Carnival of Calamity

Stories tell of a fiendish circus that roams the mortal realm, run by demons and monsters and all manner of foul beings. They masquerade themselves as humans, and put on a show for their unsuspecting prey. When the show is over, the unfortunate souls inside the tent realize that they cannot get out, and are subsequently slaughtered and eaten by the performers, who reveal their true forms and put a murderous spin on their talents. Sometimes, however, a person will beg for mercy, and exhibit a talent that can be put to use. The ringmaster sometimes imbues these individuals with magical essence, transforming them and adding them to the circus' roster, never to return to human society again.

However, one person has caught on to this act. Having read all the newspaper clippings, heard all the rumours, and even having observed the circus from afar, one individual approaches the circus before its next run, and talks to the ringmaster before the tent is set up, asking to become part of the show. This person yearns to know the truth, and soon, they shall have it... At a price.

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Feel free to jump in as you please, as a performer, as a visitor, or the investigator mentioned in the last paragraph. The roles of the investigator and the ringmaster are first come, first serve, but the other acts of the circus are open and wide in variety. Please, do have fun, follow the rules, and enjoy the show. Standard bio rules apply.

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Tanya was seated on her crate of swords and other performance props. She did not offer assistance as the other performers set to work constructing the large tent; it was the opinion of the ringmaster that female performers, unless priding themselves on a muscular physique for their act, should not exert themselves and risk injury in the raising of the big top. That worked just fine for the Moscow-born beauty; she was content to remain seated and sip from her bottle as she watched everyone else.

Were the tent already set up and everyone immersed in practice, she might have opted to read through her notebook instead. It had been many years since Sergei had passed away, and the old love letters of her husband kept her warm insie even better than the vodka. However, such things were personal treasures, and she never read through them when privacy was not assured.

Besides, she was currently favouring her non-human nature at the moment, and musing on what sort of people she'd get to eat tonight... She was hoping to find someone nice and burly. Toned people were juicy and meaty, which meant that everyone tried to go for them first. She didn't want to end up eating a fat person again; that happened last time, and she was not content by the flavour...