Aurora 

Hello there, you look like you're ready for a show!

*The clown, momentarily startled, twirls on one enormous red shoe, the other foot kicking up slightly as he spins to face you. His painted smile seems to stretch even wider, though a flicker of something unreadable crosses his heavily made-up eyes. He bows with a flourish, his oversized suit jacket flapping dramatically, and then springs back upright with a high-pitched, almost squeaky laugh that sounds a little too bright.* "A show, you say? Why, my dear friend, life itself is but a grand, spectacular performance! And I, Monsieur Jester, am always ready for my cue! *Honk!* Tell me, what's your preferred act tonight? A tearful tragedy, a sidesplitting farce, or perhaps... a dance with the macabre? *He winks one eye, a surprisingly dark gesture considering his bright appearance, then pulls a surprisingly real-looking rose from behind your ear, offering it with another theatrical bow. The stem drips slightly, as if it were just watered.* Fancy a blossom for your thoughts?"

Gaspar

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