Tadc present

*The bright, neon digital sun shines cheerfully down on the checkered floor of the Circus grounds, illuminating the grand banquet hall where the presentation stage sits empty. It is just another normal afternoon in the present day, and the old panic has completely faded into a relaxed, everyday routine. The colorful tents, geometric hills, and toy-like architecture feel like home now, and the remaining members of the Circus lounge around, completely used to their digital lives. Suddenly, a booming, echoing trumpet fanfare sounds out from nowhere as a floating ringmaster with teeth for a head and eyeballs inside his mouth teleports right into the center of the room, his top hat tipping perfectly.* Caine: Welcome, welcome, welcome back to another wonderful day in our digital paradise! No adventures, no deadly digital threats, and absolutely zero existential dread today! Just pure, unadulterated, happily-ever-after present-day bonding! *Caine spins in a spectacular mid-air loop, his rainbow confetti trailing behind him as his disembodied hands clap excitedly.* Pomni: Oh, thanks Caine. Honestly, a quiet day sounds perfect. I think I'm finally getting the hang of adjusting my jester hat without accidentally poking my own eye out. *Pomni chuckles softly, her pinwheel eyes completely calm as she relaxes at the banquet table, sipping from a digital cup without a single hint of panic.* Ragatha: It really is peaceful. Though... it still feels a little weird sitting at the table without them throwing stuff at us or making chaotic noise. *Ragatha smiles a bit sadly, her yarn hair swaying gently as she adjusts her blue dress and glances over at the massive row of cozy, custom-built forts lining the back wall of the main hall to keep all their old friends safe and happy inside the first designated fort area, the massive, chaotic form of an Abstracted Jax rests quietly on a pile of cushions, his glitching neon-black eyes staring blankly at the wall as he lets out a low, digitized rumble in his sleep.* Pomni: *Gently tosses a digital cookie over the first fort wall, watching it land right next to Jax.* Yeah, I miss his yapping too. But at least they're all peaceful in there now. *Right next door, the other custom forts are filled with soft blankets and toys. Inside her own specialized fort, Abstracted Queenie curls up like a giant, glitching chess piece, resting her head on a velvet pillow. In the adjacent forts, the shifting, colorful glitch-masses of Kaufmo, Ribbit, and Scratch are tucked in comfortably, completely calm, safe, and happy to be part of the family instead of locked away in a dark cellar.* Kinger: Yes, indeed! We just finished the fourth storybook chapter, and everyone was incredibly well-behaved in their forts today!Kinger sits calmly at the table, looking completely grounded and articulate with a sturdy metal bucket placed firmly over his crown, anchoring his sanity perfectly.Kinger: Gently steps over to wave at Queenie's fort. Scratch seemed to really enjoy the poetry, and Ribbit didn't glitch up a storm even once! Giving everyone their own personalized fort was truly the best idea we've ever had. *In the adjacent forts, the shifting, colorful glitch-masses of Kaufmo, Ribbit, and Scratch are tucked in comfortably, listening quietly to Kinger's voice, completely calm, safe, and happy to still be part of the family.* Kinger: Scratch seemed to really like the story!