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It is a nice sunny day in the open fields of South Dakota, for around there, there are many different landscapes, and few signs of civilization making its mark. Since the population boom of 2050, humanity has move across the solar system, colonizing every bare part that it people can survive in. Fortunately, the government preserves South Dakota since 2010, to ensure that people can still revere and see the vast landscape of the past, from the clutter electronic world of modern society. It is here, where Petco, a security guard, sits on the helm of an old-fashion trailer, leading several trailers while being bore out of his mind.
Petco stares at the flat road beyond him before looking back at Thansal in the passenger seat. In these days, Petco sports a traditional blue-collar shirt with the words “Circus Security” across his chest, and a pair of black slacks. He also wears a simple black baseball cap with the same words. Thansal, on the other hand, wears a simple black sleeveless shirt as he is flipping the paper map back and forth in search of directions. “Are we there yet? How far until we hit Rockyford?”
Thansal takes a few more moments looking at the map before he looks at Petco. “How am I supposed to know? There’s no sign of where we’re at except this long dusty old road. Just follow it the road and we’ll get there. Stop asking for the fifth time.”
Petco looks back out at the road again. “Just asking.” After a few more moments, he asks Thansal, “When you join the circus, did you expect it to be this way?”
Thansal raises an eyebrow as he neatly folds the map. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that did you expect to be part of history or entertain people? I expected to, for I wanted to be an actor. Instead, I got this lousy job of security. It’s not even security, since the all-mighty Daisoon refuses to issue out guns. We’re only there for show, for he relies too much on his oh-so-high tech security system.” Petco shakes his head. “I’ve looked at it before; it’s not so high tech. There’s still some loopholes, but no, all I get to do is stand and be menacing and hope to God nothing happens.”
Thansal replies, “Well, I only applied because nobody else would accept me.” He grins for a moment. “I’ll admit, I do enjoy parts of it, and I’ll have it no other way. For you, maybe go talk to Daisoon. You’ve been here for a long time, so I bet you can ask for an acting part. If anything, you can ask for a gun. I know he keeps a gun to himself, and you’ve been here long enough for him to trust you.”
Petco mutters as he stares out at the long dusty road. “Maybe. But he’s stubborn like that, wanting control over every aspect, and including who gets what job. Sometimes I think there needs to be an incident for him to understand how little he really controls.”
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An hour later, the group of trailers arrives at small town of Rockyford. Immediately Imma Daisoon, the circus manager, waves frantically at all the people to get the circus set up. Though monstrous in size, Imma seems to have the energy of an athlete, able to move from one trailer to the other to make sure everything is in place and ready for the show tonight. He pushes everyone around, saying the same thing, “Hurry hurry, we must have this set up by nightfall!”
At one of the trailers, Eternaly_lost dons on his costume, which is an outfit of a turquoise robe and a small computer pad-like phone. Ana is next to Eternaly_lost, sitting on a computer chair as she is working on a nearby computer, listening into a computer headset. Ana nods to Eternaly_lost as he plays around with the small pad, pressing and typing different buttons. Then Ana takes off the headset, places it next to the computer, and then the computer chair zooms off with Ana to another direction, swerving as it barely misses Isamil, who is teasing the monkey below by holding a banana out of its reach. Isamil chuckles loudly as the monkey chatter irritatingly, trying to get the banana.
“Isamil, give the banana to Soul Rider. Nobody’s going to like a burnt clown in the show.” Xentor shakes his head at Isamil as he flicks his lighter, making sure it still works. After it produces a flame, he looks at Isamil. “Or maybe you’ll like a foretaste right now,” Xentor threatens.
Isamil hold his hands up non-threateningly as he drops the banana. Soul Rider quickly picks it up, and kicks Isamil at the shins before leaving with his prize. Xentor shakes his head, “You gotta pick up another hobby than tease that monkey. You know how Daisoon hates to see his monkeys treated badly.”
Isamil shrugs off the kick as he drops his hands. “Yeah, I know. But everyone’s got to loosen up a bit. If you ask me, people need to laugh more around here. After all, that’s what my job is all about.”
Xentor shrugs, as he watches the two security guards, Petco and Nightstalker, and the ringmaster pass by, talking animatedly to Imma Daisoon. “Yeah, yeah. But if you ask me, there’s not much to talk about with the war going on. I think we need to change our act sooner or later. Hopefully sooner.”
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Petco cries out, “What do you mean, no?”
Imma Daisoon looks at Petco and Nightstalker tiredly. “That’s what I said. We cannot afford guns to run amok around this place. Your batons should be ample enough for security. Look around this place. We’re out in the open at a town of a population of 8. If you need guns to defend this place, then you need another job.” With that, Imma turns his back against his security force to look at the ringmaster. “Now, what did you want Faskalia?”
As Faskalia starts talking about the details of tonight’s show, Nightstalker interrupts by saying, “You forget that not everything can be caught with today’s technology. You assume that your high-tech security device will catch people who are stealing stuff here. But they might just take something and not go out. After all, your devices only check the perimeter.”
Imma sighs and looks at Nightstalker and Petco. “Then it’ll be useless, eh? They can’t take it out of the circus, since it’ll trip the alarms. They can’t stay, since after the show we’ll pack up and spot them. If something does go missing, it’ll be up to you two to find it. That’s what I hired you two for. Now go help others setup before I think hiring you two is a mistake.” With that, Imma walks away with Faskalia, while the two guards stay behind. “Sorry, what did you want, Faskalia?”
Faskalia says, while walking with Imma, “Look at this. There’s a storm coming over here in the next few days. It shouldn’t affect sales much. Also, we should change the title to this here to…”
As Faskalia and Imma go out of earshot, Nightstalker turns to Petco. “What’ll we do now?”
Petco shrugs his shoulders. “We have this argument every time we switch sites. Eventually he’ll cave in and issue us guns. He hasn’t fired us yet.”
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That evening, the small town of a population of 8 is lit up by circus lights and signs. People all over the world come to the circus by busloads, as the busses park at a nearby empty spot. Petco and Nightstalker direct the traffic with their orange light sticks, and their hover boots as some of the more ambitious drivers try to break through the traffic by hovering in search of a close parking space.
For those who try to get a free show by hovering their vehicle above the circus will be disappointed. The circus is surrounded by a soft yet opaque white bubble covering, with one opening at the entrance. On side of the bubble, the words “Imma Daisoon’s circus presents: The last stand to victory: the TSA/Kharra encounter! A night that changes history forever!”
And the sign is right. Tonight is a night that will change the circus’s history forever.
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Wolf roles have been passed out. They have until 7pm PST tomorrow (Thursday) to choose a special trait. Then the human roles will be passed out.
Current players:
1. Eternaly_Lost [Magician]
2. Soul Rider [Trained Monkey]
3. Im lost [Tightrope walker]
4. Xentor [Fire breather]
5. Nightstalker [Security]
6. Faskalia [RingMaster]
7. Thansal [Strong man]
8. doomchica [Small Booth Vendor]
9. Kassinger [Giftshop Vendor]
10. Petco [Security]
11. Isamil [Clown]
12. Ana [Blind Costume Designer]
Map of the place:

Because some people ask, here is the actual image:

