'You know how I said I can't wait for the party? Well, I very much can, I was lying for fun, sorry.'
Yeah, I still need more information to prepare a cleaner escape, but I have a few ideas right now. One idea I have is to hide as decoration and move across the walls. It has been proven that I can mimic decoration very well, but there are a few problems with this idea. The biggest problem is how many people can have their eyes on me at once, and the fact that it would take way too long to do it cleanly, so my current best idea is to attach myself to one of the people and have them get me out of here. The next question is, who should I hang on to: a party guest, a servant, or a guard? Guards are immediately out of the running, as I assume most of them have a rundown on my escape attempt, a servant is very consistent in their path throughout a party because they're working but they have the same issue as a guard as I assume they are also aware of my escapade, so that only leaves a guest.
But there comes the biggest hurdle in any plan, luck. I don't know if the party guests will notice me or if they will even be leaving soon, cause the longer they are at the party, the riskier it is for me. I will just have to find a mark at the party. There are three days left till the party, so until then it is best to keep practicing and collecting information.
Thus continued my training arc.
...
"Wow, this place sure is something."
A lone man carrying a briefcase full of an assortment of props, wearing a purple and black jester outfit with a broken jester hat missing one of the two dangles, with a bell on the end of it. He has light pink hair and bags under his eyes. He has a poorly painted diamond shape on both cheeks, matching the colors of his suit, purple and black. This young man is currently at the main entrance of the Roslin family estate, gawking at the wide variety of entertainers hired to perform at the celebration this evening. All kinds of people, from scantily clad dancers, beautiful singers with long flowing hair, multiple groups of musicians hoisting every kind of instrument, and one lone comedian, were invited to attend. As per the Matriarch of the family's wishes, she gives a few performers a chance to do what they aspire to, so every time there is a celebration, she always hires up-and-coming entertainers to perform a few acts.
This poor young man was performing on the fourth ring's main road when Miss Roslin saw him and decided to take pity on him and give him a chance. He performs a strange variety act, the likes of which she hasn't seen before. Thus, Huso the clown walks onto the property with his bells jingling side to side as he moves. He was given the opportunity of his life to perform at the Roslin estate.
He resolves himself there not to fail in his performance because his success won't just determine his own future, but the future of his art form.
...
'These are my two guards for the night, and I can tell I love them already'
"Woo-hoo, today is the day of the party, are you excited, William?"
"Barry, we will only be next to this guy all night, I'm stoked."
They have basically already told me everything that's going to happen today at the party. The first part of the party is the gathering. Starting from 3 pm to 6 pm, people will slowly arrive until the main festivities start, where the Grand Dame will give a speech. The next part is where I will make the center stage, the gift exchange. After the speeches, everyone in attendance will present their gifts to Miera herself. After that comes the entertainment section, where many performers will show their art to entertain the crowd, and then the party ends at 2 am.
From what I can gather, my best time to escape is with one of the performers as they leave as soon as they are done on stage. My two biggest problems right now are one, what security they will have for me there, and two, my tentacles. I only have two tentacles left after my last escape, but luckily, the speed of regeneration seems to be much faster. In just four days, I have regrown to about the length of the tip of your pinky, but that still isn't enough to be fully functional. It will take, by my estimation, 1 month to be as good as new, which really isn't enough time. So, this whole plan I have to complete with just two functioning tentacles.
But back to good news is I have been mostly focusing on mimicry training these past few days, and from what I can tell, I can now do a full human leg convincingly, on my way to pretending to be a man.
...
For the third time, Huso was looking over the props he was going to use tonight. He has an assortment of colorful balloons and a variety of strange objects like large fishing hooks and daggers meant for juggling. He even has fake blood packs meant to scare the audience. when a group of dancers approached him.
"Hmm, are you the act after ours?"
An olive-skinned dancer asks Huso with her two identical sisters behind her.
