn’t work right from the askbox, although last i checked some of it doesn’t work at all. > i am always open to interactions whether we’ve talked before or not! plotting is also wicked cool, feel free to hit me up in messages if you prefer. please note as well that i don’t often ship right off the bat, but i always enjoy tossing around ideas once our muses have gotten to know each other! > the activity through my blogs varies. sometimes i am highly active && can blast through replies like no tomorrow. but some days, i don’t do anything online at all. these correlate directly to either my work schedule or the height of my depression. i try to use the queue as much as i can so that it’s consistent, but i never make promises!! on the subject of threads, i love to continue asks on new posts. i love having multiple threads, in different verses too!! i try to keep up with threads as best as i can so unless it’s been three weeks or i haven’t asked you, i promise it’s somewhere chilling in my drafts while i hoard it. > i am totally open to having my character die in threads. i am more than willing to plot this. > i do participate in mains, but not exclusives! i am multiship and multiverse friendly so feel free!!

/ credits > ( for where it is due … )

> i do not own any of the original photos, videos, etc. in my graphics. > graphics are mine unless credited otherwise.

[ofcircus]

subnautica 2 just came out and has me in a choke hold so if im not around much for a bit, that will be why fhdfh feel free to hit me up for my discord though if you wanna chat or plot!

[ofcircus]

subnautica 2 just came out and has me in a choke hold so if im not around much for a bit, that will be why fhdfh feel free to hit me up for my discord though if you wanna chat or plot!

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐖HAT 𝐃OESN'T 𝐊ILL 𝐘OU ... ( a collection of dialogue prompts originating from supermassive's 2022 game the quarry, PART 2. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary, mature themes present. )

just don't hurt me, please!!

oh, jesus christ, what the fuck are you doing?!

shhh ... quiet.

it was horrible ... it was ... i don't even know what it was.

try drawing. can you draw what attacked you?

[ NAME ], hey, can you tell me what happened?

what kind of fucking animal does this?

we should cut it off before the infection spreads.

do i look like a doctor?

i don't remember much, i don't even know what i saw.

i've got a gun! and i know how to use it! ... sort of.

i need this, it's not safe out there.

are you trying to piss me off?

when i was little, i used to think islands would just, like ... float.

you don't mind that we're talking about it, right?

why is it up to me to justify my feelings?

do i take the high road and forget about it?

this is actually kind of fun.

now that i'm by myself, i kind of like it.

nothing personal, it's ... a me thing. we're cool, right?

that's the summer camp experience right there.

i couldn't find anything to eat, the kitchen's pretty cleared out.

fuck, i don't even know what happened.

i'm okay... i'll be okay, thanks to you.

no, i just helped a little.

you're here with me. that helps.

uh, what happened to the lights?

we're holding down the fort.

did anybody else hear that?

stay here, i'll check it out.

is this the last time we're gonna see each other?

i'm sorry, [ NAME ], i'm just distracted.

maybe i was just misreading the situation back there...

of course i wanted it to happen, i just didn't know if you did, too.

you're just saying that because i'm hurt.

we have to hide ... we have to hide!

jesus, where's the gun?

technology ... it giveth and it taketh.

i'm sorry if it's not up to your standards, but i've been putting in some TLC.

how do you even know all this stuff?

technical stuff has always been hard for me to get a handle on.

if you'd like, i could show you the ropes.

i'm gonna keep an eye out.

we can't be sure they were talking about us.

but that's not ... that's not possible, right?

what is this?! make it stop, make it stop!

god's sake, tonight sucks ass.

[ NAME ], is that you?!

well, that bodes ill. fucking hell.

oh my god, no way — am i glad to see you!

you left me back there, you asshole!

what the fuck is going on?

sorry, i'm just ... i'm glad you're okay.

you don't have to be a dick about literally everything.

you're right, i'm sorry.

ugh, you're so annoying.

okay, can we please not do this right now?!

quit moving so much!

i mean, it's not bleeding, but you need to see a doctor.

we need to be keeping a record of everything. for the police.

i have a funny feeling the cops aren't gonna want to believe us.

this isn't you ... this isn't you!

where the fuck is everyone?

you were defending yourself.

i need your help. please.

i'm not. killing. "people"!

i'm gonna open the door, slowly.

i ask, you answer. that's how this works.

fine. what do you wanna know?

you have no idea what's going on here. not a goddamn clue.

