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[Dixie is a girl with notable red fox features (ears, tail, tapetum lucidum), who tends towards pretty, casual, feminine outfits. It is not possible to tell a Family affiliation from her wardrobe aesthetic. Her age is eerily indeterminate, though she does vibe as being on the older side.

She can often be found sitting on the edge of the stage smoking her pipe between (or sometimes during?) ongoing performances.

Alternatively, if she’s given you the map to one of her hangout spots, you can easily find her there if you follow it.

Hit her up for whatever!]

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[she is sipping leisurely, yeah! happy to sit and shoot the shit]

Oh, they’re not just for him. Y’all made a good impression on little old me, of course I wouldn’t leave any of Cirrus out ☆

[taking a seat with his own cup]

Oh, good. I'd hate to think we left a bad one.

[laughs]

Were you worried about it? I’m not like the Dame, you know.

No offense, but we don't really know what any of you are like.

Well, you know we’re all the type to choose to run performances. It takes a certain kind of personality.

That, or some very specific motivation. What do you fuckers get out of running performances, anyway? Aside from watching us all lose our shit.

The losing your shit part doesn’t really matter to all of us. I think enough of us have taken a turn you can see we all get a kick outta something different about our performances.

[she’s quiet for a little bit, looking down into her drink; her ears have slanted back into her hair]

There’s some things Producers can’t talk about direct, dearest bird. But I’ll say it as close as I can.

If you felt backed into a real shithole, where all you could do was either keep sinking deeper in the pit or grab a rope made out of barbed wire, what would you pick?

Well, when you put it like that... Grab the rope.

That’s what I did.

[tips her cup up and drains it to the dregs]

And some Producers did it because they like the blood when the metal digs into someone’s hands, and some did it just to be out of there, and some did it out of some misguided attempt at grabbing someone else’s hand next time, and some did it for no reason I can figure out at all, because they’re weird.

We can do a little more for it now, sure. Don’t ever start thinking we’re that much different from you, though.

[reaching over to refill her cup]

Gotta say, it sure doesn't look that way from the stage.

That’s stage magic, love! In more ways than one. Thanks.

You're welcome.

[inclines her head a little]

Question: if you could get anything out of this mess and noise, what would you want?

This isn’t a trick.

I'd settle for getting back to Port Manteau in one piece and still having a fucking job when I do.

Edited 2024-11-15 03:11 (UTC)

[considers this one]

And if you couldn’t have that?

Well, where does not having either of those things leave me? Trapped on this fucking hell boat forever?

…

It probably won’t come to that.

Which means it's still on the table.

I’m pretty sure it wasn’t before. So it shouldn’t be this time either.

What do you mean before?

[she chews her lip, visibly considering how to answer that one]

…you’re not being shown the history as a lark, love.

Yeah, I heard about the windmills. Were you around for that?

I’m not an Astrologist.

Sure, but I heard they were tying all kinds of people to those fucking windmills.

If you see my dramatic backstory it’ll be somewhere else.

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