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[ Invited guests to Glacies' and Sorrel's graduation party won't have to go far to get to it—it's at the familiar Shinjuku Gyoen! Interestingly, despite the season being at peak heat, today is a pleasant warm with a cool breeze, making the outside graduation party bearable. The party space itself is a garden maze of bushes that reach about waist-high—tall enough that you couldn't jump over the maze but short enough that you can very much see the party—with the occasional tall bamboo stalk. Each stalk connects to the next with pep!pep! blue and LiliS green streamers, and they all notably have wish tags on them—perhaps with previously-written wishes on them, though all of them skew toward some sort of wish for happiness.

Enter the garden maze and you'll see the ground is indeed dirt and grass and stone pavement, but with an overlay of the night sky similar to Tanabata in Tokyo-F—this time, however, the stars are all colors of imeeji's idols. You'll primarily find green and blue stars, but every color is there (with the darker colors encircled by white halos)—even BARiTONES. The star flooring is broken up by a number of gazebos set up for people to mingle and party, the gazebos themselves arranged somewhat like a Milky Way patterning.

Within each gazebo you'll find a variety of foods that would accommodate anyone and everyone with whatever diets and preferences they have, including but not limited to burgers, ramen, sushi, vegetarian hotpot, yakisoba, and more. Plus, one gazebo, dedicated entirely to beverages, has a tea station for anyone to mix leaves to make their own blends, pick out a pre-made blend, or even get tea drinks like bubble tea if they want!

One gazebo stands out from the rest: it stands taller, with twin staircases—with rails that are covered in white cosmos, morning glories, and lisianthuses— that rise to a second level of gazebo where Glacies' and Sorrel's chairs—fashioned like thrones that look reminiscent of the one in Absinthe's party, to those who went—are set. They're less pushed together and more a single throne with two seats, and here they can view all who enter their domain of party. Before them is, of course, their table, which has a standing microphone should either of them like to give a speech.

There are no graduation doors in sight, nor really any congratulatory message that would indicate as such (though one could guess this was probably beyond the budget of eccentric party-havers). The single graduation door is, instead, situated on the back of the throne itself, only able to be opened from behind so that, whenever they're ready, the two disappear behind the throne like a magic trick. ]

[ BARiTONES and CR will receive a text message—an invitation to Absinthe's graduation, and a location on Goregle maps. When they get there, they'll see the orange sky burn against the building—or, no. Wait. That might actually be fire on the building. It's perfectly safe though. The fires don't seem to be spreading, instead staying in their spots as though they were more like idle animations rather than actually fire.

The decor inside the building completely clashes its outside—there are also fires here, self-contained (but still hot! don't touch them!), but the interior is wrought iron twisted into grand statues and staircases, and the walls are carved marble. The whole place is in shambles—the staircase rails are bent and rusted, the statues are dented and flaking, the marble walls are cracked and chipped, and all of this doesn't look great for the structural integrity, but it's fine, really. The roof, as earlier noted, is on fire, and also punctured: the junkheap fires inside the warehouse seem to correlate with the holes in the roof, as though there was a small meteorite shower localized entirely to this specific building. There's a microphone on the collapsing throne chair, if anyone would like to make a speech.

( dubious food )

At the base of the centermost staircase is a false tile marked as such; Absinthe needs only to stand on it for the staircase to invert, descending rather than ascending—black-marbled and shining without a single crack, rather than dented and rusted metal—and red carpet rolls out with a bounce, paving the way to the latticed glass door with an eerie blue glow, reminiscent of Amaurot's architecture.

What looks like a fanciful coat rack stands at the first descending step of the staircase, and hung from it is a certain dark robe, along with a mask. ]