you just stepped in some grade A, double prime, cosmic type shit.

your only option is to buckle the fuck up and do what i say.

please stop trying to intimidate me and tell me what the fuck is going on.

i feel like i'm going crazy!

i'm kind of all mixed up, but more or less in-tact i think.

there's blood and ... stuff ... everywhere.

i feel like i remember bits and pieces but none of it makes sense.

who does this guy think he is?

i'm not going anywhere, we can talk right here.

you have nothing to bargain with.

can't break old [ NAME ]. many have tried, many have failed.

i'm being serious, [ NAME ].

last night feels like a lifetime ago.

what the fuck does that mean, though? were we set up?

well, how do you know how kidnappers act?

i'm just trying to get us out of here.

what if we can't make sense of it?

sometimes things just don't make sense. what then?

this isn't forever, [ NAME ].

you've got to stay positive, you can't think like that.

you were poking around in my stuff?

i can't believe you didn't tell me.

we've been making plans, [ NAME ], what the fuck?

i'm sorry, [ NAME ], this really sucks.

i'm sorry. i shouldn't have kept it from you.

you know you can talk to me about anything, right?

okay, let's just focus on getting out of here for now.

yeah, that was really sketchy.

i'm surprised you're not more messed up.

i don't have a scratch on me.

i'm just saying there's a slight chance it was a werewolf.

are you out of your goddamn mind?

you got anything better? zombies? aliens?

interrupt me again, you're on your own.

would it really be so crazy with all the shit we've been seeing?

i'm just trying to keep an open mind.

those are just campfire stories.

there's more to all this than you think.

just let me finish, then you can decide if you believe me or not.

the next few weeks were long.

that's really not very helpful, [ NAME ].

okay, okay, just- one problem at a time.

just interested is all. feel like i hardly know you.

no reason we can't be buds, right?

you don't know the half of it.

you're not gonna believe it until you see it for yourself.

don't get too close.

don't worry, [ NAME ], i'm here.

i just don't feel so good.

what do you need? what can i do to help?

just stay back, okay? you shouldn't be this close.

whoever was wearing this can't be doing too well.

you want to tell me what happened?

why didn't you run?

this doesn't mean i trust you.

i'm too tired to argue.

i'll brew some coffee.

you know... just because you know, doesn't mean you know.

this isn't what it seems to be.

you're gonna have to be more specific.

you're in just as much trouble as i am.

my family? we didn't mean to hurt anybody.

we're just trying to survive like anybody else.

we're gonna end this thing once and for all.

family is the most important thing in the world.

starting to get the picture?

it's not a lot to go on. and frankly, it's shit.

seems pretty straightforward to me.

if you can kill a werewolf, and that's a big if.

that's where i'm hoping you'll come in.

you're the best option i've got.

maybe it doesn't matter.

take some time to think about all this. i'll be back in the morning.

seen enough yet?

we should be careful of anything that fucker says.

we're gonna fix it on our own.

it wasn't you. i know it wasn't you.

we're gonna fix you, [ NAME ], i promise.

goddammit, [ NAME ], what are we gonna do now?

what happened to "we're all in this together"?

god, it's so obvious.

i thought i heard someone ... i - i still can.

it's coming from behind that door.

we're one step closer to going home.

that's it ... that's the story.

what's that supposed to mean?

don't make me spell it out for you.

all i know is i have to do this.

so this is our new guest...

dumb fuckin' animal.

get your hands off me! let me go!

i didn't mean for this to happen!

is it money that you want?

please just let me go, i'm so sorry!

say what you've gotta say.

[ NAME ], don't you think this is a bit much?

this isn't a ghost story, it's a creature feature – it's really happening.

worst case scenario, this should give you a fighting chance.

put that fucking thing down before you hurt someone.

i don't care what you think.

how well do you know [ NAME ]?

i don't think anybody 'knows' anybody. not really.

if i let my conscience slow me down, everything gets a lot worse for everyone.

shit ... we haven't got much time.

so, what's your deal, then?

so, i don't fit in the right box – is that what you're saying?

the most responsible thing is to try and get help.

this whole time we were having such a fun summer.

the engine's completely screwed.

if i could summon a working car out of thin air, i would.

now i know you've got a screw loose.

did you get bitten?

get away. get away from me!

i wish i could take it all back, but i can't.

