The Waypoint

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 They visibly flinch, as though he screamed at them. "Of course not! I just wanted to see if they interested you!" They place more items on the table. A box of toxic moth cocoons. A glass jar of cigars. A heated terrarium containing a sunlamp, some sticks and leaves, and a small, venomous snake. Several clean, capped needles. An ornate tea set.

 Crux tilts his head, his eyes narrowing before smiling again "I'll take the snake. Always fond of the little guys I must admit." He grins 

 "Take good care of him. He's very young, and he eats a lot, but he's mostly docile. His venom is very, very potent. Too potent to use." He gently pets the teddy bear again, then starts to put away all the other items.

 (baal need you to do something on Feabreak, plz and thanks!)

*Send a PM; let's not interrupt RPs for that.* 

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 They visibly flinch, as though he screamed at them. "Of course not! I just wanted to see if they interested you!" They place more items on the table. A box of toxic moth cocoons. A glass jar of cigars. A heated terrarium containing a sunlamp, some sticks and leaves, and a small, venomous snake. Several clean, capped needles. An ornate tea set.

 Crux tilts his head, his eyes narrowing before smiling again "I'll take the snake. Always fond of the little guys I must admit." He grins 

 "Take good care of him. He's very young, and he eats a lot, but he's mostly docile. His venom is very, very potent. Too potent to use." He gently pets the teddy bear again, then starts to put away all the other items.

 (baal need you to do something on Feabreak, plz and thanks!)

*Send a PM; let's not interrupt RPs for that.* 

 (sorry!)

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*Cut with Chara, and you PMed me that it was protected by an illusory...emptiness, no?*

"I shall...see you again. It will be a...pleasure." He spits out the last word with distaste, stomping off across the brush.

 *it has a fence, but the oposite of that when open*

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*Cut with Chara, and you PMed me that it was protected by an illusory...emptiness, no?*

"I shall...see you again. It will be a...pleasure." He spits out the last word with distaste, stomping off across the brush.

 *it has a fence, but the oposite of that when open*

*Ok, cool.*

*welcome to a California in hotel how may intake your order* 

A brass dragonborn wearing a dark hoodie with blue jeans is sitting outside of the Waypoint, either contemplating existence or examining a worm on the ground. His tail swishes around sadly, and his gaze is full of emptiness. A knife is beside him.

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*welcome to a California in hotel how may intake your order* 

A brass dragonborn wearing a dark hoodie with blue jeans is sitting outside of the Waypoint, either contemplating existence or examining a worm on the ground. His tail swishes around sadly, and his gaze is full of emptiness. A knife is beside him.

 Crux, who was taking a stroll of sort, notices them. Despite Alligator-Folk and Dragonborns being different, it's nice to see someone who is of draconic or cold-blooded heritage here. He walks over, a cigar between his gilded teeth "Howdy there!" 

*I declare the circus now... open in about 2 hours irl*

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*welcome to a California in hotel how may intake your order* 

A brass dragonborn wearing a dark hoodie with blue jeans is sitting outside of the Waypoint, either contemplating existence or examining a worm on the ground. His tail swishes around sadly, and his gaze is full of emptiness. A knife is beside him.

 Crux, who was taking a stroll of sort, notices them. Despite Alligator-Folk and Dragonborns being different, it's nice to see someone who is of draconic or cold-blooded heritage here. He walks over, a cigar between his gilded teeth "Howdy there!" 

 He gives you a light-hearted “hey..”

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*welcome to a California in hotel how may intake your order* 

A brass dragonborn wearing a dark hoodie with blue jeans is sitting outside of the Waypoint, either contemplating existence or examining a worm on the ground. His tail swishes around sadly, and his gaze is full of emptiness. A knife is beside him.

 Crux, who was taking a stroll of sort, notices them. Despite Alligator-Folk and Dragonborns being different, it's nice to see someone who is of draconic or cold-blooded heritage here. He walks over, a cigar between his gilded teeth "Howdy there!" 

 He gives you a light-hearted “hey..”

 "You alright?" He asked, walking over, his black-green scales glinting in the light like sea glass.

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*welcome to a California in hotel how may intake your order* 

A brass dragonborn wearing a dark hoodie with blue jeans is sitting outside of the Waypoint, either contemplating existence or examining a worm on the ground. His tail swishes around sadly, and his gaze is full of emptiness. A knife is beside him.

 Crux, who was taking a stroll of sort, notices them. Despite Alligator-Folk and Dragonborns being different, it's nice to see someone who is of draconic or cold-blooded heritage here. He walks over, a cigar between his gilded teeth "Howdy there!" 

 He gives you a light-hearted “hey..”

 "You alright?" He asked, walking over, his black-green scales glinting in the light like sea glass.

 “Eh, could be better, could be worse…actually scratch that it’s pretty bad right now.”

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*welcome to a California in hotel how may intake your order* 

A brass dragonborn wearing a dark hoodie with blue jeans is sitting outside of the Waypoint, either contemplating existence or examining a worm on the ground. His tail swishes around sadly, and his gaze is full of emptiness. A knife is beside him.

 Crux, who was taking a stroll of sort, notices them. Despite Alligator-Folk and Dragonborns being different, it's nice to see someone who is of draconic or cold-blooded heritage here. He walks over, a cigar between his gilded teeth "Howdy there!" 

 He gives you a light-hearted “hey..”

 "You alright?" He asked, walking over, his black-green scales glinting in the light like sea glass.

 “Eh, could be better, could be worse…actually scratch that it’s pretty bad right now.”

