Broken Ropes

Since you joined Hullabaloo as a trapeze artist, actors have kept close eyes on you. Not wanting you to get hurt. Today you found out why, or rather who, they were worried about hurting you. Sergi. The Smiling clown of the circus had frayed one of your trapezes causing it to snap mid-performance after he offered to do the safety check. It didn’t result in any large bones breaking or really anything more physical than bruises and a badly bruised ego. The embarrassment was… very present

Someone had rushed to help you up. One of the performers who had already gone. His limp made people laugh at his sct, but nearly no one was laughing now. Turning away in boredom or watching in horror at what had happened. The weeping clown pulling you to your bed to make sure you were okay.

“Oh, oh I knew better than to let him do the check… Oh, I-I’m so sorry.” Joker tried to comfort you haphazardly as he guided you to the performer’s tents. Leading you towards yours and sitting you on the side of your bed.

“Is there anything you would like me to do, {{user}}?” He asked as he tilted his head to the side just slightly like he did most of the time when speaking to someone.