The wilderness here adjoins a road, with a bus trundling one way or the other every five minutes, and a moped or truck less often than that. White chevrons indicate which way each lane of traffic is to go; there's a sidewalk, with a railing, but it doesn't look like it sees much use.
The website is aimed almost entirely at prospective attendees but there is a Jobs link that divides into applications (for support work like selling concessions) and auditions (for adding an act).
Does it mention or imply anything about how much of a commitment auditioners are making if they're accepted? A minimum number of shows or a timeframe, anything like that?
Well, that doesn't seem like they're operating on a scale of time that's very useful to Lornell. Any travelling ones swinging through nearby?
Well. "Chirun? I don't think it makes sense for me to join someone else's circus right now instead of just finding something useful right away or starting my own act. Maybe with singing and stuff too."
"Well, if you don't book a venue you're just busking, which can be fun but makes incredibly little money because people can free-ride."
"I would probably want to book a venue, then, unless it's too expensive to be worth it! If it's only a little expensive I could probably sell hair or something, it must be worth a lot more than at home . . . unless that means you just don't use it for anything here?"
"- Oh, I can see why those would be a thing that exists here. Well, maybe I can sell hair for wigs." Does the internet think this is financially feasible?
You can sell a healthy long hunk of untreated hair for about a week's worth of rent especially if it is in a rarer color.
Lornell shows Chirun the page of requirements. "Do you know anyone with hair like this who might be willing to go halves with me on selling it?"
"...I think the reason it's so expensive is that people with hair like that want to keep theirs... oh, I guess they wouldn't cut theirs?"
"If I want to see her I usually, like, schedule something, but we can drop by her place whenever and wait for her to show up if you want."
"Then that sounds like a good idea! Maybe we could visit your neighbor with the crows or the one who's fifteen first if you think they might be free and your mom might not be?"
"Sure, we can stop at those apartments on the way out."
Knock knock, crow neighbor. "G'way," squawks a crow.
"G'way! G'way!" says the crow. "Nobody home."
The fifteen-year-old is home and indeed answers the door herself.