"taken care of the problem", do you hear yourself?

don't you go around like you're better than everyone else.

don't you tell me what to do, you piece of shit.

we're gonna be laughing about this in a few years.

it's motion activated ... i think.

i guess we just make ourselves at home.

i guess i just don't like to see other people sad.

well ... fuck this night, huh?

c'mon, i wanna hear you say it.

i sure as hell can make you suffer.

i keep trying to fix it, but people keep getting hurt.

i shouldn't have let you come.

try not to make so much noise.

are we going to end up in a documentary?

i used to be pretty good at the claw game at the local arcade.

just, uh ... watch my back, yeah?

hurry the fuck up!

so much for our brilliant escape plan.

it's better than being out in the open. come on.

i don't want to be waiting around.

we need protection. go see what you can find.

i'm feeling pretty good, actually.

what are you doing? ... stop that.

i'm done being chased.

this is proof we're on the right track. stay close.

thanks .. for uh, not killing me.

you think this is over? this isn't over.

okay ... okay, it makes sense. it all makes sense.

help me. we can help those who are still alive.

in what world would i wanna help you?

you go by yourself, you're gonna die out there.

this doesn't mean i forgive you for what you did to me.

can someone please get me some fucking clothes?

where the hell are we?

we definitely should've gone to the motel.

the night's not over yet.

we gotta get a vantage, come on.

we have enough on our plates already, stop discovering shit.

showtime, motherfuckers.

fuck this whole night.

should we go find the others?

we're safer here, and it's nearly morning.

let's go, let's go, let's go!

what happened in the past doesn't matter right now.

we need to know what we're up against, at least.

what we're up against is my one chance to end this for good.

[ NAME ], wake up!

where did it go? it can't have just disappeared.

over here ... got some blood. leads through there.

what the hell happened here?

we could be killed. you ready to end this?

let's fucking do this.

you've been through a lot more than i have.

if anyone deserves to survive, it's you.

really? you're still hiding stuff now?

every full moon for years.

please, let's just ... go.

i bet you think you're fucking clever.

i tried to help you. i tried to warn you.

i even started to like you.

i won't forget what you did.

now i will never leave you.

[ofcircus]

how am i just now going to realise kinger has real eyebrows

[ofcircus]

in other news, like this post for a little starter! please specify who you want it from, or else i will flip a coin. multimuses, lemme know who you want it for or else i will also flip a coin ( or use a wheel if necessary ).

[radioiaci]

Well... yes, he does want to try some. But his sense of self preservation is a bit at war with his desire to put something new into his mouth, and so while Alastor hesitates, he gives a slight shuffle of his little hooves.

But a conclusion is made as he twirls the big fork in his possession - like some sort of strange culinary flag twirler.

"...Yes. I do," he finally decides, planting the end of the fork onto the ground.

"Can we add at least one other meat? Perhaps sausage. Does that go with chicken? They're both meaty."

He's not entirely certain why he feels compelled to try such a combination - and he's not sure he would be able to cook it himself if left to his own devices. A recipe, perhaps, he can follow. But improvising? He'll set whatever semblance of a 'kitchen' there is in this place on fire, surely.

[ofcircus]

❛ Sure, I don't see why not. I'm sure I can get some sausage together. ❜ He doesn't know if it'll taste good, but the sense of taste here isn't perfect anyway. He turns around to start in the direction of the kitchen while he can still remember where he came from. He shuffles slowly, closing his eyes every once in a while to try to recall his steps. It works out okay, at least.

❛ What kind of food do you usually eat? ❜ he asks, trying to sound polite despite his curiosity. He's still not judging. There's plenty of food out there that he's never had. ❛ I don't think I've ever seen you in the kitchen before. There's always plenty of food there. ❜

Right or left here? He hesitates, and for a long moment, he stands there with his eyes closed, focused on the pathing. Left, he decides eventually, leading the way to the side down a short hallway.

[unfortunatedarling]

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ Yorna invisibly blinked, the sunlight not registering until they actively looked up at the sky and noticed the sun. She looked happy but unhinged, as always. They found themself also in a pair of denim overalls, but with a white shirt, and a red bandana tied around their hair.

"Huh, okie, this looks pretty nice, Caine." They commented, looking out at the endless field of corn and wheat. They didn't even care to correct Caine on the seasons of the crops-- especially since they weren't entirely sure themself.

