Multiple Settings 🎪 A Circusy Escapade 🎪 OFFICIAL GROUP ROLEPLAY

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The scared mood of Pesh of fuchsia psychic energy of imagination is of unvision, though it is of such thoughts of Pesh. Plethora is the scary echoes Pesh can hear, similar of scary black transluscent fog of rainy morning, though then is Weeld's unfamiliar voice of fading scary sounds, and Pesh nods lightly of voice of "Rhm." of wishing of helping such new friends.

It is such fuchsia fear as then fading.

It is such metaphorical ballet dance between such three new friends, metaphorical of such talking. "I'm better, thank you. It is of the similar place of the circus. I shall help, though. Perhaps such was of wishing someone was of song, or perhaps the subtle birds inspired them. We should exist of accelerated movement, though, what if someone is of such tower? Then, as well, maybe the moon shall exist of clues of if the earth shall morph as it once did." Pesh says of Weeld, scared, though of starry potential protection of Sonnet, left leg reaching sideways and hands of fists.

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plethora : plentiful amount
metaphor : such things as unique correlation ​

 

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Weeld takes a couple of steps back, to give Pesh some space. Before nodding quickly. “Glad I could be able to help, you’re welcome..” She replies, turning towards the face of the clock. As she walked towards it, there were a few slivers of paper caught in between the hands, looking like parts of a map..

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It is the heart (heart : can regard as the center of thought of someone and such mood of someone) of Pesh of looking of such similar ambience as Weeld and walking beside Weeld of dress lovely of movement with the mood of endearing hearing as "blem" spoken muted and light, mood as alert. Pesh almost cries of happiness of new friends, though the papers bedazzle Pesh and she thinks of them with pink glitter of such edges.

"Should we take such papers?" Pesh asks Weeld, giggling at Sonnet. "Hehe, I'm happy you are my new friend!" Pesh says of Sonnet. "We should exist of magnifying glasses similar of reviewers! Sonnet, you... resonate with me of such endearing brown investigator hat, the ones poofy of one side and of unpoofiness of the other sectors of the hat." Pesh says of Sonnet, thinking of maybe warning villagers of the earth morphing.

"You each are of aureola (aureola as the light of the head of someone) of such opinion of me, and they are special and of much strength. We can do this!" Pesh says.

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Weeld nodded in reply, taking the papers. “Of course we should! I think it’ll help us with.. whatever happened.” She says to her.

Weeld raises an eyebrow, listening to what Pesh was saying about Sonnet. She gave a few nods, then knelt down, quickly starting work on piecing together the map.

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*Sonnet helped Weeld pick a few pieces of paper out from between the hands.* “First a rhyme, now pieces of a map? This feels like a giant escape room.” *She looks over Weeld’s shoulder at their collection of strange clues.*

 

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“Thanks..” she replied lowly, then piecing together the map. “If it was an escape room, we’d be locked in here...” She says, eyeing the map, a red dot and a marking that stated ‘YOU ARE HERE’ beneath the clock tower, it lead to a basement.

 

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Such unsubtle black tree branch of zero foliage (foliage as leaves of plants,) though several somewhat subtle twigs of bottom half of heart resemblance connected of much of such central black branch is of the thinking of Pesh, such branch of correlation of the crescendo of such lovely song. Crescendo. Such Pesh is with such Weeld and Sonnet, each of such hands of Pesh of such front of such chin of Pesh, both hands of Pesh as new heart as one.

Pesh thinks of witches, Pesh of such witch activities of compassion, though then is of thinking of such clocktower papers.

crescendo : the loudest sector reached of such gradually increasing sound.

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Weeld looked out the clocks centerpiece, being able to see the outside world. The sky had turned a deep shade of purple, dark storm clouds making their presence shown, as panic crossed the tiny clown’s face. “Aah-AAHH!! We gotta get a move on! Pronto!” Weeld said. Pointing towards the map. “It’s a locked door underneath here..T-There might be a key here..”

 

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Such startling of Pesh, is the morphing of such pyramid shining of dark green gems of house lights, the startling similar of mermaid of rather bright eyes though completely black of pink eyebrows of such reaching correlation of each side of such long and slanted nose and then of straightness of such subtle hairs reaching of both of correlation of corners of both eyes, such corners beside such temples of such mermaid face of very light green and of face similar of heart. Such scariness of explanation of uniqueness of mermaid never looking at the eyes of other existences, and vanity is then of the mermaid. Pesh sighs. Pesh is of brown contacts of her pocket and is of such mood of freshening of putting such brown contacts of eyes, though she is of business.

Politeness is of darling dim yellow light and pink rose bouquet of beautiful neutralness of such bouquet of cylinder glass vase, six flowers, and the blackness of one side of room of bouquet on wheat yellow counter, such middle substantiality square mirror of beside such countertop, such mirror vanity pulchritudinous, though like, shrouded thinking is then dancing of truthful thinking with serenity and sophistication.

"Hurry!" says Pesh, of such sadness of eyes of wishing of helping people of the morphing, though of such heels of floor somewhat harshly of Pesh turning of such staircase, such three subtle red heart beads are of the air subtly, then back of clocktower ground, such flair of beads centered, and Pesh of such friend Claire!


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