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[b][u]Phillis Circus: the Big Top - Audience (Back)[/b][/u]

Trixie followed in immediately after Estelle, taking the empty seat beside her towards the back of the room. She leaned over to the redhead and cupped her mouth, about to whisper her stupendous idea... until realization dawned and her expression dropped. "Wait... our weapons though!" she squeaked instead, nearly bouncing in her seat. They had never covered what they were gonna do about those! Even considering Crispin's dumb plan, was the Pride of any use without their weapons? Boss said she'd be unable to hide hers, and Trixie's were always visible on her as well.

"Wha... how do we..."

She understood one thing well enough, though: everyone will freak out over the big top being lit on fire. It was clear that some of the Pride members would have to escort the innocent audience members before they get hurt - and Trixie assumed that's what Estelle wanted to do since she was in the back.

But what about the tall security people outside? And the performers in general? Would they... try to help? Or... they're not so bad guys that they'd try to kill everyone or something during the panic, would they!? Being the exaggerative runt that she was, Trixie began to nibble on her exposed fingernails, worry etched in her eyes. So who were the good guys and who were the bad guys? Could they really know!? Like - what if the bad circus guys weren't bad guys at all and that fiery dude was actually the bad one and this was his grand scheme to kill everyone at once and...!?

She began pulling on her pigtails, about to scream in total confusion, but Estelle quickly took notice of her jittering and calmly squeezed the prankster's thigh. The redhead maintained her eyes on the stage, on the lookout especially for that arsonist freak. Trixie took numerous deep breaths before composing herself well enough to speak again.

"Supersis... um... Supersis..." Trixie nudged the arm of her heroine to retain her attention. Despite who the bad guys were and weren't, it was best to focus on the simpler tasks. Lest she start flipping out a second time. "When all the innocent people start running out - I'll go with them. Like I'll pretend I'm a part of them." The elderly couple sitting in front of Trixie looked over their shoulders and hushed her snappily with fingers to their lips, but Trixie ignored them. "I know where our stuff is stashed. I can sneak back in with everything! I'll be quick as a... uh... that cannonball guy. Is that okay??"