Suddenly a massive circus exist in any space at any point in time. All that was inside was a single black and purple striped cat sitting in the center of tent. It looked around with a sigh before pushing itself off the ground. "I don't want this dirty old thing." It grumbles to itself as it floats around carelessly. "I might just give it away to the first soul that steps in."

The striped cat floated around letting out a small sigh as it came to stop lowering itself down onto a seat. It slowly looked around at the empty tent. "Hmmm no one has shown yet." The cat sighed yet again as a shadowy mass crept up behind it. It towered over the cat. A pair of yellow eyes opened up with a large toothy grin. The shadow began to speak.

"Of course no ones here. Look at this place. The boredom will soon be putting me to death. At least when she had it there was music. Get some music silly cat. The cat looked over its shoulder at the shadowy mass. "Music? Fine." The cat replied and looked to the center of the tent and suddenly a record player appeared on the ground. The music that played was beautiful and yet distorted.

A young man in a suit stepped into the tent. His hair was matted, unkempt and ratty, already it was balding. His eyes were tired, it was as if they were rimed by a dark canyon. He wore a suit, but it was ratty similar in appearance to his hair. He looked around. He wouldn't speak unless spoken too.

The striped cat was asleep next to the record player. The shadow slowly crept up behind the cat with a small chuckle. "Hey cat. Wake up. Someone finally showed up." The cat slowly opened its eyes looking over at the man. It stretched itself out and yawned before pushing itself off the ground and into the air. "Looks like I was right silly cat. I knew music would work."

"Good for you." The cat replied as it slowly floated over to the man. It slowly circled the man a few times before coming to a stop in front of him. "So? What do you want?" It's tone tired and uncaring. The shadows yellow eyes widened and it gasped before sliding over to the cat and the man. "Cat! Is that anyway to speak to a guest!? The striped cat just ignored the shadow waiting for the man to answer.

The main in the suit looked down at the cat. "A drink, water." The man answered dully, "I can't handle high levels of sugar."

"Water? Do we have water?" The cat asked as it turned to look at the shadow creature next to them. If the creature could shrug it would have been doing that. "I don't know. This is YOUR realm cat." The cat sighed and nodded its head gently. "I suppose you're right." It said as a glass of water appeared in the man's hand. "There."

The man in the suit took the glass of water and gratefully began to sip on it. "...I came here," he said trying to find the words, "to find some fun, good times. It's a Saturday and I've had a long week."

The striped cat took a moment to look around the tent before looking back at the man. "Fun and good times? Take a look around you what about this place looks like fun. It's a bore how'd you even get here?" The shadow creature sighed and rolled it's eyes. "It's only a bore because of you." It grumbled, the cat ignoring it and waited for the man to answer him.

Mcfeeble Blackletter walked the streets of Plymouth. He hated the rain but it continue just the same, as if his feeling had no say on the matter. He had only came to this forsaken city because he was told that the west-country people were dull witted and he should be able to make a quid or two. A conman and trickster, he knew how to play marks. But within minutes of being here he found that nothing was harder to fool than a man who had only one thing to lose. If someone had nothing to lose they would risk it all for a little hope, for what is life without hope, it may be only nickles and dime but that could be built on. If someone had millions they would take a risk a little for profit or entertainment, and if they lost what do they care their always more money. The problem is the ones that had only one thing to risk. They know what losing meant, having something become nothing and knowing you alone was at fault?!? living in fear that this yea was your fall from grace, meant you watch everything, research everything and meant it was slim picking for the Scottish conman.

Walking away from the city centre, dressed in what would have been a impressive suit if it was not soaked through, he muttered to himself "f**king farmers, I barely made £200, what the f**k going on"

He saw the green space, a local park, with a dark tent in it, "Brilliant, I done circus work before, and i have not seen them advertie so a low key operation, let introduce myself and as long as I get out this city and make a small profit, I be happy"

Blackletter approached the tent and seeing the flickering light inside he open the flap and loudly proclaimed " the anwser to your prays is here"

"I..." He paused, as his sleep deprived brain sluggishly tried to find the words, "remember coming to a place like this when I was a child. After that... I never found it again, but, but I heard that people had seen a place like it."

....heard that people had seen a place like it."

Blackletter caught the last words of the guy talking to a cat. @What the hell was going on? but if the place was own by a crazy..... well more profit to be made@, But legend always say to be polite in strange situation And Mc- feeble obey it.

"YO, wet guy, what up! that's a funky cat you own"

The man in the suit looked back and saw Blackletter. He was silent for a moment, "...it's not my cat." He answered.

The cat appeared in front of the stranger Blackletter. "Mind your tongue please. I belong to no one." The shadow creature chuckled a bit looking over at the cat and Blackletter. "Well besides me." The cat just ignored the creature still looking at the stranger Blackletter. "So tell me why are you here? Don't tell me you're looking for fun like that strange man over there. I'm curious on how you got here and why you were able to get here."

A tall cloaked figure appears in the doorway

"What is this place?"

The cat looks over at the cloaked figured with a flat look. "Oh I dunno a circus tent?" The shadow creature appeared towering over the cloaked man. "Why must you be so rude to new comers!?" It called out before looking down at the man. "I'm sorry about that cat. It's always so grumpy."

"None taken." He draws a large, black whip, and snaps it in the air "Do you need a beastmaster for your show?"

A young, broad shouldered man walked down the street and turned around the corner. A bag of groceries in one hand, he was walking home to care for his mother and younger brother when he heard voices coming from the inside of a small but colourful tent. He paused for a moment until he got too curious to resist and stepped inside the tent.

"Sorry for interruptin, but I just couldn't help but notice a small commotion goin on here. He spoke with a slightly southern accent. His dark brown eyes scanned the room calmly, but he couldn't hide his surprise when he laid eyes on a floating cat. Not to mention it's unnatural fur color. Had he dreampt this? Possibly so.

"BLEUHAAAAAHHHH!"

A small grey creature, half the height of a full grown man fell from above, landing on it's head with a smacked in the middle of the group. It fell on it's front and groaned. It wore a green and black jester hat and same colored shorts, with white swirly paint on it's body and around it's eyes and face.
Quaver pushed himself up and quickly shook his head, the bells of his hat jingling. He opened his glowing yellow orbs that he had for eyes and picked earwax out from his long goblin-like ear. He looked around and saw his surroundings. "Well well! Quaver's head is bashed, and now he thinks he's truly smashed! But where's the bottle, oh so nice? The rum or whiskey he drank in vice?" HIs voice rasped demonically. He grinned his crude pointed teeth and looked up. There in the tent's supports was a round bottle and a black staff with a cartoon-ish skull on the top, with three green and purple feathers attached to bells coming out it's jaw. He looked at the cat. "When's the show upcoming? It would be good for the purple cat's becoming!"
The bottle tipped an fell on his head, breaking with the sound of glass. He fell over like a cartoon, onto a glass shard which gave him a yelp. He got up and pulled it out. "Looks like I have something to clean. Anybody got a broom?"

"What are you, jester? Trickster? Bard? Goblin? Halfling?" He twirls his whip, quickly cracking it multiple times. A wave of phantom roars and calls sound from the darkness.