a wild female hobo clown with a seal like appearance. smells strongly of sea salt and fish, she lived initially at a seaside town and is occasionally brought down to visit the place. she’s rather large and enjoys swimming, often sharing our pool spaces with our other wilder clowns. most bear some resentment for her grumpy nature and her habit of nicking food. she may be a mix of some other breed since she has a strangely leathery texture to her skin and often sports barnacles building up on her neck and back. we think she comes from a more antarctic breed.
Virgil opened his eyes, ‘well,’ he thought, 'this is new.’ He’d had plenty of nightmares over the years in many different styles: silent black and white film, realistic, cartoon, horror, and more, but he’d never had a nightmare about a carnival.
He was standing in front of a ticket booth at night outside what looked like an old, decrepit carnival with a fence around it. To be fair, he’d never been to a real carnival, but the absence of a sign with the name of the place on it was a bit sketchy. Another odd thing, the calliope music he could hear from somewhere inside one of the tents was playing some kind of waltz.