9th Wave

[tentacruelest]

[Spam, taking place before he's abruptly rescued by his warden]

[Down on the pier in the seedier part of town lies the carnival part of the fair, locally known as the freakshow. Here lie bearded women and conjoined twins and all sights horrifying to the general public of the late 19th century.

And in one tent, shoddily constructed and guarded by a red-faced barker charging a nickel a head, sits what's being billed as the Crustaceous Man.

And inside sits an ill-tempered cursed Captain, waiting out this irritating turn of events in sour silence]

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[myironeyes]

[There's a slightly undignified squeak, followed by some sputtering, followed by silence from outside the tent. Then Marsh glides in, glances around with small, birdlike tilts of his neck. Then he sits down beside Jones without a word.]

[notdreaming]

Oh, dear.

[ She had actually been confused about what the exhibit actually was. Because surely they wouldn't allow for humans to become deformed show off deformed humans like some sort of abstract art.

But hey, that sure is the sexist octopus man. ]

I can't say this is what I was expecting. [ She will not smile she will not smile smiling would be rude and make her a bad person she will not smile ]