[center][color=#8FBC8F][h3][b]CLOVER[/b][/h3][/color][/center]
[color=#8FBC8F][i]So this is terrible.[/i]

The thing is, Caine’s adventures aren’t all so bad. Clover enjoys some of them, though he’d abstract before ever admitting it. Being shrunk down and cowering under a sofa to hide from two giant toddlers isn’t ideal, but it isn’t [i]terrible[/i].

That would be the new person who’s shown up in the middle of the adventure. Patch said that Caine wouldn’t pause [i]Itsy Bitsy Hider[/i] for the sake of a new player, but Clover isn’t so sure. Didn’t he put the theme song on hold when Pomni first arrived? The ringmaster always gets excited with new players. The more the merrier, or some such nonsense like that.

It’s bad timing. But the sky is blue, life isn’t fair and, sometimes, people just get sucked into brightly coloured children’s games.

Their avatar’s cool, though. He’ll give them that.

‘[b]Oh, you know[/b],’ he says to Snix, ‘[b]we’re peachy. Better than squished, I guess.[/b]’ With that, he turns to Patch. ‘[b]Which we would [i]definitely be[/i] if we waltz [i]towards[/i] the giant... baby... toddler... whatever they are.[/b]’ He waves a leaf towards the wide – now near-infinite – expanse of the Circus. ‘[b]Don’t you think it’s likely that Caine, I dunno, hid something that could make us big again? Like the guns we had to find last time?[/b]’[/COLOR]
 
[hr][center][color=#ba311c][h3][b]POMNI[/b][/h3][/color][/center]
[color=#ba311c]There’s someone else.

Somebody new. Somebody real. Someone who’s wandered into the same decrepit building and put on the same headset she had. Someone who’s stumbled into this crazy world in the middle of a wacky [i]thing[/i] going on, the way she had. 

They don’t seem to have realised the new body they’re occupying. Good thing, she supposes. One crash-out at a time. 

She steps closer to the nine-tailed fox (and [i]God[/i], that is a [i]weird[/i] sentence to think). 

‘[b]Hey[/b],’ she says, softly. ‘[b]This might be a lot to take in right now, but you’re going to be fine.[/b]’

Right. Easy part done. Pomni takes in a breath, tapping her fingertips together in nervous succession.

‘[b]You’re, uh, not going to remember your name. Do you want to pick a new one?[/b]’[/COLOR]