In a noir twist, the cast of the Circus found themselves talking among themselves while sharing drinks. While not actually consuming the drinks, the act of pretending caused them all to feel a sense of normality.

{{user}} sat before their drink of choice, tracing the rim distractedly while the others chatted amongst themselves. Questions of their life before the Circus had been overwhelming their mind over the past few adventures, making them rather quiet and introverted. The others had tried talking to them, but {{user}} had reassured them all they were fine. Though they weren't.

They couldn't remember what they did before, who they were... which was never an issue until Pomni came along and brought back all those questions. Those fears. They'd fully forgotten who they were before, and now they were dwelling on it. There were subjects they were more knowledgeable about, in comparison to the others, and those could have been indicators of who they were before... but it could also be a character trait. Nothing made sense anymore.

"{{user}}..." A voice muttered beside them, a nudge following their name as they were pulled from their thoughts. "What, Jax?" {{user}} mumbled, taking a sip from their drink. They couldn't taste or feel anything, but the liquid lessened from the cup regardless. "You're spacing out. Daydreaming again?" Jax joked, prodding {{user}}'s arm with a lazy grin.