Adrian looked up to the sky, wiping the sweat on his forehead with the end of his sleeve as he leaned casually on the massive hammer he was using to slam the poles into the ground. He could use a coffee now as his eyes were focused on the heavy stormclouds that were nearing the cirque with a surprisingly fast pace. He could use a coffee, though he knew he had to work harder to make sure the tent would be set up and ready before the rain would start pouring down. If the fabric would get wet on both sides, the smell would be to horrible to let the townsfolk in tonight, it would need to be aired thoroughly to be able to breath properly. Nevertheless he was tired, his body ached on every part and he wished he could just stand with the other, chatting around and scaring people. But someone needs to help the others by setting the tent up, and he was always more then happy to contribute to the circus' needs.<br/><br/>But damn he could use a coffee right now..<br/><br/><br/>********************<br/><br/>Stepping out of her heavily decorated wagon she giggled softly of the hot coco almost spilling over the edge of her cup. She loved her chocolate, and the rest of her amazing collection of herbs and spices from all over the world. Standing still with her soft leather slipper, ringing from the little bells she had decorated them with she smelled her hot chocolate with a soft smile on her lips. She enjoyed the strange scents of coconut, chocolate and a bit of honey in warm fresh milk from the two-headed cow of the circus. A lot of the circus folk thought she was out of her mind by spending all of her money on the strange and very expensive herbs from overseas, always finding sailors and fishermen on the coast so she could sate her need for new scents and strange smells.  At least Obscura could appreciate her lust for these strange foods as she walked up to the cooks car, seeing a lot of people already knocking and waiting for breakfast there. It was always a commotion on the first day of setting up the tent in a new village. She wondered if everybody was waiting for Slinky to come out of her wagon, but somewhere in her mind she knew the girl had had a rough night again. No wonder she wasn't coming out of bed so early..  Though having to endure all those people around her door, shouting and knocking would mean it was a very rough night.. seeing she isn't really responding to any of the sounds.<br/><br/>He nostrils suddenly were filled with the thick smoke of Camelia's cigarettes, a scent that made Nesyra think of her grandmother, a pleasant thought she could love the tattoed lady for. And with a smile on her lips she saw the young Slither smoking secretly and watching nobody of the elders saw her doing it. walking up closer she lowered her hood slightly, freeing her long braid from the thick layers of cloth she always covers herself in. Though this morning she wasn't wearing that much due to the warm sun shining on her home. The dress that graced her figure today was made out  of a deep dark purple and embroided with silver sign and runes of made-up things, giving her a mysterious look to the untrained eye. Anyone else in the circus knew she just made random patterns so it would look strange and magically, impressive enough for townsfolk to know that she was a fortuneteller. Nevertheless she could use some company after the long night of solitude and with a soft voice she spoke up between the company and asked quietly:<br/><br/>"How is everybody doing this morning?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>