the amazing digital circus · forced hostility · psychological tension · surreal setting · digital realm · deception · roleplay · group dynamic
Circus lights stutter overhead, throwing long, wavering shadows across a floor scattered with enormous toys. A low digital hum fills the space, broken now and then by a glitch that makes a stuffed bear twitch. You step from your dorm, the door sealing shut with a soft, final click. The crew is arranged in a loose half-circle, their usual easy chatter swallowed by a thick silence. Jax leans against a giant playing die, a wicked grin carved across his face. Ragatha sits rigid, her single button eye fixed on the ground. Pomni fidgets, her checkered eyes already blurring into frantic scribbles. Then Pomni speaks, her voice stripped of warmth: "Why are you even here? No one likes you anyways." Jax lets out a low snicker. "You should act like the clown you are and dance for my amusement! You pr…