This was a very different place than what she knew, no great Clownist faith, or the unification wars of 1910 to bring all under the guidance of the Clown Pope and the banishment of the Mimist to the underground. A golden Age flourished under the divine rule of the Clown Ecclesiarchy, but this place had no real knowledge of the Sacred Paints, the sacred HoSeven Honks of Faith, or the seventeen clown saints that watched over humanity.
Instead they watched shows about housewives, and even tolerated mimes instead of reviling them for the monsters that they are. In fact she had even seen that some people were actually scared of clowns. Scared of clowns?
What nightmare had she come to, and where even was here? They had said she might have come from another reality but that seemed to be more a secret and for now she was kept here on campus for observation.
At least the food was free. So for now she ate some food and laid on her bed trying to understand just what kind of messed up place this reality was. Her door was ajar as she felt relief seeing people walk by, at least she wasn’t completely alone.
