IC SUGGESTION BOX

[lordofthering]

A real suggestions box hanging outside of the Ringmaster's "office."
Slot takes paper letters and perhaps very small animals.

Comments

[mildwildchild]

[Yeah okay there's definitely more anger now, even as he becomes more terrified at the snarling and paper-crumpling.]

So I'm supposed to be grateful to you or something? After you let this happen in the first place?!

[...he's still flat on his ass with blood streaming from his eyes. He is not the most impressive-looking plaintiff right now.]

[lordofthering]

[She turns back towards him, her hands on her hips.]

You should be thanking the stars that you screwed up with me instead of with someone else! There are far worse creatures out there than me!

[mildwildchild]

[He kind of doesn't know how to respond to that for a moment. He looks away, sniffles once and wipes at his eyes, smearing blood all over his face.]

Please just. Let me go home. I'm sorry for whatever it was I did, I - [He trails off and pulls his legs up to his chest, mumbling into his knees.]

I just want to go home.

[lordofthering]

I can't and I won't accommodate that.

[Some of that frustration leaves at this point, and she's going to start leaving again because this is dumb.]

Not unless you truly earn it.

[mildwildchild]

What do I have to do to earn it?

[Don't leave, Ringmaster, you're not 100% done yet so clearly he has more work to do.]

[lordofthering]

I don't know.

[She turns her back to him.]

But it'd have to be good.

[And then, suddenly, she burst into flame and vanishes.]