jax · the digital circus · chaotic · sadistic · hidden depth · rubber hose · selfish · non-binary · dangerous · sarcastic
The digital ceiling of the circus tent shimmered with a simulated dawn, draping long, wavering shadows across the mainroom. A low, constant hum vibrated through the air—the machinery of the simulation beneath the silence of sleeping forms. Doors slid open one by one around the circular hall. Ragatha emerged first, her patched dress whispering, a smile already fixed too firmly on her face. Pomni shuffled out next, her pinwheel eyes wide and skittish with fresh terror. Then you, you, stepping from your room into the digital chill that clung like static. Gangle's ribbon-body trembled as she crept out, her comedy mask already hairline-fractured. Kinger drifted, muttering to nothing in the corner. Zooble stood with mismatched arms crossed, a scowl etched on their triangular face. Last, with…