 "What can I do to help?" He asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

*I declair the circus... OPEN*

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A man, seeming to be in his twenties, walks toward the Californian Hotel. His hair only goes down to his shoulders and is a scarlet red. His left arm is not flesh, but instead metal. He is wearing a large and black baggy coat with one big rose pink stripe. The left sleeve is rolled up and he seems to pressing buttons on it, frustratingly. Before he finally just mashes his fist into to with anger, as he bumps into one of the tents. He looks up at the tent, confused.

*technecaly he would hit the fence first, but i can work with it*

as he does so, a person(?) in a white and pink striped costume, with a curcular mask, with painted on crescent eyes and mouth, and a fools hat, matching the others walking around approaches him, its voice emotionless and hard to identify behind the mask, though the body shape is vaugly female "hello sir, im afraid the circus is not open yet, and will not be until 5. however if you wish to purchase a ticket at the entrance you may." she(?) lightly grabs his arm and pulls him towards the entrance

 *sorry I was late I somehow missed the whole person approaching thing when I first saw it, but I'm gonna say he bought a ticket and waited on a nearby bench messing with his metal arm.*

as soon as the lights turn on in the circus, it seems to fill, and the once dead place becomes more inviting, as the smell of a mix of food flows out from behind the fence, and playful music flows out with it

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*welcome to a California in hotel how may intake your order* 

A brass dragonborn wearing a dark hoodie with blue jeans is sitting outside of the Waypoint, either contemplating existence or examining a worm on the ground. His tail swishes around sadly, and his gaze is full of emptiness. A knife is beside him.

 Crux, who was taking a stroll of sort, notices them. Despite Alligator-Folk and Dragonborns being different, it's nice to see someone who is of draconic or cold-blooded heritage here. He walks over, a cigar between his gilded teeth "Howdy there!" 

 He gives you a light-hearted “hey..”

 "You alright?" He asked, walking over, his black-green scales glinting in the light like sea glass.

 “Eh, could be better, could be worse…actually scratch that it’s pretty bad right now.”

 "What can I do to help?" He asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

 “Ressurect a god?”

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*welcome to a California in hotel how may intake your order* 

A brass dragonborn wearing a dark hoodie with blue jeans is sitting outside of the Waypoint, either contemplating existence or examining a worm on the ground. His tail swishes around sadly, and his gaze is full of emptiness. A knife is beside him.

 Crux, who was taking a stroll of sort, notices them. Despite Alligator-Folk and Dragonborns being different, it's nice to see someone who is of draconic or cold-blooded heritage here. He walks over, a cigar between his gilded teeth "Howdy there!" 

 He gives you a light-hearted “hey..”

 "You alright?" He asked, walking over, his black-green scales glinting in the light like sea glass.

 “Eh, could be better, could be worse…actually scratch that it’s pretty bad right now.”

 "What can I do to help?" He asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

 “Ressurect a god?”

 He winces "Tried that once, ain't a good sight that's for sure. Sometimes dead things oughta stay dead."

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*welcome to a California in hotel how may intake your order* 

A brass dragonborn wearing a dark hoodie with blue jeans is sitting outside of the Waypoint, either contemplating existence or examining a worm on the ground. His tail swishes around sadly, and his gaze is full of emptiness. A knife is beside him.

 Crux, who was taking a stroll of sort, notices them. Despite Alligator-Folk and Dragonborns being different, it's nice to see someone who is of draconic or cold-blooded heritage here. He walks over, a cigar between his gilded teeth "Howdy there!" 

 He gives you a light-hearted “hey..”

 "You alright?" He asked, walking over, his black-green scales glinting in the light like sea glass.

 “Eh, could be better, could be worse…actually scratch that it’s pretty bad right now.”

 "What can I do to help?" He asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

 “Ressurect a god?”

 He winces "Tried that once, ain't a good sight that's for sure. Sometimes dead things oughta stay dead."

 “No! You must if you can, you don’t understand! She was my patron, my teacher, my…my lover.”

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as soon as the lights turn on in the circus, it seems to fill, and the once dead place becomes more inviting, as the smell of a mix of food flows out from behind the fence, and playful music flows out with it

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as soon as the lights turn on in the circus, it seems to fill, and the once dead place becomes more inviting, as the smell of a mix of food flows out from behind the fence, and playful music flows out with it

The man from earlier, now dressed in a black dapper suit and pants----almost exactly the opposite of what anyone would have expected----approaches the tents, a scowl marking his face. Pulling his leather hat over his face, he strolls by the ticket-taker without a word, dropping his cigarette butt into the dirt before grinding it under his foot. 

Entering the main tent, he finds the closest seat to the exit. Warily eyeing the performers warming up, he pretends to be disinterested with the whole spectacle for several minutes before walking over to wherever food is being sold. "What do you charge for popcorn here?" 

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as soon as the lights turn on in the circus, it seems to fill, and the once dead place becomes more inviting, as the smell of a mix of food flows out from behind the fence, and playful music flows out with it

The man from earlier, now dressed in a black dapper suit and pants----almost exactly the opposite of what anyone would have expected----approaches the tents, a scowl marking his face. Pulling his leather hat over his face, he strolls by the ticket-taker without a word, dropping his cigarette butt into the dirt before grinding it under his foot. 

Entering the main tent, he finds the closest seat to the exit. Warily eyeing the performers warming up, he pretends to be disinterested with the whole spectacle for several minutes before walking over to wherever food is being sold. "What do you charge for popcorn here?" 

 (roll perception :) )