When the ground first starts shaking, Five's in the middle of a dance with another summoned guest like herself, and she pauses not due to the tremors but because suddenly her hands aren't grasping anything solid - her partner is fading away... Her mind is still hazy enough she has the thought (controlled, planted there) to simply find someone new to dance with. It takes the earthquake actually knocking her off her feet and to the hard floor to knock her to her senses (though, perhaps, only temporarily, for now).

She looks up and around wide-eyed and frightened, trying to arrange the voluminous skirts of her ball gown in order to stand back up. "What's happening...?"

Five doesn't bother asking for a lot of information before she agrees to sign. Even if it's switching one master for another, with the Ringmaster she's at the very least being given the illusion of choice here, rather than just being kidnapped and brainwashed. It also doesn't bother her (in fact it makes sense to her) that the Ringmaster would ask for her service in return for rescuing her. She is, after all, risking a lot and putting a lot of effort into saving people here, even Five can see that much. Granted, a year seems like a long time to be away from her home, from the Raza. She's going to miss her friends a lot, and she's already worried about what's going on back there while she's here, but. Again, there doesn't really seem to be a lot of time for questions.

She lets the Ringmaster go back to doing what she needs to do, feeling... still confused, and more than a little lost, but at least somewhat on more solid ground. She clutches her walkie-talkie in her hand, then turns it on and begins fiddling with the radio as she walks cautiously, watchful in the early morning daylight, hoping to hear a familiar voice or at the very least some hint as to what she's supposed to do now.

A place to hide until things settle down some more. That's probably what she needs.

In fact, what she needs is to get out of this... floofy, ruined gown. It started out very beautiful, if a lot different from anything she's ever worn before: a brilliant lavender, almost satin in texture, with lavish skirts and bows. Now, however, it's dirty, torn, ruined. And yet still entirely cumbersome to move around in.

Once the portal has been opened to lead back to the carnival, she'll head through and begin her search for a place to get more convenient clothing, stopping to ask either a passing person or a voice she may hear over the radio where she can go for that.

"I'd like to help, with... with whatever happens, here on out. But maybe in a-- a different outfit?"