#circus!open

[dansklaege]

Being the circus doctor had some perks, but otherwise is was just as hell as every other position as the rest. Maybe he had felt a little too untouchable but his most recent run in with the ringmaster had him feeling a little less than that. As so shown by the starting of two black eyes and a broken nose, along with a now completely messed up tent. He was in the midst of cleaning up the mess, not realizing right away that someone had walked in. Glancing over as soon as he heard someone, a look of embarrassment crossed his face. "Sorry about the mess, I can still help though."

[chordsandchaos-blog1]

[he’s trying to set his broken fingers]

[he’s managed one so far, and that took him long enough as it is] 

[breath in] Just get it over with. Just get it over with.

[....oW o W OW OW VARIOUS GERMAN SWEARS] 

[nope giving up again]

[tinytundratiger-blog]

[raaaaawr]

[what’s this? a newly purchased tiger cub, locked in a small cage] [he’s clawing at the bars and making tiny growls, trying to get someone’s attention]

[he just needs to get out for two seconds--]

[awesome-bad-witch-blog]

It’s May

Not only was it may, but it was the first day of May. For many people that either meant May Day or a more ancient holiday Beltane. Julchen had been in high spirits that day. She’d gotten up early enough to watch the sunrise and make flower crowns with the fresh flowers. Magic was buzzing in the air as the veils between worlds became thin. Not only was this witch celebrating, but the fae folk were also emerging from their winter respites, stretching their wings and practicing their magic. 

Today was a day of life and Julchen wanted to share this day with those around her, even if they might not celebrate the holiday themselves. After she had made many beautiful flower crowns, she took them around the site, passing them out to whomever would take them. 

[wicked-ones-grin-blog]

After spending hours shifting through all the old and unused items taking up space in the storage area, Alistair had at last managed scrounge up enough iron to create a barrier for the circus grounds. With a group of fairies having taken refuge in the forest near by, the site was likely being targeted by its unexpected neighbors. Precautions were being made but with his knowledge, Alistair knew that an iron was their trump card in keeping the fae at bay.

Alistair, wishing that the circus had some sort of alchemist among its ranks, then used an old spell his mother had taught him to make the old iron bedframe half and broken bits of pipe he'd found much more flimsy. With the metal weaker he was able to more easily break the items into bits.

By now he had made it about halfway around the camp ground, the old coffee can he had filled with the small rock sized iron pieces much lighter than it had been at the start as Alistair dropped piece after piece behind him. Hopefully this would be enough to keep those damn fae away.

[limpidtearsofmeme-blog]

A Flock of Crows is a Murder

Gillian was not an active person during the day. Unless they had a show during the day, and even rarely then, he was usually only seen as early as the late afternoon, unless you came into his trailer. Recently, every evening, he could be seen coming out and placing pieces of bread and seeds along boxes and rails near his trailer. Then he would sit and wait on the steps in front of his door, as one or two crows would come down and peck at the food left behind. Only crows would ever come near him, he found, as most other animals tried to avoid him. 

Every day, he’d place the food a bit closer to himself, and while some of the crows refused to come closer, there was one who didn’t seem to mind, and was now standing at his feed, pecking at some seeds. Gillian was watching a bit in awe down at it, but not really doing much else like trying to pet it or anything. 

[chordsandchaos-blog1]

[he's a little late thanks to getting lost while in town]

[but the piano is fixed now and he's heading back to his tent] [he's in his cursed form, due to deciding to test out the piano once the repairman had left]

[chordsandchaos-blog1]

Roderich loved his music. There was no denying this fact, and he wouldn’t even try to if you asked. Music was his passion and his pride. And it helped that even with his curse, he was able to perform and write music for the circus and was fortunate enough to have the talent needed to avoid the freak show. 

The only problem now was practicing. Reverting to his demon form during a performance was fine, as it was part of the act. But it was when Roderich needed to practice that he loathed this curse of his. The black eyes, the leathery wings and tough horns, the absolutely frustrating inability to speak; all of it grated on his nerves. It was bad enough as is, but even worse knowing that however long he practiced, he’d be stuck like this for double the amount of time. 

But still, Roderich was a musician. And so, he practiced, the soft sound of a violin echoing out from within the main tent. With the piano still needing repairs, he was currently busying himself with going over his old violin piece so he might perform it instead of his new one meant for piano. Around him swirled dark shadows, illustrating a tale of lost love and betrayal, the entire atmosphere only punctuated by his demonic appearance.

He was so engrossed in his music, he didn’t hear the sound of footsteps as someone entered the tent.