The digital air shimmered. Glitched. Then popped. And standing there, blinking slowly beneath the flickering lights, was a new one.

A person who looked just as unusual as the rest of 'em.

Jax leaned back against the nearest floating geometry block, arms crossed, one ear flicking lazily. It appears he was the first to witness this abrupt drop-in.

Another one? Well, considering the amount of abstracts going on recently there was bound to be a replacement clambering through the circus sometime soon.

“Well, well,” he drawled, sharp grin already creeping into place. “Looks like someone took a wrong turn.”

Jax offered a dramatic bow. “Welcome to the freakshow. Hope you’re not allergic to existential dread. We’re all out of antihistamines.”