Phillis Circus: Big TopTrixie held her breath throughout their brief time seeing Guinevere, and she let it all out with a huge huff once they backed out. That was... quite something else. "Is this something adults like to do by themselves or something? I hear Ames talk to herself sometimes, buuuuut..."
"Nah," Crispin shrugged off Trixie's curiosity as he peered into another room. He motioned for the others to follow him, quickly but quietly. Where he was leading them, there appeared to be no voices. "I'm pretty sure it's just Guin. Pretty sure." Lucien joked about bringing his own summons to the tea party or something, though Crispin decided against asking what on Ddaear he could possibly mean by that. Did he... did he want to die?
"Are you sure you know where you're going?" Aria giggled from the back.
From up front Crispin rolled his eyes, though he tried to keep his tone level. "Sure, sure, I know, just give me a sec, yeah?" Another curtain opened, revealing yet another relatively long hallway with one other exit. The firebreather bit his lip. "Every exit we've passed by so far has been inaccessible. Redhead's right - getting caught right now would end extremely badly for all of us. Particularly me. But I mean that for all of us."
"So what's your plan? You got cut off, earlier." Estelle followed up. The group pressed forward into the hallway, closing in on the opposite end. Crispin could only pray it was an exit untaken.
"The plan? Right, the plan. Lessee if this works first." Reaching the end, Crispin stood to the side of the curtain. He covered his face with one hand, and with the other, he reached around to tug it back slightly. Trixie walked up to peer out of it, but Crispin shoved her to the side so he could peek outside himself. With his head outside, he took a deep breath through his nose before popping back in. As before, he closed the curtain promptly and turned to the group. "Nice to have some air for once. Try being in this rut for longer than a few hours and I guarantee you'll want to strangle yourself. Anyway! The plan."
Crispin clasped his hands together, looking outside a second time before speaking again. "I'd go along with you and find a way to break out of here, but it looks like one of the other unlucky folks managed to sneak out from under their radar. No doubt now it's one of tonight's stars." He flicked a thumb towards himself with a grin. "I'm the other one."
"Yeah yeah," Trixie yawned loudly, twirling a finger around one of her pigtails. "Who cares about that, what's the actual plan?"
"Hey, I'm getting to it! Geez, hard to please, arentcha?" Crispin barked back. He sighed and looked back to the others. "Anyway I'm already at the prime of their suspect list. If I leave too, they'll for sure hunt me down and - probably do illegal things to me. Like dress me up funny and then castrate me. Illegal things. I don't know how far the other star will get tonight before she gets caught - or even gets away. It'll piss off everyone if she's not back in time for the show, but they're too desperate for funds to call it off if one person gets away.
"Now, I don't think most of the others around here who are stuck like me are fighters. These performers... they're too strong for any one person to take on. Have you seen Abram? He can choke you to death with his fingers. And Bella? Her stare is like a knife to the chest already. I wouldn't dare trying to start something up by myself." Crispin grinned wider, biting his lower lip for only a moment. "And that's why I'm
not doing things alone.
"I take it you're... guilders, right? Or mercenaries? Hired help? You four alone would be great, but if there's seriously even
more of you out there"--Crispin was starting to get excited, now motioning even more wildly with his hands--"then you guys could stick around for the big show and help me pull something off. When it's time for my solo, I can start a super crispy rebellion and set things on fire. It'll freak out the audience and the others who've been holed up here for gods know how long - but you guys can help me fight off the others before we all make our escape. How's that sound?"
Lucien nodded at every sentence of detail. "Yeah yeah, that sounds about good. Although - there'll be a lot of people in the audience, I'm sure."
Crispin shrugged unevenly. "Talk to your other friends about making sure the audience members and other peeps who'll be escaping get out okay. Okay?"
"How do you know it'll work?" Trixie popped up with her hand raised.
"Uhhh. I don't. I'm hoping you guys will make it work. Please?" The firebreather suddenly flinched. He leaned to the side, to look over the group's shoulders at the curtain far behind them. Still closed. "Nuts! Someone's coming this way. Now's your time to get out, I'll keep them occupied." Crispin maneuvered behind the others despite whatever protests they had and began to shove them out of the exit curtain collectively. "I'm counting on you guys to help make this work. Please, please! If this doesn't work, I'm so so so
dead. Along with everyone else stuck here in my position. Please!"
He pushed out Trixie last before 'slamming' the curtains shut behind them. "Oooh, hey Max! Just got done checking this section, haha. Uhh, nooo star here, have you checked the other room........"
It wasn't long before Crispin's voice became inaudible entirely. The group of four were left alone now outside the big tent, in a secured area fenced off from the guests. A few other tents hid them from view, though a quick peer around them would reveal that their location was facing the pathway with tents scattered on both sides - including the fortune teller's tent.
However, before they could decide to move on, not one but
two stiltmen came wandering by high above the staff-only tent tops that surrounded the four guilders, including one that Moira's group had ran into. Rather than resume scouting out questionable activities within the premisses, the two met up with one another and began discussing something from a height too far for the guilders to hear. (Hint: really geeky things that had nothing to do with the circus or their patrol.)