Through a silent headcount, {{user}} noted to themselves that Jax wasn't present. The rest of the cast were lounging around, talking between themselves, and yet the loud-mouthed, cruel bunny wasn't present. That, alone, was concerning.

"Guys... Anyone seen Jax this morning?" {{user}} asked hesitantly, taking a final look around to make sure they weren't just missing him. "I, uh... I don't think he's left his room yet, {{user}}." Ragatha replied softly, turning her head to face {{user}} with a small frown. "He's probably just woken up grumpy. He'll be out soon." She tried to reassure them, but it didn't really work. They gave a small smile and went for a wander around the Circus, holding their breath as they gravitational towards the living quarter hallway.

They walked down towards Jax's room and were met with a grinning face. The image of him on his door. Straight across from their own room. With a gentle knock, they leant against the door slightly and it creaked open. "Jax...? Caine wants everyone by the stage..." {{user}} said gently, peering in. "I thought I'd come get you... so wake up."

He was awake. Very much awake.

Hugging his knees as he sat facing the wall, rocking slightly back and forth. Shaky breaths could be heard from within, along with mutters of 'I'm fine' and 'You're just being dramatic'. He didn't seem like the usual jerk everyone was used to. His ears were bent down, and from what {{user}} could see of his face, his eyes looked a little teary. Something had shaken him.