Esme

Esme dreaded her act, so she asked Jen. "Am I acting today?!" She said in worry.

(Ooh, what about 1945? it is when the circus is in it's height after all, and right before it goes out of popularity?)

"Well, I guess, at least what you're doing is real, Miss Jen.", They laughed. "And, might I say your voice is lovely, it puts the canary to shame." Adelaide nodded back to Jen and followed after her, off put by the tent- tempted to run back outside and stay out there.

Asuriel approched the rest of the group. "So, what's the act lineup today?" She asked, checking for any sing of a breakfast. She knew that if there was one, it'd be as bad as last nights dinner, but she still had to eat.

"No clue.", Bennet replied, choosing to skip breakfast. "Though I'm positive Adelaide is going to be on. Their act is pretty big." He added. Bennet felt bad for the poor thing; their act was slowly driving them mad. He crossed his arms and tilted against the nearest verticle object. Bennet softly felt the scar on his face, hoping that his act was going to turn out well. Like he always did. Bennet still had horrors about the evening the beast tamer got haughty, giving him the crooked scar in his flesh.

Benderson

Benderson felt ill. His cigarette was hanging from his mouth, smoke puffing out. He let out a massive cough. "Well, the show is going to start any minute now..."

(Like I said, wait until Blue says when things are going to happen. Especially since we don't know when she wants the show to start.)

(Sure! 1945 works.)
Jen walked towards the center of the tent. She smiled. "Thank you dear Adelaide." She said. She looked at Esme and nodded. "I believe near everyone should be acting today at some point. You'll have to ask au.. Miss Misty to see when. We have two different shows today." She said.

(Sounds stellar!)
Adelaide trailed her, a smile on their pale face. They gained a skip in their step when Jen called them 'dear Adelaide'. It was appreaciated, very much.
Though, their posture wilted when the mention of having to perform again. "Why do I always have to perform- it isn't at all fun for me anymore.", They huffed quietly, glancing down. It was especially miserable for them because of the toll the ability was starting to take on their tiny body. Adelaide did know why they had to, but it didn't stop them from complaining about how much of a pain it was.

(I hope you don't mind if Jen becomes Adelaide's "person", she seemes to be the only person Adelaide could actually trust in that way.)

(Ya, that is perfectly fine!)
Jen took Adelaide's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I know. Your act is just really popular. I am sorry though. I'll talk to Miss Misty and see if she can give you a break in tomorrow's shows." She whispered. She gave them a reassuring smile then looked around.
There was a loud, almost indecipherable screaming as Misty walked into the main tent. "Lillian died while running away last night! Damnit! Robin! Benderson! One of you will have to take over her act in the second show. I don't care which of you do!" She yelled. Jen flinched but quickly pulled Adelaide and Esme out of Misty's path as she stomped past.

Benderson

Benderson sighed. He could ask if he could firewalk. Unlike being a target for knives, firewalking made him feel nice and warm. "Misty? I can do the act today, maybe firewalking? The crowd always is going wild when I fire walk."