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[amity_npc]

The area in front of Town Hall has been flooded with what might be described as a block party if it didn't extend for several blocks in three directions. Celebrants, food vendors, sellers of merchandise authorized and un-, meld into a happy chaos. A bandstand at the center hosts the only organized parts of the proceedings

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[ghostzone_npc]

His next words are drowned out by a sudden power chord from the bandstand. Pop diva Britney Britney stops singing and starts coughing as a cloud of purple smoke surrounds her.

[amity_npc]

"Thanks, Val!" calls Danny. "Okay, folks, let's turn the tables on this one-hit wonder!"

He turns to Ember and starts chanting: "Get off the stage! Get off the stage!"

[amity_npc]

"Get off the stage!" Valerie joins in. "Get off the stage!"

[ami_imperfect]

"Get off the stage! Get off the stage!" Dani echoes.

[bringnewjokes]

Sam looks from the bewildered Ember to Britney Britney, who is sitting at the side of the stage and bawling for her agent.

"I can't believe I'm saying this... but do we have to?"

[chicksdigtucker]

Tucker elbows her.

[bringnewjokes]

"Oh, all right... but I still think she's the lesser of two evils. Get off the stage! Get off the stage!"

[ghostzone_npc]

Ember is slumping, and the flames of her hair have dwindled to the merest spark. What she's saying can't be heard over the chanting of the crowd, but it might as well be "Oh, what a world, what a world!"

[amity_npc]

Valerie gestures at the Phantoms. "You wanna do the honors?"

[amity_npc]

Danny shrugs at Dani and raises a fist. "Once, twice, shoot!"

[ami_imperfect]

Dani grins and follows his lead, throwing scissors.

[amity_npc]

Danny throws paper. (Thank goodness for imperfect cloning, or we'd probably have an always-tied gag.)

"She's all yours."

[ami_imperfect]

"Thank you," Dani replies in a mock-elegant tone, with an equally mock-elegant bow in Danny's direction.

She then wastes no time in pulling out a Fenton Thermos, aiming it at Ember and pulling off the top.

[ghostzone_npc]

This is probably the closest a Fenton Thermos has ever gotten to being used for normal thermos purposes, because Ember is so weak from the crowd's derision that she's nearly a liquid. A mop would have worked just as well.

[amity_npc]

The audience don't seem to mind; they erupt into cheers all the same.