[color=fdc68a]With a pop, Patch finds herself standing in the main gathering area of the circus tent. She rubs an arm across her eyes and blinks. The others are here, too. Everyone seems to have been poofed out of their beds and onto their feet. She yawns, her head still fogged with sleep. She opens her mouth to protest, then closes it. What would be the point? They were here now.

But Caine wasn't. Patch assumes he's giving them space to wake up before presenting today's adventure. She bets they have no more than five minutes to get their bearings.[/color]