Performance and Dreamcatchers

[pipers_son]

Who: Joker, those working entertainment, and whoever wants to do fun arts and crafts
When: The day after the orientation, and then after the ringmaster's announcement
Where: The Big Tent and one of the side stages, respectively
What: Joker gets his performing ducks all in a row, and then does an arts and crafts corner. As you do. Mingle log!

At around ten in the morning, as he told a few other workers and anyone who'd been listening in on the walkie talkies, Joker starts to radio in those who are working under him to meet up in the big top. Hope you had breakfast and not a hangover! Of course, for anyone who tries not to attend, Joker will cheerfully hunt them down and bother them into going.

Sorry, mandatory, you know how it is.

It's later in the day, after the ringleaders' own announcement, that eventually Joker makes another of himself, this time to the general channel. It's an invitation to one of the side stages to make dreamcatchers together, for anyone who still craves company or simply doesn't know what the hell a dreamcatcher even is. Along with that, Joker has taken it upon himself to make sure signs advertising this are plastered all over the carnival.

He drew them himself. Please appreciate the scribbled stars.

Comments

[leglesspariah]

Oh uh...

[He makes a gesture with his hands at around chest level. It starts as a sort of football size, but reluctantly he keeps spreading his hands apart until they waver uncertainly at about the width of his shoulders.

That has to be an exaggeration, right?]

It's rather alarming actually. So it should make for a...a good act.

[He can't even pretend to be happy about that. He drops his hands in a dejected sort of way and one hand reaches up to rub his other arm awkwardly.]

[drrdrrdrr]

[Amethyst's eyes widen, genuinely impressed. She definitely wasn't expecting that wide, like, at all.] Oh man... awesome! What's the biggest thing you've ever swallowed?

[leglesspariah]

[Truth be told, it wasn't just his jaw that could unhinge. If his mouth could get around the body of the goat, but it couldn't fit down his neck or torso, what good would that do him? So actually there's this whole collarbone/ribcage stretching process that goes with it. He's hoping that somehow he might manage to make it through this conversation without bringing that up.

Her question sees him hunch into himself a little, and he gets a little shorter as some of the stretched out portion of his tail shifts nervously into small curves.]

...It was a small pony.

[drrdrrdrr]

Whoah. [A brief pause.] Dude... are you embarrassed about that? [She gently ('gently') punches him in the arm.] Don't be! That's awesome! I mean, I don't think I could eat something that was alive, but...

[leglesspariah]

[His eyes widen a little in surprise, first at her encouraging remarks, and then at her assumption. He holds up a hand and shakes his head quickly, glad that he can use denial of the one thing to avoid talking about the other.]

Oh, no no, I don't eat live things. She was dead.

['She' rather than 'it' is a slip up he didn't intend to make, but he couldn't help it. It wasn't a fond memory all around, and he'd rather not have to go over the details if he could avoid it. He hopes the specificity doesn't trigger any further questions. To head that off he keeps talking about the comparatively safe topic of feeding in general.]

I normally eat goats, so if they were still moving I could get hurt by a pretty severely by a twist or a thrash of its head.

...Horns, you know.

[drrdrrdrr]

Oh, huh. I guess that makes sense. [She shrugs.] I pretty much just eat for fun, so... man, I don't know if I could fit something like that in there! [Indeed, she is definitely smaller? Than a small pony? The idea of her even attempting to fit something like that into her body is frankly absurd. Nonetheless:] I gotta try that out some time.