#apparitionsofbaddecisions

Belle's expression turns fond, smile widening and eyes creasing about the corners. Stars, but his enthusiasm is infectious. She wishes the others would realise how hard he works to please them. Of course, their entrapment is unfortunate; she herself clawed at the edges of the void for weeks before consigning herself to an eternity spent here in this simulation.

But it isn't all bad. She still has access to most of her books and a room of her own, free of rent. Places to explore. Three meals a day-- even if Bubble's cooking needs a bit of work.

"I personally liked what you call claustrophobia," she chuckles. "I have a neurological condition that makes me sensitive to things like light and sound. When I got overwhelmed, it was nice to retreat to someplace small and quiet. The cookies and water were also a thoughtful touch.

"Caine!" Kettle's squeaky call sounded from behind the flap of a circus tent. Then again, as the kitten looked beneath an oversized sand castle bucket. "Caaaine!" He called, whiskers twitching excitedly.

Upon seeing the set of chompers appear, the child let out a trill of utter delight. "Caine! Do you wanna play with me?" He asked, pupils wide. "We can do a adventure!"

It seemed, most times now, that Kettle was the only one so thrilled to meet up with the ringmaster in effort for a grand mission. Because he was a child, most would guess — He just wanted a playmate, and Caine certainly seemed high-spirited enough to play.

Efforts to pry the creature from her ankle are in vain , a distorted growl prompting both hands to withdraw despite assurance she merely wanted to carry it . Whether or not her majesty decides to spare the newbie has yet to be unraveled , but one thing's for sure she's tasked with delivering this unusual thing back to it's kin .

A glance at her talons to make sure they aren't ripping up the floor , only to be startled by the unfamiliar voice that pierced her thought bubble .

" ! ! ! "

Appendages unfurl , plumage ruffled as the dove all but staggers . Balancing the weight of her 'passenger' to avoid completely falling over , inhaling sharply as optics transfix on the being above .

" U-Uh , bonjour . "

A beat , the lack of facial features making it hard to note exactly what he is .

'Any reviews on it?'

'No.'

'Maybe it's a virus?'

'Who names a virus The Amazing Digital Circus?'

It was back and forth with Alexis, Brad and Carlos, as they stared at the app on her mobile. She had no idea where it came from, but there it was. An icon of a pinkish-red and cream circus tent. At first, Alexis thought it was a prank by Brad before realising it just appeared this morning. For now, she'd leave it, until she had after school when the curiosity and anxiety made the teenager not think of anything else as she sat at her desk.

She hovered her finger over the app, tapping her foot, slightly thinking about the lack of reviews. Something told her to just uninstall it, but she could use it for her IT project, or would that be a crime to use someone's work as her own? Eventually, her mind was made up.

'If I have to make a password, then just delete it.'

Tiny stars circle her head , the comical whine of one such fatality no different to that of the infamous coyote from Saturday morning cartoons . Least she's trying to engage more , rather than house herself up in that tiny room .

While she does eventually pick herself up it's still a bit wobbly on account of those taloned feet , warbling as slits adjust to the lighting again . The ringmaster , now in full view rather than floating overhead .

" Don't rub it in . "

Murmured , taking slow , careful steps to climb out of the mess she created .

...There's a small pause as he stares at Caine from the corner of his eye. Usually...he didn't just straight up barge into rooms like that, but he guesses he was feeling lonely or something.

ꕥ✧∘* “What…? To knit?" He questions, having stopped threading the needle into a bear plushie he was patching up. “I mean, isn't it kind of pointless for you? You can just snap your fingers and make anything happen.”