spade-the-clown

[spade-the-clown]

Ah, Performers?

So interesting!

Performing takes much skill, I applaud your expertise!

-Gray

@gray-and-friends

Oh Hello~!

On behalf of my siblings as well as myself, thank you! However, I must suggest coming to see us in action!

It will be a performance that you will not soon forget!

Here's a ticket, just for you.

[spade-the-clown]

[The last of the promotional posters finally begins to populate, and unlike the one prior, is mainly within the busiest parts of the city.]

[spade-the-clown]

Ah, good. You would find that my name, so to say, is not as binding as one typically is.

He looks at Val's hand for just a moment before reciprocating. His own hand is uncharacteristically warm. Skin, not plastic. And he is quick to resecure his own glove as the handshake ends. Yes, and I can assure we shall keep our end. I find it distasteful to break agreements. Especially those given by such favorable company. Spade nods at the gesture and starts to walk, doing it's best to pay attention to both the installments and conversation.

Hm. That is quite the question! Baron would know more, as I haven't been with the Bazaar for it's entire existence, but I have been with it for.. five decades, now? Perhaps six. And that does include the time in which the Bazaar was dormant. May I ask how long you have been making agreements? If that is the correct way to word it.

[Recent rain has left a small puddle on one of the tables meat to be used in the performance. In the middle of that puddle there lies a waterproof ziploc bag with two items neatly packed inside. The first one is an ace of spades. The second happens to be a card from Tate Museum gift shop with some painting of a cage dressed up like an adult male with two white doves inside on one side and some text on the other.

The text reads:]

"Hello, darling!

Our name is Valerie. We haven't met before, however, we've heard a little of you and your artistic talents. Considering ourselves an admiring and caring patron of all sorts of arts, we would like to offer you our assistance in things not related to performing directly — for example, in catering. If you're in no need of some services, we would still love to meet you sometime. After all... было бы славно поболтать на родном языке [it would be nice to have a chat in our native language].

Best of wishes,

Mx. Alenko"

@val-of-the-dark

Spade has been busy for the last few weeks, running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, trying to ensure that everything is just right for when the show days come. So when he spotted the bag he was quick to snatch it up. Thinking maybe a performer had left it sitting out, or a merchant got mixed up with what goes where.

Though, upon seeing the card inside he couldn't help but investigate, even with other responsibilities. It was just too tempting.

Catering... huh- well.. could not hurt to inquire.

After appointing one of his siblings to watch over the Bazaar, and ensuring he had a few spare tickets to hand out, Spade makes his way to the Tate Museum, hoping that it was the right place to go.

[spade-the-clown]

You are funny! And you do it while still making sense! I quite like you.

Hello there~!

I do not know if you enjoy Cirque, but I humbly invite you to come to our show~! Held at The Baron Skinner's Bazaar, and the best show that you've never seen~! It is not actively on, but it will be soon!

This ticket allows you, and only you, entry - but if you wish to bring someone with you I am happy to supply another~!

- Your favorite clown, ♠️

A circus! I don't think I've ever attended a circus before. What a rare opportunity! I can't wait! Maybe I can write an article on it...

[spade-the-clown]

[The posters now start diversifying where they appear, getting farther out from the city. An attempt to gather as large of an audience as they can.]

[spade-the-clown]

Oh, pfhe- that is quite the phrase, no? I quite like it. Mind if I start using it?

Hello there~!

I do not know if you enjoy Cirque, but I humbly invite you to come to our show~! Held at The Baron Skinner's Bazaar, and the best show that you've never seen~! It is not actively on, but it will be soon!

This ticket allows you, and only you, entry - but if you wish to bring someone with you I am happy to supply another~!

- Your favorite clown, ♠️

A circus! I don't think I've ever attended a circus before. What a rare opportunity! I can't wait! Maybe I can write an article on it...

[spade-the-clown]

I can promise that it is going to be very well worth it.

As the environment changes to reflect the mood, he as well, seems to relax.

Oh yes, that sounds perfect! We've still got a few tickets to get out before the show-date, and so once I have wrapped that aspect up I can bring a list of who with the what that will be travelling. Hmm... that ought to be alright, though I will discuss with our merchants to ensure that the items being shipped will not be affected by the water.

Oh, that is perfect~! While this may change once we gather a proper reputation, for this show the audience's mortality rate is not going to be high. There will be plenty of lasting effects to thrive off of.

[Recent rain has left a small puddle on one of the tables meat to be used in the performance. In the middle of that puddle there lies a waterproof ziploc bag with two items neatly packed inside. The first one is an ace of spades. The second happens to be a card from Tate Museum gift shop with some painting of a cage dressed up like an adult male with two white doves inside on one side and some text on the other.

The text reads:]

"Hello, darling!

Our name is Valerie. We haven't met before, however, we've heard a little of you and your artistic talents. Considering ourselves an admiring and caring patron of all sorts of arts, we would like to offer you our assistance in things not related to performing directly — for example, in catering. If you're in no need of some services, we would still love to meet you sometime. After all... было бы славно поболтать на родном языке [it would be nice to have a chat in our native language].

Best of wishes,

Mx. Alenko"

@val-of-the-dark

Spade has been busy for the last few weeks, running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, trying to ensure that everything is just right for when the show days come. So when he spotted the bag he was quick to snatch it up. Thinking maybe a performer had left it sitting out, or a merchant got mixed up with what goes where.

Though, upon seeing the card inside he couldn't help but investigate, even with other responsibilities. It was just too tempting.

Catering... huh- well.. could not hurt to inquire.

After appointing one of his siblings to watch over the Bazaar, and ensuring he had a few spare tickets to hand out, Spade makes his way to the Tate Museum, hoping that it was the right place to go.

[spade-the-clown]

Oh, yes! An article sounds fantastic! What a way to get our Bazaar's name back into rotation. I quite believe it will be unlike anything you've seen.

Hello there~!

I do not know if you enjoy Cirque, but I humbly invite you to come to our show~! Held at The Baron Skinner's Bazaar, and the best show that you've never seen~! It is not actively on, but it will be soon!

This ticket allows you, and only you, entry - but if you wish to bring someone with you I am happy to supply another~!

- Your favorite clown, ♠️

A circus! I don't think I've ever attended a circus before. What a rare opportunity! I can't wait! Maybe I can write an article on it...

[spade-the-clown]

Ha, yes. Our... initial counterparts had such boring things to be called by- so we made a change. I quite enjoy it.

Hmm. Well, while both can be fun in their own rights, I think I quite prefer Go. Best for strategizing. In days like these, it's a good thing to exercise!

Ah, why thank you~! It has taken quite some decades to perfect.

Hello Hello Hello~!

I have heard some stories of performances involving you before and they seem to be quite eye-catching! Hahaha... please, don't mind my pun, I couldn't help but to make it. You understand, yes? Oh who do I kid? Of course you do!

Ah- I am losing my head! Please do not mind that.

You enjoy performance, yes? Well, you are in luck~! We at Baron Skinner's Bazzar have one coming soon! And we would be quite pleased with your attendance!

Oh, and before I forget, we will need to come up with a name for you, as your own may just lead to some unfavorable behavior from some of our performers.

Please, if you have any preferences, let them be known so that I may pick a good name to call you!

- Your favorite clown! ♠️

[ Hm! How Intriguing . I am ever so glad you’ve been captivated by my preformance! Make sure to keep an eye out for any new ones~]

[A name… hm. I am not fond of those. Is it truely mandatory? …hm~ May I bring Apathy with me?]

[spade-the-clown]

She makes a quiet hum and tilts her head.

Anyways?

She takes a moment, then smiles with a soft nod.

Right, library-

There's a bit of a fuss in the institute, people chattering about seeing someone new around, yet not being able to describe what the supposed person looked like. Other employees are going to different departments to ask if anyone else has seen the stranger. The door to Artifacts Storage opens, followed by quiet mumbling, then the door being closed behind. A slightly eccentric looking woman now stands in the main storage space, and as she sees why she felt the pull to this room she grumbles to herself.

I just need to find the damned exit- I hate this damned building.

- ♥️

[Eryn is stood infront of a large, gray shelf. At the sound of footsteps, she looks over her shoulder.]

..theres more of you?

[She squints, at the comically out-of-place individual.]

[spade-the-clown]

Hm?

She just stares at her for a moment- then at the clarification giggles a bit and nods.

That they are! I commend whoever the artist is. I have not seen painting that good in quite some time.

She.. doesn't really care about the paintings, just keeping face really.

There's a bit of a fuss in the institute, people chattering about seeing someone new around, yet not being able to describe what the supposed person looked like. Other employees are going to different departments to ask if anyone else has seen the stranger. The door to Artifacts Storage opens, followed by quiet mumbling, then the door being closed behind. A slightly eccentric looking woman now stands in the main storage space, and as she sees why she felt the pull to this room she grumbles to herself.

I just need to find the damned exit- I hate this damned building.

- ♥️

[Eryn is stood infront of a large, gray shelf. At the sound of footsteps, she looks over her shoulder.]

..theres more of you?

[She squints, at the comically out-of-place individual.]

[spade-the-clown]

She smiles, and gives a short nod.

Well, nothing or something, it looks nice. Even more so if you've done it yourself. I could not imagine trying to dye my hair without help!

