[ Somewhere in Adstringendum, there is a man standing on a circular stage. The area around him is desolate. Barren. The light from the outside world only comes in through fractured windowpanes, skittering across the the ground only to be refracted off of pools of dank, almost brackish water. ]
Come one, and come all to the largest celebration of
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Where are you having this thing?
((OOC: I think Jotaro's going to look for trouble... XD))
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