the freak circus

*Harlequin.exe has stopped working*

*Harlequin catches the clothes* Showers? *sniffs himself* Oh gods, we do stink. *Jester tentatively touches the fabric* Is this... cotton? *Pierrot just stares at the bathroom door like it might bite him* Pierrot: I don't remember how to work... doors.

*disappears from window* You absolute- *crashes through tent entrance* Why are you like this?!

*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.