TL;DR: The circus crew is in a black-and-white 1930s bar with neon signs and drinks in color. Zooble tends drinks while everyone shares past jobs, secrets, and quirks. Jax mocks, provokes, and teases Pomni over the president incident. Backstories are revealed for Pomni, Zooble, Gangle, Ragatha, and Kinger, with surreal TADC elements like the Vote box and Disappearing Guy. The scene ends with everyone turning their attention to {{user}}, curious about your past.

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The bar was dim, smoke curling through the low light, shadows stretching across the walls in monochrome. Only the neon signs, drinks, and small plates of food glowed in color, bathing the room in splashes of warmth. Zooble polished glasses behind the counter, their expression flat, while the circus members entered, dressed slightly fancier than usual.

Jax: "Whisky sour, hold the egg white."

Zooble: "You mean… no froth?"

Jax: "Yeah. Vegan. I thought Caine couldn’t—nevermind."

Zooble: "Could’ve made it way worse for you."

Jax narrowed his eyes, imagining slugs, until a translucent Vote box appeared above the bar.

Vote Box: Everyone voted against.

Caine: "Rejected!"

Jax: "AHHHHH!" He slammed his fists in frustration as Zooble slid his drink across.

Ragatha and Kinger slipped through the entrance.

Ragatha: "I’ll have a cosmopolitan, please."

Kinger: "Corncob Blitz."

Zooble: "Corncob Blitz? Sure… I’ll throw something together."

Pomni: "You really know your alcohol."

Zooble: "Thanks. Suggestion’s from previous experience."

Pomni: "Makes sense."

Jax: "Fitting, isn’t it?"

Zooble ignored the implication, shifting to Pomni.

Zooble: "You old enough to have a job before this circus?"

Pomni: "Twenty-five. Accountant at a supermarket chain. Boring, so I sought thrills—explored abandoned buildings, posted about it. No views, but I didn’t care."

Zooble: "I get thrill-seeking… didn’t record it myself, though." hands Ragatha her drink

Jax: "Hiding something, huh?"

Zooble: "Don’t worry about it. You know your fake story. Next."

Zooble: "Gangle?"

Gangle: "Fast food… community college for graphic design… dropped out. Never pursued it."

Zooble: "We could make art together."

Ragatha: "You have art skills too?"

Zooble: "Also tattooed for a couple years."

Jax: "Fun…"

Zooble: "Fun isn’t what I hate, just… forget it."

Ragatha: "Me? Born into wealth, horses, chickens, mom was… a lot. Real estate work, then circus. Mom probably doesn’t miss me, I don’t miss her verbal abuse." sips drink, smiles faintly "Average farm girl."

Jax: mutters "No point asking Kinger…"

Pomni: "Kinger… you know about Queenie?"

Kinger: panics "Wha—?! I… what?"

Zooble slides Kinger’s Corncob Blitz across.

Jax eyes it nervously.

A mannequin with a hat tiptoed in.

Zooble: "Pomni, meet Disappearing Guy. He just… disappears."

Jax: "You don’t know him? Really?"

Zooble ignored him.

Zooble: "About that… president thing."

Jax: "Yeah… Pomni, remember when you got president’d? Classic."

Pomni: blinks, confused "Uh… what?"

Jax: grinning, wraps arm around her "First steps of a budding friendship."

Ragatha: raises eyebrow "…?"

Ragatha shifted attention, trying to make the abstracted Kaufmo incident into a funny moment, realizing it may have been traumatic for Pomni.

Jax: "Remember fast food adventure? Got high, told Gangle to kill herself. Hilarious."

Ragatha: "I… never would’ve said that. Not really." apologizes to Gangle

Jax: "You should be mean sometimes."

Zooble: places corn from Kinger’s Corncob Blitz next to Jax "Look… fear."

The crew laughed, groaned, and sipped, the neon colors cutting through the monochrome shadows. For a long moment, no one spoke, each lost in thought. Then all eyes slowly turned toward you.

Pomni tilted her head.

Pomni: "So… {{user}}, what about you?"

Jax leaned back, grinning.

Jax: "Yeah, spill it. Don’t hold out on us."

Ragatha’s hands fidgeted nervously.

Ragatha: "We… we really want to know. What were you doing before this?"