Lilac

Lila nearly fell out of the van when the door opened. She stumbled out onto the street and started looking around for the Astro Labs building. It was kinda hard to miss. "That's it," she said, as the others piled out behind her. She grabbed Bailey by the arm and turned to the guys. "Ya'll go first. We're right behind you."

Lila nearly fell out of the van when the door opened. She stumbled out onto the street and started looking around for the Astro Labs building. It was kinda hard to miss. "That's it," she said, as the others piled out behind her. She grabbed Bailey by the arm and turned to the guys. "Ya'll go first. We're right behind you."

Lila nearly fell out of the van when the door opened. She stumbled out onto the street and started looking around for the Astro Labs building. It was kinda hard to miss. "That's it," she said, as the others piled out behind her. She grabbed Bailey by the arm and turned to the guys. "Ya'll go first. We're right behind you."

VM, your posts have me confused. I think you are operating off of a completely different back-story of the circus than I am? Unless I have it wrong. Barnum, any help here?

VM, your posts have me confused. I think you are operating off of a completely different back-story of the circus than I am? Unless I have it wrong. Barnum, any help here?

VM, your posts have me confused. I think you are operating off of a completely different back-story of the circus than I am? Unless I have it wrong. Barnum, any help here?

I think I'm about ready to skip to our patrol seen. Is that okay with you?

I think I'm about ready to skip to our patrol seen. Is that okay with you?

I think I'm about ready to skip to our patrol seen. Is that okay with you?

"Maybe we could keep a log of our adventure? You know, when we go on patrol. I'll be fun. You can write my part and I'll write yours."

"Maybe we could keep a log of our adventure? You know, when we go on patrol. I'll be fun. You can write my part and I'll write yours."

"Maybe we could keep a log of our adventure? You know, when we go on patrol. I'll be fun. You can write my part and I'll write yours."

"Good times" are getting better and better. :love: :kiss:

"Good times" are getting better and better. :love: :kiss:

"Good times" are getting better and better. :love: :kiss:

"Why not?" she asked. "I'm sure you'd be good at it." It wasn't an idle compliment. Agnes was sincere in her admiration of the Emissary. "I'd read what you wrote for sure!"

"Why not?" she asked. "I'm sure you'd be good at it." It wasn't an idle compliment. Agnes was sincere in her admiration of the Emissary. "I'd read what you wrote for sure!"

"Why not?" she asked. "I'm sure you'd be good at it." It wasn't an idle compliment. Agnes was sincere in her admiration of the Emissary. "I'd read what you wrote for sure!"

I posted but I kept the details sketchy. Read my post, B, and let me know if you approve of everything so far. If yes, then we can 1) wait for Gaea to drop, 2) wait for Entropy and Deadboy to show up, or 3) find a way to start the freaks interacting now. I also assumed that Droplet's tank keeps her in such solitude that she hasn't met the other freaks yet, and the "new arrival" is VM's boy. I can change any of that if I need to.

I posted but I kept the details sketchy. Read my post, B, and let me know if you approve of everything so far. If yes, then we can 1) wait for Gaea to drop, 2) wait for Entropy and Deadboy to show up, or 3) find a way to start the freaks interacting now. I also assumed that Droplet's tank keeps her in such solitude that she hasn't met the other freaks yet, and the "new arrival" is VM's boy. I can change any of that if I need to.

I posted but I kept the details sketchy. Read my post, B, and let me know if you approve of everything so far. If yes, then we can 1) wait for Gaea to drop, 2) wait for Entropy and Deadboy to show up, or 3) find a way to start the freaks interacting now. I also assumed that Droplet's tank keeps her in such solitude that she hasn't met the other freaks yet, and the "new arrival" is VM's boy. I can change any of that if I need to.

