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Illyana had taken some convincing to come tonight but it gave her a reason to get dressed. To do anything other than stare at the ceiling, trying to find ways to break into Limbo and rescue her brother. The dress she was wearing belonged to Raven, and she’d heard the older woman’s grumbling about how many dresses she’d been lending out lately. Smoothing her hand over her corset, she takes a seat and watches the crowd rather than the stage. When she feels someone sit beside her, she doesn’t look at them as she regards them. “Do you think they’re aware? Does that make them complicit in our suffering?”

The show was about to begin, and Raven was still considering going home. This was an idiot plan. She wanted to do something about the mutants being forced to perform but she wasn’t so comfortable with how close this was to their home. The mutant who’d brought the issue to their attention was performing tonight, she could see his ghostly pale figure on the stage staring out at the crowd. “Do people actually enjoy these things?” she wonders out loud, staying on the fringe of the audience rather than sit down. 

Would traveling again after such a short time cause him to be sick? Olivier hopes not when he opens another portal and steps through it. When he comes out the other side, he sets his eyes on a gigantic circus tent and hundreds of people bustling around it. Olivier watches the portal behind him to make sure it closes before he starts toward the entrance. Luckily, he came prepared in era appropriate attire so he wouldn’t stand out too much. After he walks in, Olivier avoids the section he notices Charles sitting in and walks over to sit in the second to last row near a dark corner. “Maybe Ah made a mistake...” he whispers to no one, but realizes someone just sat next to him and heard him.

Thinking he’s succeeded, Charles projects a message to all the mutants he’s aware of, “Anyone interested in protection, and a better life for mutants, get to the lion’s cage. I have an associate waiting for you.” When the smoke clears, Charles lays eyes on the ringmaster and realizes his mistake. The man in the center has a sinister smile on his face and is moving toward Charles. The usual calmness, is peppered with urgency when his next message rings through his fellow mutants, “Get yourselves to safety quickly!” He knew he couldn’t hold the people for much longer if he had to fight.

Not many things made Wade nervous despite the fact that he wasn’t anything special. There were no powers to back him up, but Wade had always been skilled with weapons. Carrying a sword into an event like this wouldn’t be allowed, so of course his jacket was packed with many, many knives instead. Of course, he also had his pistols named Hansel and Gretel just in case. Realizing Raven really didn’t want to talk to him anymore, he turned to the person on his left and whispered, “I am breaking the lock on that cage and no one will stop me.”