She keeps up with her, if not slowing her own steps down so as to not pass them. She also is keeping her eyes on them, rather than paying much attention to where they're going.

Do you like it here? Sorry if that is odd question, I just get weird vibes from the place. Wouldn't want to be here alone, you know?

There's a bit of a fuss in the institute, people chattering about seeing someone new around, yet not being able to describe what the supposed person looked like. Other employees are going to different departments to ask if anyone else has seen the stranger. The door to Artifacts Storage opens, followed by quiet mumbling, then the door being closed behind. A slightly eccentric looking woman now stands in the main storage space, and as she sees why she felt the pull to this room she grumbles to herself.

I just need to find the damned exit- I hate this damned building.

- ♥️

[Eryn is stood infront of a large, gray shelf. At the sound of footsteps, she looks over her shoulder.]

..theres more of you?

[She squints, at the comically out-of-place individual.]

[spade-the-clown]

[Once again, a new poster begins to populate, only one or two at first, then suddenly there's more of these then the other two designs combined. Seemingly a favorite of the Bazaar itself. There are two tickets already missing from the bottom row of this poster.]

[spade-the-clown]

Oh.. do they keep you in the room? That is not very nice of them.

She tsk's and shakes her head, even giving a little pout to show how bad she feels for the, assumed, situation.

No no, it's alright. I am used to being sent to and froe- would be fine, if I knew mapping of this place. Oh, can I ask, how do you get your hair so bright? Is a beautiful colour, compliments your skin.

There's a bit of a fuss in the institute, people chattering about seeing someone new around, yet not being able to describe what the supposed person looked like. Other employees are going to different departments to ask if anyone else has seen the stranger. The door to Artifacts Storage opens, followed by quiet mumbling, then the door being closed behind. A slightly eccentric looking woman now stands in the main storage space, and as she sees why she felt the pull to this room she grumbles to herself.

I just need to find the damned exit- I hate this damned building.

- ♥️

[Eryn is stood infront of a large, gray shelf. At the sound of footsteps, she looks over her shoulder.]

..theres more of you?

[She squints, at the comically out-of-place individual.]

[spade-the-clown]

Oh.. I was hoping you could show me? Again... I would not want to get lost.

She giggles, and gives another slight shrug.

I promise after that I will leave you be, if you wish! Just some company to the library, yes?

There's a bit of a fuss in the institute, people chattering about seeing someone new around, yet not being able to describe what the supposed person looked like. Other employees are going to different departments to ask if anyone else has seen the stranger. The door to Artifacts Storage opens, followed by quiet mumbling, then the door being closed behind. A slightly eccentric looking woman now stands in the main storage space, and as she sees why she felt the pull to this room she grumbles to herself.

I just need to find the damned exit- I hate this damned building.

- ♥️

[Eryn is stood infront of a large, gray shelf. At the sound of footsteps, she looks over her shoulder.]

..theres more of you?

[She squints, at the comically out-of-place individual.]

[spade-the-clown]

She shrugs, then shakes her head.

No, could be much worse, actually. I'm used to lifting body weights, so, this is basically nothing in comparison~!

There's a bit of a fuss in the institute, people chattering about seeing someone new around, yet not being able to describe what the supposed person looked like. Other employees are going to different departments to ask if anyone else has seen the stranger. The door to Artifacts Storage opens, followed by quiet mumbling, then the door being closed behind. A slightly eccentric looking woman now stands in the main storage space, and as she sees why she felt the pull to this room she grumbles to herself.

I just need to find the damned exit- I hate this damned building.

- ♥️

[Eryn is stood infront of a large, gray shelf. At the sound of footsteps, she looks over her shoulder.]

..theres more of you?

[She squints, at the comically out-of-place individual.]

[spade-the-clown]

She tilts her head as they step back, and her smile drops slightly. She steps a bit to the side to give a path to the door.

Did that make you uncomfortable? I am sorry, I didn't mean to do so. Just a bit too used to charming audiences, that it can slip into my regular behavior, ehe-. I will keep it under reins.

She wears the more innocent expression again and gives a small nod.

Please, lead the way.

There's a bit of a fuss in the institute, people chattering about seeing someone new around, yet not being able to describe what the supposed person looked like. Other employees are going to different departments to ask if anyone else has seen the stranger. The door to Artifacts Storage opens, followed by quiet mumbling, then the door being closed behind. A slightly eccentric looking woman now stands in the main storage space, and as she sees why she felt the pull to this room she grumbles to herself.

I just need to find the damned exit- I hate this damned building.

- ♥️

[Eryn is stood infront of a large, gray shelf. At the sound of footsteps, she looks over her shoulder.]

..theres more of you?

[She squints, at the comically out-of-place individual.]