Sabra La Tau

Who: Everyone
Where: The Arena
When: Day 280, morning
What: :) :) :)!!

[As soon as your torches relight -- or slightly before, is that even possible? -- Mirror's call tugs you out of your beds and towards the arena. For those of you who feel it, it's unusually persistent and difficult to resist today. Like a glass hook caught around your legs, pulling you along without caring much about your feelings on the matter.

Mirror's statue perches on her throne, the usual silver of her statue subtly altered. Glassy, almost translucent in areas, but still deeply reflective. More disturbing still is the layout in the arena today: a parody of the Good End celebrations you've seen for your teammates, with tall glass boxes replacing team banners and tables (marked in team colors) filled with nothing but plates of glass shards and bottles of clear vodka.

Except for Bunnycorn's table. They get (alcoholic) punch and nachos.]

Are you all here yet? I hope so. This is going to be fun.

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