"Let's check out the Big Top!" Tamako says, poking it's picture on the map, and then at the nearly collapsed tent. Kamiko obliges, and as they approach the derelict marquee they spot a sign placed in front of a rope fence that surrounds the entirety of the structure. It reads:

-MAIN STREET BIG TOP-

This quaint, 104 meter tall cotton tent was known since the founding of Clown City as it's center for the finest performances the town had to offer and played an influential role in it's the growth of both it's culture and economic power. For it's time, it had many tricks built into it. Tunnels were dug to assist with magician's and their craft, or for clowns to comically pop-up from no where amongst the crowd or into other parts of the ring. There were even cannons and pipes that smoke was pumped through to give off a suspenseful aura. However, time passes on and though It was kept well preserved as a historic site, this designation meant it was not fitted with any future amenities, such as electricity or indoor plumbing. It was said to be the 'purest' stage for a clown to perform, as there wasn't any modern tricks to fall back on. Unfortunately, some of the first signs of the clown's horrible fate appeared here, as the shows became more macabre and dangerous. This ultimately leading to a "temporary" shutdown after public outcry. It never opened again.

"Alright, wait for me here." Kamiko says, putting the changeling down near the sign and approaching the fiber blockade.

"So you are just gonna leave me here alone where any clown ghost could come and scoop me up?" Tamako protests.

The large woman contemplates this hard for a moment and then says, "No, I suppose you are right. Fine, but stick close and don't touch anything."

Tamako glances around to make sure the coast is clear, but they haven't spotted any other people besides the front desk worker since they've been here. Kamiko has already casually stepped over the barrier, and started to walk to the entrance flap. Tamako follows, and the enter slowly, carefully taking in the scene before them.

Though quite large, nearly half of the tent has collapsed in on itself, turning the center ring into more of a ternary stage. The only light is from an open gash in the fabric near the central beam. The rotting fabric gives the air a stagnant, earthy smell. Debris covers the floor, and much of the circus equipment is broken and upturned. All along the edges of the tent are bleacher rounded to conform to the tent's interior. The only sound is the wind, but Tamako swears she can hear the distant, perhaps ghostly, sound of honking noses and squeaky shoes.