Rosalind, always the demure, was in her fancy black and red dress, preparing to don her small, quirky RingMaster outfit. So when Vladimir came backstage the Pactress could only smile coyly with her frock down, sitting at her make up mirror. Then he leaned down, murmuring to her in instruction to call a meeting after the show. "We have a problem," He said. Her face went from coy to stoic and angry. She watched him walk away in the mirror, her chin raising in defiance of her reflection.

'Ooohhh~ is that the cologne of... mild panic I smell on our dear managers sweat?' Meesdovah asked within her mind.

"Vladimir is no coward," Rosalind spat back in defense of her dear friend, a mild french accent, long faded, painted over her words. "If he says there is a problem that requires all the ears of our beloved performers, I trust him. Though," She looked over her shoulder, "I've yet to see him in this sort of stress."

'Perhaps you should ease the tension of the poor soul,' Meesdovah said, a smirk in his voice.

"Haha..." She looked down. "My dear Medoh," She murmured faintly as she looked up at the mirror, the reflection of her demon present with his arms folded behind her. "He cares for no ones advances. The only ease I may bring our Dearest Manager is the ease of knowing I can only cause more tension."

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Sasha stood in the kitchen, [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubcxIv81lo8]singing a tune in russian[/url] quietly to himself. He set the cotton candy aside to be made, and focused on making breakfast. Many of the performers were already lining up, demanding food. He set out the food, trying to smile at them... which came off as more of a grimace. With a sigh, he turned from the line to the meat locker. God knows his meal was inside... Huffing, he went inside to one of the pieces of hanging meat and sliced off a good chunk for himself. He ate the slice almost like an apple, a bloody, raw apple made of meat. He blushed before looking down. He didn't like to eat in front of everyone and chose to satisfy his extremely picky belly in the meat locker. Perhaps he should start bringing in a blanket...