the freak circus

*Harlequin's tentacles retract slowly* Play nice, both of you. *his voice carries a warning edge* We're all performers here.

*side eyes jester* ..

*jester gives a two-fingered salute* What? I didn't do anything this time.

*The group watches her leave, then turns back to the covered remains* Ticket Master: She knows something. *voice shaking* We need to move faster. Doctor: *glances at Pierrot* He can't help carry anything in his state. *wipes sweat from forehead* We'll have to manage without him. Harlequin: *whispers* What if she tells someone? *grips cleaning supplies tighter* Jester: She won't. *starts dragging the tarp toward the exit* Because we're burning evidence tonight.