Welcome to Gaia! ::

Tamiya adjusted her formal attire, making sure the pleats of her hakama were straight as she sat in wait. A most exciting development had occurred: no sooner had she escaped from the ******** that was the Royal Banquet than she had received a delightful invitation from a child whose name was Arniva Madcap. A glorious and fitting name for an aspiring clown! The contents of the note denoted that more information was sought about the juggalo lifestyle for the young cultist, and frankly, Tamiya was touched. This was her calling: To teach, lead and by proxy purify Alternia with her family of mirthful minstrels. With Comedi gone, she had to fill his large… Very, very large shoes. Tamiya prayed quietly for his soul and took a sip of her beverage.

She hadn’t been waiting for long. Tamiya always arrived promptly and prepared. She had already purchased a huge bagful of tokens, and the circular delicacy known as pizza was well on its way. She hadn’t thought to ask what Arniva liked on her pizza – Tamiya figured they would start with pepperoni. Truly, New Hemisect’s own Chucki Cheese’s was the pinnacle of juggalo initiation. She leaned on the booth to watch other wigglers play in the magical hollow plastic wiggle tubes, enjoy the sounds and sights of glaring sirens, beeping buzzers and the ever flickering bulbs of the few games that just didn’t work very well. She sighed. It was a shame that Sinter apparently had an allergy to whack-a-gerbil, or else she would have invited him instantly. Perhaps exposure therapy and magical sparkledust could cure his fear or sickness or whatever.

No matter. Tamiya had to regain her thoughts. Arniva would be here soon, and the best way to greet another Brother or Sister was with mirth and with open arms. She couldn’t think negative thoughts now or her Clownly Greeting might be marred by highly un-capricious thoughts.

Aha.

Before her, a young juggalo appeared. Delightful, curly hair. Tastefully drippy make-up, whimsical curled shoes. And that hat. The hat was what really – literally – topped it all off. Tamiya stood. “Greetings!” She stuck her hand out whimsically, and out of her sleeve shot a few dried flowers (both comical and ritualistic!). She smiled. “I am, Arniva. What a ******** delight to meet you. Are you hungry for pizza and FAITH?” Tamiya roared. Her nature, while currently overwhelmed with delight, could have been taken by any passerby as ferocious intimidation if not for the context of the cult.

In fact, a few spare trolls did turn around. A few stares from a smattering of trolls seemed to hang on the two curious trolls making each other’s acquaintance in the middle of the fine dining establishment. While the employees kept their heads down (with one employed cult member sharing a honk of solidarity), the “uneducated” trolls couldn’t help but stare. It would be the first test in Tamiya’s initiation for Arniva. She stood with confidence and pride, and her new charge should do the same.

Tamiya looked to the young clown with a grin growing on her face. She had gained an excellent vantage point with her newfound height, releasing a true believer’s honk. Tamiya nodded sagely.

“Yes. Pizza and faith.” She crossed herself whimsically. “You may sit if you so wish. My battle plan this very night is to receive comestibles (the delicious triangular miracle circle that will emerge for us soon), then descend upon the mirthful arcades with full force. Between these two things we can, of course, discuss whatever you would like to cover. I am all yours for this evening to assist you in your ambitions, Arniva.”

The clown gave another brief nod and adjusted herself. She gave a very long glance to the trolls working the establishment, and an immediate quickening of pace followed shortly after. In an instant, a server popped over to their booth – the employed juggalo from before. Tamiya whooped at him, and he whooped at her.

“Can I get you another Shirli Temple?” He asked, his painted grin stretched broad. Tamiya whooped and slammed her hand on the table in confirmation before plucking the cherry from her glass and eating it whole. The employee took her empty glass and looked to the smaller clown. “How ‘bout you, little miss? Anythin’ to drink?”