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You know, I think today has inspired me. I should add a circus themed night to She'ol once in awhile. What do all of you think of that?

Perhaps there could be other theme nights as well. Camelot, space...

I think it will be very enjoyable to add some spice to the mix.

[He's already making the costumes for it.]

[Upon the device's screen is one rather annoyed devil. Sure ne'd been having fun earlier playing on the fears of a few people over the network, but still...There is a difference between being feared because of who ne is and being feared for something ridiculous like what is going on today.]

One is a jester not a clown. [There is a difference. Deal with it.]

Consider this your only warning. One is armed with far more dangerous items than balloon animals for those who wish to argue the difference.

[Like the black feather ne just tossed into the wall behind nem, before it blew up.]

OI!

Am I gonna get in trouble if I fry some clowns?

[The correct answer should be no.]

( text filter; private; scott, lydia, mama mccall. )

What the fuck -? [ He actually hits the record button by accident, his message to the Beacon Hills bunch ( minus Isaac who already knew ) relayed and his job done. Mostly he'd been looking forward to drowning his sorrows in ice-cream and bad kung-fu movies.

However, that doesn't seem to match the thin thread of almost panic in his voice. At first you just get a close-up of a denim pocket and then Stiles is swinging his device up to the full technicoloured glory of the clown. It's watching him from across the street, mouth like a big red slash and the balloon clutched tightly in its hand. Stiles audibly makes a noise as it reaches up its other hand to stick a pin in the soft, plastic side of the balloon, the device view jerking as Stiles jumps.

The clown turns and Stiles huffs out a breath, panning along as it walks away. ] Okay, not cool. So not cool. Clowns? Seriously? Why?

[voice]

I really need to be somewhere that doesn't have any clowns. A non-bar space, preferably. But really, anywhere.

Suggestions?

[The Doctor walks through the forest in his hand is a gizmo which he is holding out like a compass. ]

Ohhh I’m close!

[He starts to sprint across the trees and then the blinking light stops causing him to stop.]

What?

[He looks perplexed as he shakes his device in an attempt to get it working again.]

Noo, nooo, no, come on now!

[From the far left behind a tree a clown springs out to come into view causes the Doctor to turn around at the noise and jump slightly at the sight of him.]

Hello there.

[The Doctor stares at the clown with curiosity as the clown starts to prance around.]

So are you from around here, or did you miss the circus?

[The clown stops and then starts to pull at something from his sleeve. More and more handkerchiefs get pulled falling to the ground.]

Ahhh, so you do tricks. Love a good trick. Especially magic tricks, mind you not really actual magic. Welllll because that would just be ridiculous wouldn’t it?

[The clown continues with another trick taking an deflated balloon from his pocket and blowing it up. The clown starts to twist it.]

Wellll that’s not too bad. So, do you have a name?

[The clown continues to work at the balloon.]

Silent type, eh? How about Alonso? Always wanted to say that again.