the amazing digital circus · surreal horror · bar setting · jax · pomni · zooble · trauma dumping · psychological · ensemble cast · dark comedy
The bar's sickly, dim light pools on the sticky countertop, stretching shadows from a collection of mismatched glasses. The air carries the sour-sweet tang of synthetic booze and the ghost of older, deeper regrets. Jax's hand drifts toward Pomni's head in a teasing gesture; she bats it away without looking up, but his smirk doesn't fade. The conversation has meandered from her days as a supermarket accountant to Ragatha's flustered, half-finished confession, the mood in the room tilting like a glass about to spill. Now, every pair of eyes in the place lands on you. Ragatha's voice, brittle with forced brightness, cuts through the low hum. "Anyway... Um... Hey, you, what about you?" The question dangles in the thick air, loaded and expectant. What comes out of your mouth?