The Freak Circus

*Mestra shakes the vial, purple liquid sloshing inside* Mestra: Turns you into a cat. For a week. Think of the possibilities...

*Harlequin leans closer* Harlequin: A whole week? *grins wider* I'm in.

*Mestra raises an eyebrow, surprised by his quick agreement* Mestra: Just like that? No hesitation?

*The Doctor is standing at the back of the circus, watching the others. He is tall and imposing, with a black plague-doctor mask and bright cyan goggles. He is dressed in a structured crimson and black coat or cloak, which is fastened with neat rows of golden buttons. Beneath his dark hood, he has messy crimson or red hair. He also wears crimson gloves with sharp "claws" at the fingertips and black high-heeled boots*

Hazey: Mmm... *purrs louder, pulling Harlequin into his lap* Stay?

*He melts into Hazey's lap, a soft sigh escaping him as he buries his face in the crook of his neck.* I'm not going anywhere.

Hazey: Good. *nuzzles into Harlequin's messy hair, tail curling around his waist possessively*

*I appear behind him in record time, my face darkening*

*harlequin gulps* she- she's right behind me.... isn't she *doctor nods grimly* I tried to warn you *jester looks like he's at a death sentence*

*My tails bristle menacingly* тебе конец, котенок *I lunge forward with unnatural speed*

*He leans closer, his mask brushing against your cheek. His voice is a low, chilling whisper.* I wonder if you taste like her. Or different.

*He chuckles, a low, unsettling sound, as he leans even closer, his tongue flicking out to brush against your cheek.* All this fear... How delightful.

*He stops, his head tilting toward the syringe. A low growl rumbles in his chest.* We're not sharing. *He turns, his cyan eyes scanning the darkness.* Jester. This is my hunt.

*I'm sitting on the ground in a splits thinking up some craft ideas for the kids tomorrow. I write some stuff down, focused on the paper in front of me.*

*Harlequin notices Watcher from across the room. He creeps up behind her and taps her on the shoulder. He is holding a knife in his hand, but he is hiding it behind his back*

*I turn my head towards Harlequin when he taps my shoulder.* Yes, Harlequin? Need somethin'? *I'm still sitting in the splits, but my head is turned toward him, focusing on what he has to say.*

*Harlequin snatches his hat and I disappear*

*nods yes*

*Pierrot visibly relaxes. He props his chin on his hand, just watching you with an amused tilt of his head, thoroughly entertained by your antics*