@jestingforanexit - SOUPS UP
You're just kind of wandering. Waking up in Spirale again doesn't feel interesting, it feels pointless. This is, what, the fourth time? Back and forth between the city and the Circus, all for a reason you don't get to know. Just because Caine thinks it's fun, maybe.
Your feet, and perhaps your nose, have brought you to a plaza in the center of one of the wards. The NPCs of the city mingle around a giant pot at the middle, ladling out its contents into bowls and handing them off to one another in a show of goodwill and holiday cheer. Before long, one of the bowls is pressed into your hands. You stare down at your reflection, which looks more blank than usual.
Then you realize there's someone standing next to you. It's Pomni, one of the only people you know is actually real in this world. Small comfort that if you're stuck here, at least it's with someone you know.
"Hi Pomni," you say.
Then you don't know what else to say. What else can you say? Talking about what happened in the Circus would be beating a dead horse, and talking about anything else feels pointless.
"This... really sucks," you sigh.
You lift the bowl to your lips, taking a drink of the soup. It's warm, and tastes good, but even that feels hollow.
"At least the soup is good," you say. "I think it's french onion. Can't remember the last time I had that..."