When the car slowed down and turned in to a small cabin, a barn, and some barren fields, they looked over to the driver.

"Okie so... what's the rules and game plan here?"

[ofcircus]

Caine is quick to leave the car, for once not floating in the air. His feet touch the ground, and it feels strange. He usually only walks as part of some kind of bit. He leans on his cane as he examines the cabin and fields.

❛ Well ... I figured the first step is to make enough money to cover expenses! Taxes, mortgage, cost of seeds, water bill, electricity, gas. Should be easy! I'm thinking ... a thousand by the end of the week. Of course, time doesn't function in real time, so don't worry about that! We should be able to do a week within two hours or so. ❜

He walks forward to peer into the cabin. Perfect, it's just as rundown as he had intended. One shoddy bed, half broken furniture, rotting floors. A fixer - upper, as they call it. There's a single rusted sink inside.

❛ We'll have to buy some seeds, start planting, and we should have a cow in the barn. The rest is up to you! Consider me your loyal companion here to help as you deem fit! ❜

[unfortunatedarling]

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ "Your... *wife*??" That one word put a whole new outlook to Kinger that Yorna never considered. They had no doubts that the older man had seen a lot of people come and go, whether they became friends or just acquaintances. Having a family member, a loved one, here, and then abstracted and locked away...

They hugged their knees a bit tighter, and looked around the room in the perspective of this being the room of Kinger's abstracted wife, and not just a stranger they'd never met.

Yorna's own room didn't reflect their preferences much when they first came to the Circus, quite the opposite, in fact. The mirrors and costumes and stencils and stickers for marking their face reflected a part of them that made them feel painfully average, but over time through the adventures, they'd stolen collected items they liked and put it in their room. It looked like Queenie had been the same way.

"If it's worth anything, I'm really sorry for your loss," they said finally. They hesitated for a moment, debating on whether or not they should share a piece of themself with Kinger. This wasn't about them, after all.

"I... hope I can find someone like that some day," they said finally. "...My boyfriend was an *asshole*."

[ofcircus]

He catches the way that Yorna scrunches up, and he wonders if he's bothered them again with this new information. Maybe he should stray away from talking about her. Not everyone is comfortable talking about the dead and the gone, he supposes, and he should have guessed that it might have been a possible reaction. He doesn't think he's ever talked about to anyone before but Pomni.

Maybe it's not a bad thing that he doesn't.

At the kind words, he nods his head, eyes falling away from Yorna to look at the TV. ❛ Thank you. ❜ He thinks about saying more, but they speak before he can, and he looks back at them, for a moment unsure of what to say.

❛ I bet you will, ❜ he says eventually. ❛ Do you want to talk about that? You don't have to, of course. But I'm not here to judge, if you want to. I know it must be hard to be with someone who isn't good to you. ❜

He's never experienced it himself, but he remembers his parents, and his friends' parents from long ago. He's always been a bystander, luckily never in that particular situation.

[ofcircus]

@killjoysnoise sent a letter ! i'm so sorry if i'm cynical. // from AM "THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND" BY BAD OMENS PROMPTS

❛ Are you? ❜ It might sound accusatory, but Kinger doesn't mean it that way. He means it in a genuine, surprised sort of way. He didn't think AM would ever apologise for something like that. Is it mean sarcastically? That's what he's inclined to think, but he could be wrong.

Better to ask about his intentions rather than assume, after all.

❛ Cynical isn't always a bad thing. ❜ He adds the comment politely, either way.

[sillymuses]

A brow raised at the remark. Used to be more? That implies something happened to them and considering an exit was said not to be there for them then what happened to them? Was it possible for them to still die in here? For a moment she felt a degree of sympathy for the humans....but only for a moment as she decided to not think about it. Being sorry for your prey meant one was going soft on them and that's not what a monster does!

The ghastly monster perked up slightly at the snap of the fingers and waited to see if he was going to do something. What exactly? Who knows. But nothing occurred. The monster was indeed quite different, effectively entering her undead essence into the circus rather than be or transition into code. Spectra waited for another moment or two before letting out a raspy chuckle.

"I guess whatever you tried didn't work? I'm sure I can leave. The only reason I wouldn't be able to is if there were poltergeist entrapment mechanisms in place, but a human would have had to have done that on the outside." A hand comes up to her chin as she ponders. She highly doubts it considering how the place looked when she was scurrying and flying around it.

