Reductio ad Absurdum

Thin, almost to the point of being vaporous, liquid within hollowed oblong fruits is served to all the surviving competitors. So tasty.

Merrisol accepts his and drinks it with just a cursory eyeballing. To his mind, however, the worst this Shadow has to offer has already happened.

Ruby takes hers with the carefree attitude of someone still celebrating a 'winning' high. She swings it around to accompany her less composed attitude and tosses it back.

Streamers slip steadily from the sky in a celebratory haze, though in honour of the winner's style-choice, they are a rubbery composition that flops off heads and bounces randomly upon hitting the ground, tripping up the unwary.

Ruby blinks and tries to watch her step. Still in the midst of trying to find the right way to wave off folks that jibber jabber, in a way that is ironically worse than she thinks other have to deal with. She squishes a few streamers and peers about for officials and the like.

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