Microchip should be afraid!!!!!

NAME: Peanut

NAME OF GROUP\BAND\ACT:  The flying Nuts

Other group memebers:  Crystal Midnight, Wisty, and Blake.

Tpye of act [music, magic, peotry, comedy, act, etc]: Cictrus acts

Total space needed: Less than 10 sq feet

Instruments or props needed: long rope, pole, Tasperty not as in art, but the other kind, gaint ballon, makeup, nuts.

Wardrobe or customes: Nut hat.

Additional servies: None

Danger level: 3

Requirements for dressing room: None.

Please describe your act: We will be walking across the rope 5 feet off the ground. we will be swinging across the stage on the tapstery. We will threw the gaint ballon around. Makeup for clown faces and the nuts will be used for juggling a seeing how many nuts you can put in are mouth. 

Dymond Prickles

Dymond, The Amazing Sword Swallowing Hedgehog

Jo-Jo, the hamster who carries my swords

Sword swallowing

About 2 square ft.

20 hedgehog sized steel swords, and three fire hoops

A golden tiara and silver tap shoes, and a top hat for Jo-Jo

a hedge hog sized trapeze

none for the audience, but considerable danger for me

salted caramel truffles

I will be swallowing many swords and doing plenty of acrobatics/tap dancing too.You will see me leap while swallowing 3 swords, tap dance while spinning fire hoops and swallowing MORE swords,  jump from a trapeze and land on my feet, and finish it off by singing an amazing suprise song.I'm sorry, but I don't know how to make a promotional poster.

Sydna Paralian

The Seaside Sillies

Oysta and Lobsta Fysh, and Crab E.Saand

music

less than ten square feet

1shellfish sized saxophone, prefarably polka-dot

none, we provide our own tailored tuxedos

3 shellfish sized microphones

danger level-1

deep fried plankton

WE shall be peforming traditional undersea jazz songs such as "Down By The Old Deep Sea", "It's Too Whangin' Wavy", "Swirl, Swirl Seal", and "The Tidal Bop". With Crab on the sax, Oysta and Lobsta dancing and humming in the backround, and your's truly singin' beuatifully, It all makes for a lovely show.The premotional poster might come later.(maybe) 

Alright, time to get Thimble back on the road. (And reawaken the Bog & Burrow while I'm at it.)

@Moonshadow - What if Thimble and Scarlet run into each other here? 

Charrie update: So, Thimble was turned evil by Jaaws. I'd like her to get un-evilized, but I think she'd have to find Sylvia for that. (But that's a good thing for the plot, since Sylvia needs to be found anyway.)

She's trying to avoid any Capto Abolere members that might recognize her, and in the meantime collect as much information as she can about all of Kyngdom's happenings. If/when she bumps into Scarlet, she'll hide her true intentions out of fear. Then she can get sucked into the mission with the labyrinth tunnels, and then 'stumble' across Sylvia! Maybe Jaaws controls Thimble and wants her to find Sylvia and lead the SAPs to her, but then Sylvia turns Thimble good.

Thimble~

I scurry into the Bog and Burrow Inn, passing by a group of hares drinking parsley soda right next to the entrance. Their laughter grates on my ears and I hurry past.

The Inn is busy tonight. Almost all the tables are full of animals talking and having a good time. Up on stage, a band called The Seaside Sillies is performing a jazz song about the ocean. Well, it's not my kind of music, but at least it's not Killa Thrilla and the Spikes from last night.

I keep my eyes peeled for any familiar faces. So far I don't see anyone I know, and it's not like they'd recognize me anyway now that I've taken to rolling myself in charcoal dust. But still--I can't risk it. So I hurry to the side of the Bog and Burrow designed for small animals and wait to give my order, stuffed crickets with sauce on the side.

~To be continued~

By the way, we should decide what's been going on with Capto Abolere lately. Do you think they would've allied themselves with BIG, FaFA, and everyone else, or would it be more likely that Capense kept them separate?

Scarlet~

The Bog & Burrow. It's been awhile. I used to come quite often, but that was before things started happening. Before I got...well...busy.

I make my way to the far end of the restaurant, sitting down in a booth by the wall. I order a bowl of sautéed mealworms. On stage, the Seaside Sealies finish a number, bowing as the audience claps. I glance idly around the room. A group of coyotes are laughing their heads off by the window. A porcupine fidgets with one of his quills. A wolf watches everyone with intense blue eyes. As my eyes flick to the small tables, I notice a black mouse. Just another customer, and yet...something about her...she seems familiar. But I've never known a black mouse.

My mealworms arrive, but I'm suddenly not hungry anymore. I need to get closer.

I stand and walk nonchantly past the small animal section, turning and looking behind me at the last moment. The mouse locks eyes with me. And then--no. It can't be...but yet...I know those eyes. That face...

I step closer to her table, keeping my eyes locked on hers. "Thimble?"