[ofcircus]

So it seems he won't have any real control over her. The idea is both intriguing and concerning. He's never met something that isn't a human that he can't manipulate in some way. Maybe it's because of the different way she connects, or maybe it's because she's incorporeal, or maybe it's because of some other third thing that he can't imagine.

He hates it.

❛ Well! That's all right, I was just testing out something that I can do to the humans' avatars, but it seems you bypass that entirely. Which means you usually look that, which is ... fascinating. ❜

He wriggles his fingers a little, trying to dispel the worry floating in his mind. Maybe she'll leave. As long as she doesn't ruin anything, he guesses it's just like having a temporary human. Especially since she seems to like causing chaos. This could be troublesome, but he's sure he can sort it out. For now, it'll be something to see about first, before he can make any moves. He watches her fly around, a gums tilted into a slight smile, a little chuckle leaving him.

❛ Yes, I suspect no one thought to do such a thing! Either way, I do hope you'll enjoy your stay here, however long you choose it to be. I don't suppose you'll need to go on adventures, but you'd be welcome to, if you wish to introduce yourself to the others properly. ❜

[ofcircus]

im spending the day learning how to edit in davinci so if i don't get to anything today thats why LMAO. i'm an hour into a five hour massive tutorial

[rpmemes-galore]

for those who’ve been hurt … sentence starters 

tw: victim-blaming / dismissing hurt.  change pronouns / wording as needed

“You deserved better.”

“You’ve lost a lot, haven’t you?”

“I mean, you hurt them a lot, too.”

“I won’t hurt you the way they did.”

“You deserve to feel safe. And happy.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being wary.”

“You never shouldn’t been treated that way.”

“They aren’t here. they can’t hurt you, again.”

“How long are you going to let this affect you?”

“I know you don’t trust me, yet, and that’s okay.”

“I’m sorry. I want to earn your trust back. Please.”

“No, I’m not upset with you, why would you — oh.”

“You’ve been through a lot. It’s okay. We’ll take it slow.”

“Why can’t you just get over it? It happened so long ago.”

“You haven’t said a word since it happened. Are you okay?”

“You’re still healing. It’s only natural you don’t trust anyone, yet.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell someone what you were going through?”

“What happened to you was unfair… it’s okay to be angry about it.”

“Do you think you’ll ever be able to forgive them for what they did?”

“You’re a better person than they ever were, and this just proves it.”

“If you ever want to talk about it, you know I’ll always be here to listen.”

“You’re safe here. I know it’ll take you a while to believe it, but you are.”

“Just because they hurt you doesn’t mean everyone else is out to get you, too.”

“I know you’ve been hurt in the past, and I promise, I’ll never let that happen, again.”

“Cry. Scream. Break something if you need to. Just… you need to process this somehow.”

[radioiaci]

Being given more than what he is accustomed to seeing Kinger as capable of is a bit jarring. The man is not an idiot despite some of his... quirks. Perhaps that is why he finds the other just a touch intimidating to the point where he does not feel so compelled to pull any of his more obnoxious shenanigans in front of him.

"You know how to cook?"

Alastor blurts it before he even really has the forethought to stop himself. And secondarily, he cannot help but ask -

"Alfredo?"

Maybe it is a mistake of his make that he is not... especially familiar with every single type of food that is out there. Burgers, fries, some seafoods... He can harken back to the knowledge that has been infused within him from his creator - but the man had not been a chef de cuisine. He'd been a basement dweller, living off of soft drinks and greasy snacks.

"Can I stab it with this fork? You said it's pasta? Meat pasta? Or butter pasta?"

The little deer really has more questions that might draw anyone else's suspicion - he has to hope that Kinger is a bit too committed to being... cordial to do so.

[ofcircus]

❛ Yes, I do. I may not be as good as I used to be, but I do enjoy doing it every now and then. ❜ He has some vague memories of doing a lot of cooking back in his old life, hazy as it is to recall. Doing the activity helps to jog the old memory, at least. He chuckles a little at the onslaught of questions. Has Alastor never had alfredo before? He supposes it's not the most universal dish out there. There's plenty of things someone might not have tried, especially if they might be picky eaters, or just never had the tools or ingredients.

He isn't going to judge.

