After becoming a vampire, Joker's schedule has had to become a bit different. For all that he might be a night owl, he knows his performers generally aren't, and he can't leave them hanging. So he makes sure to hurry every morning before the sun has a chance to rise and burn half his asshole off, getting to the big tent where he's at least safe. From there, he organizes everyone up, checks on performances and practices when viable.... and then finds somewhere to fall unconscious that's out of the way after finally listening to a body that's yelling at him that he should be unconscious instead of running around like a tit.

Childermass is there to babysit Strange, so it's fine.

With periodic wake ups throughout the day to just double check that no one is on fire or dead and to get a quick lunch (dinner? his days are so buggered), he sticks in the tent for most of the day. On the bright side, when he's not asleep, he has plenty to do and practice... But still, it's a relief when it finally gets dark enough for him to leave the big tent with a stretch and take to the night air. Just a quick stop back at his trailer, to clean up, change out of his clothes, make sure Doll is settling in fine and check on Snake-

If he could screech to a halt in midair, he bloody well would at the sight of Psi essentially staking out his god damn trailer.

Fuck.