Who: Dusk (
jester_at_dusk), and YOU
What: Being one of those odd ones not really chomping at the bit for a way home, Dusk instead falls back on an old habit when she had no orders to fulfill.
Where: A small little park somewhere in the city.
When: Day
Warnings: Weirdness due to Dusk's speech pattern and view on life? (We'll add as we go guys.) Acton tags or prose if you want, threadjacking also encouraged.
She hadn't really planned on doing such when she had started walking around this odd city once more. Feeling almost like Elysium, but now with it's dream taste everywhere. It was, comforting or whatever that emotion was, and so she did not really see and act like everyone else trying to get back. She had nothing left back home since Dawn would now be with her forever.
It was still empty though in her chest it felt like. Which may have been why she decided out of the blue to act like it was any other day in the human world when she and Dawn had wandered about. Especially when tools she could use were suddenly at hand to do such, as if the place was telling her to play and entertain. So, she found herself changing and improvising the usual routine she had followed to fit one person. The acrobatics saved for later or if the crowd was big enough to warrant such to keep them entertain.
For now she kept to juggling and basic tricks that could be used alongside the juggling.
Never once pausing for more then a moment. After all she was a doll, she did not tire like a human did.