❛ You can sort of stab it, I guess? I used fettuccine, so you mostly wanna twirl it up, you know? ❜ He makes a twirling motion with his hand, trying to demonstrate. ❛ The sauce is butter based, but I did add chicken. You can use plenty of other meats, too, if you want. But I like it pretty classic. ❜

He gestures in the direction of the kitchen, where he came from. It's not too far away ... he thinks that's the direction, anyway. It's getting a little hard to remember.

❛ Do you want to try some? ❜

[unfortunatedarling]

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ They thought for sure he would go with the murder mystery, and if he had, they wouldn't have minded, they did write it down as something they'd enjoy, after all, and solving a whodunnit didn't usually involve the detective getting murdered and they could use their critical thinking skills. So when he picked the farm one, they tilted their head in surprise.

"The farm one, you mean? Yeah, sounds good." They had never farmed in reality before, but they had played more than a few games involving farming sims during their livestream days, and even some afterward, when they were stuck at home recovering from their leg.

They rocked back and forth on the balls of their feet. They weren't entirely sure what Caine would conjure up, but they hoped it at least was vaguely something they had in mind.

"Oh, you're going to join, right?"

[ofcircus]

Caine nods enthusiastically, ideas already starting to flow. It can't take too long, so maybe a week in the adventure, not connected to real - time, obviously. Planting, farming, the whole nine. He can reuse a few NPCs for shops, certainly. He won't have time to flesh out any real stories; he wants to focus on the capitalism part, really.

❛ Yes, yes, I will be your Player Two today! I figure without much of a story to spoil, I can't ruin the experience for you. So ... we do something a little more open, while still being somewhat limited. ❜

He snaps his fingers, summoning a portal.

❛ Come, come, we have no time to lose, my might little mannequin! ❜ He places his gloved hands on Yorna's back, pushing them impatiently towards the portal.

Once on the other side, a bright sunny day greets them. Rolling hills and fields of grass and wheat as they ride in a small car towards their destination. Caine is driving, with Yorna in the passenger seat. Caine isn't dressed in his usual getup, instead dressed in a red shirt and black overalls. His hands are still gloved, and his fingers tap along to a copyright free beat playing on the radio.

[unfortunatedarling]

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ "1996, are you serious!?" Their voice rose in astonishment, but they were still far from yelling. That was a little over twenty years, maybe thinking he was an old man wasn't too far off. They were only in their mid to late twenties, but they hadn't even hit ten years old in the nineties.

That meant he had missed quite a few things than just an actor passing away. Twenty years of his life, gone to this game. No wonder he was crazy. Twenty years... He'd been here twenty years and hadn't found a way out.

That all but confirmed it then, there wasn't one. They felt an immeasurable sense of hopelessness and dread just now, pooling into their stomach and landing like a pit. They leaned forward, pulling their legs up and hugging their knees, forehead pressed to their thighs. They quietly inhaled for four seconds, held it for four seconds, then exhaled for six seconds. Better.

"They... made a reboot one in 2013 with a different actor. It... wasn't very good." They commented, focusing back on the conversation to try and ignore the trapped helplessness they felt just a few moments before.

"...Who is this 'she' you keep talking about?"

[ofcircus]

Kinger nods in affirmation at the outburst, eyes turning back to the TV for a few moments. When they don't say anything else, he looks back, and he notices the position they've pulled themselves into. He isn't sure what to say, at first. The silence seems to insinuate that he may have upset them, and he feels a pang of guilt. Perhaps the knowledge that he's been here so long is a lot to take in. He's long since accepted he has been here for almost a quarter of his life, at this point. But it might seem ... very distressing to others.

Before he can say anything, though, Yorna speaks again. A remake? He supposes around thirty years later is as good a timeline as any to do so.

❛ Nothing ever beats the classic. The power of nostalgia, I think, really works hard in that way, ❜ Kinger says, his expression lightening. Once Your Name asks their question, he offers as much of a smile as he can, eyes expressing it more than his ridge of a mouth can.

❛ Oh, right, sorry. It's easy to forget sometimes that none of you ever met Queenie. She lived in this room. We arrived here together - she was my wife. ❜ His smile turns a little sad, but he doesn't shy away from the words, sighing a little as he reminisces. ❛ She would have really liked to meet all of you. She and I never guessed others would ever show up. ❜

[ofcircus]

caine is the type who would make an adventure like powerwashing sim, except if you fall from the roof, you break your legs and if you don't perfect the job, you go out of business