"Hello, I am Huso, and you are correct, Vattelle of the thunder sisters, it's nice to meet you," Huso says back to Vattelle with a large smile plastered on his face.
"I can't say the same, wannabe. Let me teach you from one performer to another. Leave quickly, before you embarrass yourself."
Hosu was very shocked by the unusual cruelty of Vattelle. He had seen her perform many times, so he was very lost on the shift in personality.
"I'm sorry, Vattelle, have I done something to offend you?"
"Yes, in fact, you have. Every performer here has spent lots of time and energy to master their craft and earn the right to appear here, too, cater this event, and you, a man we have never heard of, just get to perform with us like equals? Now, how is that fair?"
This was something Huso was thinking about. He believes he doesn't deserve this either and that he was just lucky. He has been a street performer for years and has never drawn a crowd to any performance. But just then, a man with an obviously fake mustache and top hat stands right next to Huso and surprisingly defends him.
"Hey, he was chosen to be here just like everyone else, so why don't you go and stretch or something, Orchid?"
"She's orchid. I'm Vallette."
"Really? Cause I could have sworn that the one that's a massive bitch was Orchid. Am I confused?"
The girls start whispering between themselves, and eventually they smile and turn away, and head back to their area. The magician turns to Huso and puts out his left hand for a handshake.
"Hi, I'm Nero, a performing magician. I mostly work in the second ring. It's nice to meet you."
"Hi, I'm Huso, I'm a clown. I work in the fourth ring, and I'm a big fan of yours, Nero. My mom used to take me to your old shows."
"Hello Huso, thank you for your patronage, but I came to warn you. Performing for the Roslin's is a big part of a performer's career, so everyone here is trying their best to look good. Some try underhanded stuff like shaking up people's confidence before the show, I would ignore others, and do your best tonight.
Hosu breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that. He had been worried about his act, so he was happy to hear these words of confidence.
"Thank you, I really needed to hear that."
"You said you're a clown, right? I have never heard of that before. Can you tell me what you do?"
"It is an act that my mom used to tell me stories about, so I thought I became inspired to perform them myself. Basically, I do a lot of visual gags and pranks on the audience. Kind of like a comedian mixed with a magician. I have to clean my props back up so I'm ready on stage, so good luck, Nero."
"Oh, I have all the luck I need, but thank you anyway."
...
It's been a few hours, and finally, something is happening on my end. Two more people enter carrying a strange tank with runes covering the side edges of the tank; these two people are Beau and Muk.
"Hey little octopus, we are here to present you to Meira. It's finally your time to shine, buddy, make us proud."
"And just like you, Muk, all it has to do is sit there and look pretty."
"I think you're spending too much time around Oscar."
They then proceed to open the tank housing me and place the strange glass container upside down above me.
'What's their plan to get me in there?'
Suddenly all the water in my tank, including myself, starts to get sucked into the strange tank there holding. I tried resisting it, but the suction force was too strong when I only had two working tentacles, so I got sucked into this small circular tank. They then immediately closed the tank with another tight lid, and just like that, I was moved. Honestly this is seriously starting to piss me off.
I have been a prisoner of theirs for over 5 days. I'm an octopus, and yet I have been held captive with no way, even remotely possible to slip away. Truly, the greatest embarrassment of my life is now, but I'm willing to risk my life to get out of here now. I was terrified of that lady intimidating me earlier; she was strong, smart, and clearly evil, but her words had an impact on me. Why did I want to be free? Was it just because it's my instincts or because of my personality I gained from the moss?
After eating that moss, I have gained intelligence and haven't had time to come to terms with what it has done to me. Where does my intelligence come from? Why do I have this alien knowledge in my mind? I don't have all the info I need yet to answer these complex questions, but I know this: I am fucking awesome. I'm getting out of here, and there is no way these incredibly obvious evil ladies are torturing me for the rest of my life. This might be dumb, but honest, I don't care, let get the fuck out of here.