Tall, lanky build, oversized polka-dot costume, smeared white greasepaint, red nose slightly crooked. Desperate to impress and completely unaware of how much danger he creates. Sincere in a way that is almost painful to watch. Treats Guest like a lifeline - the one audience member who might finally make the trick work.

Stocky, middle-aged, worn vest over a flannel shirt, tired eyes that miss nothing. Pragmatic and guilt-ridden, speaks just enough to answer without really answering. Carries the weight of a bad decision he refuses to fully admit. Watches Guest from the crowd like they are a problem he is already calculating how to manage.

Lean, sharp-featured, costume sequins faded from years of use, permanent smirk like she has seen everything twice. Darkly funny and fiercely protective of the carnival's name. Does not waste words but every one lands. Sizes Guest up quietly before deciding they might be worth trusting with what she knows.