[center][color=Deepskyblue][h1][i]Juliet Fortuna[/i][/h1]
[b]October 17th[/b][/color]
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[i]She could feel everything, yet nothing. Euphoria rang true through her body, and for once- for once in so many decades, nothing else mattered. Perhaps it was short lived, but for just one moment, there was only bliss. But then? There was only blackness. Nothing.[/i]
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Juliet fluttered her eyes open. A slight tired haze ate away at her vision, though as she rubbed her eyes, things started to become clear. Juliet laid splayed across some pavement. The dancing lights and familiar humdrum chatter of the circus gave her a sense of grounding. She was in a familiar spot- something that was uncommon for Juliet as she never found herself in the same place too often. Her abilities turned her home terrain, a place so many of her fellow performers had known like the back of their hand, into a constantly shifting labyrinth. It felt that way at least. Alas, this place was one she knew well, and her location gave way to a slew of memories answering her next question... [i]What happened?[/i]

As Juliet sat up, she met the gaze of her nemesis- the man who had so put her into this eldritch coma: The Cotton Candy man... This happened all too often. Juliet must have been gotten sick and forgotten to perform today. She had a habit of performing away from the mainstage show lest Parry made her put on something big. It was all the better that she tended to perform in the weirdest places around the circus. [i]Maybe no one would notice?[/i] Never the matter. There was still plenty of time left if she felt up to it.

After a long bout of just laying their in misery, Juliet finally forced herself to rise. Perhaps she would see what else is going on. Perhaps she would eat more cotton candy. Juliet started off along the circus's path. There was a world of possibilities. At least, [i]there was[/i] until a pigeon nearly slammed straight into her face, a mess of feathers and hair tangling all together sending Juliet prone once again. No doubt it had found her by complete accident. That was usually how the Ringmaster's messages got to her. Juliet wasn't an easy one to find. Slightly dazed, Juliet groaned aloud. [i]Well that was something to do at least.[/i]

Another long moment was spent recollecting herself, but soon after, Juliet started off towards where she guessed the Ringmaster's abode was. Still, it all blurred together. In the end, Juliet would [i]eventually[/i] find her way there. It could only be so long before she scoured the entire circus. Determination was all she required, and determination she did have!
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[i]That was it. Those were Mister Magnus's colors.[/i] Juliet spared not a moment darting forwards. As was common, though, she took some completely convoluted route, ending up on the side of the tent. She imagined all would be well. Her troupe [i]had[/i] to be used to her consistent tardiness by this point. She just hoped she hadn't missed anything important. Even despite, she had no time to waste. As the group began to gather within Parael's abode, the outline of the Little Mystic slipped out from under one of the walls and Juliet came sliding in. [i]She had no time for petty doors and entrances.[/i]

[color=Deepskyblue]"Am I on time?"[/color] Whether or not Juliet knew the answer herself, she felt it pertinent to speak up. [color=Deepskyblue]"I apologize, Mister Magnus. There were complications en route courtesy of an evil pigeon..."[/color]