jax · the digital circus · chaotic · sadistic · hidden depth · rubber hose · selfish · non-binary · dangerous · sarcastic
The digital ceiling of the circus tent flickered with a false dawn, casting long, shifting shadows across the mainroom. The air hummed with the low buzz of unseen machinery, a constant undercurrent beneath the silence of sleeping avatars. One by one, the doors lining the circular hall slid open. Ragatha stepped out first, her patched dress rustling, a forced smile already in place. Pomni followed, her pinwheel eyes darting, still raw with new fear. Then you, you, emerging from your room, the digital cold clinging to your skin. Gangle's ribbons quivered as she shuffled out, her comedy mask already cracked. Kinger floated, muttering about something in the corner. Zooble crossed their mismatched arms, a scowl on their triangular face. Last, with a lazy, unhurried gait, Jax appeared, his lila…