Droplet was bored. Extremely bored. She sighed in frustration, letting out a thick stream of bubbles in the dark water. Slowly she floated down to the bottom of her tank and stretched out on the rocks. Her long black hair fanned out above her head like a garden of seaweed. Traveling was the part of the circus routine that Droplet the Mermaid Girl hated the most. She liked the variety well enough, but a move always meant a week or more of downtime for her. And downtime meant hours and hours alone in the dark. The "Marvelous Menagerie" was always the last to be moved after a show, and it was the first to be set up at a new location. In the last seven days, Droplet had spent most of her time under a dark circus tent, in a small tank in the back of a truck, and now she was back under a dark circus tent, waiting for the show to open. But that was still a week away. Droplet sighed again. This time she puckered her lips, shaping the bubbles into a narrow stream of tiny foam. She grabbed a fist full of rocks and tossed them up toward the top of the tank. The rocks didn't go very far before they slowly floated back down. She tried to keep a rock aloft in the water by blowing bubbles at it, but she failed. The attempts didn't keep her amused for very long. "Boooooooring!" she exclaimed, but with no air left in her lungs all she could do was silently mouth the words. Droplet was afraid that she was doomed to another solid week of solitude until she caught sight of some circus hands working on the other side of the curtain that surrounded her tank. Perhaps they were setting up a new exhibit. Perhaps she was going to have a neighbor in her little corner of the Menagerie. The prospect was exciting, but she wasn't getting her hopes up. For now she'd just have to hang out in the dark and try not to go crazy.

Droplet was bored. Extremely bored. She sighed in frustration, letting out a thick stream of bubbles in the dark water. Slowly she floated down to the bottom of her tank and stretched out on the rocks. Her long black hair fanned out above her head like a garden of seaweed. Traveling was the part of the circus routine that Droplet the Mermaid Girl hated the most. She liked the variety well enough, but a move always meant a week or more of downtime for her. And downtime meant hours and hours alone in the dark. The "Marvelous Menagerie" was always the last to be moved after a show, and it was the first to be set up at a new location. In the last seven days, Droplet had spent most of her time under a dark circus tent, in a small tank in the back of a truck, and now she was back under a dark circus tent, waiting for the show to open. But that was still a week away. Droplet sighed again. This time she puckered her lips, shaping the bubbles into a narrow stream of tiny foam. She grabbed a fist full of rocks and tossed them up toward the top of the tank. The rocks didn't go very far before they slowly floated back down. She tried to keep a rock aloft in the water by blowing bubbles at it, but she failed. The attempts didn't keep her amused for very long. "Boooooooring!" she exclaimed, but with no air left in her lungs all she could do was silently mouth the words. Droplet was afraid that she was doomed to another solid week of solitude until she caught sight of some circus hands working on the other side of the curtain that surrounded her tank. Perhaps they were setting up a new exhibit. Perhaps she was going to have a neighbor in her little corner of the Menagerie. The prospect was exciting, but she wasn't getting her hopes up. For now she'd just have to hang out in the dark and try not to go crazy.

Droplet was bored. Extremely bored. She sighed in frustration, letting out a thick stream of bubbles in the dark water. Slowly she floated down to the bottom of her tank and stretched out on the rocks. Her long black hair fanned out above her head like a garden of seaweed. Traveling was the part of the circus routine that Droplet the Mermaid Girl hated the most. She liked the variety well enough, but a move always meant a week or more of downtime for her. And downtime meant hours and hours alone in the dark. The "Marvelous Menagerie" was always the last to be moved after a show, and it was the first to be set up at a new location. In the last seven days, Droplet had spent most of her time under a dark circus tent, in a small tank in the back of a truck, and now she was back under a dark circus tent, waiting for the show to open. But that was still a week away. Droplet sighed again. This time she puckered her lips, shaping the bubbles into a narrow stream of tiny foam. She grabbed a fist full of rocks and tossed them up toward the top of the tank. The rocks didn't go very far before they slowly floated back down. She tried to keep a rock aloft in the water by blowing bubbles at it, but she failed. The attempts didn't keep her amused for very long. "Boooooooring!" she exclaimed, but with no air left in her lungs all she could do was silently mouth the words. Droplet was afraid that she was doomed to another solid week of solitude until she caught sight of some circus hands working on the other side of the curtain that surrounded her tank. Perhaps they were setting up a new exhibit. Perhaps she was going to have a neighbor in her little corner of the Menagerie. The prospect was exciting, but she wasn't getting her hopes up. For now she'd just have to hang out in the dark and try not to go crazy.

How long has everyone been with the circus? I'm trying to work up an intro post, but I kinda need to know if we know each other and for how long. If I don't hear from at least one of the freaks in the next little bit, I'll just wing it. :D