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The mech walrus "marches" up and down the beach, blaring "The Transit of Venus," another Sousa banger. The other walrus seems to shake itself out of its surprise, and realizes that there is a trail of fish. A trail of fish leading away from a crazed purple person that is charging at it. It flops hurriedly along the trail of fish, snarfing them up until it is face to face with the merchant.
"This is quite enough," the Duchess mutters, and begins casting a spell. The mech walrus is incased in a frosty bubble. The Sousa is... much muffled, but the marching beat can still be dimly heard.

Wander whimpers, Is it finally over?

T watches with a face of utter betrayal as what may as well have been a ticket to heaven slowly waddled away from her...

... and towards... the merchant...!

Without even thinking, she began to run towards the merchant, pulling one of her four hands back into a fist, before trying to administer an ABSOLUTE HAYMAKER to the Merchant's face. LIKE, SHE IS TRYING TO KNOCK THIS PERSON OUT. SHE WON'T LOSE IT. SHE WON'T... NOT BEFORE THE PARTY ENDS...!

Ollie cautiously uncurls as the fireworks and noise stop, and begins to slowly chew on his beef jerky. That sweet, sweet beef jerky which has supported him through such hard times.

" oh thank God it's over" he said as he looked at the sky

Wander looks at the moon, "I have to go everyone, sorry!" Wander walks out, and a Jirachi shows up, and they both disappear, Wander waved a goodbye

"Well my dears....I um. This has been interesting thank you duchess for the party" she began reaching up to remove her mask. "I will warn you folks, my eyes are very.. different."

The Merchant was still half clinging to the bluffs, doing his best not to trip over his cape. It’s when he’s almost off that the walrus was uncomfortably close, that he realised that he had not thought that far ahead.

Gingerly, he dangled a fish above the walrus’ head, edging away from the huge teeth. Another hand trying to unclasp the locket off.

Neither hands were free unfortunately to face the purple one’s wrath, and he fumbled around, unsure where to go. “N-now wait—!”

Rhens looked over the events, smiling as a distortion in the world appeared behind him. He gave a polite bow and was pulled inside. This would be an event he would remember for many years to come.

Nexus finally picked herself from the ground, shrugging off her emotional panic. The fireworks and memories of burning castle walls still hung in her mind. She stepped away from the bluff in a shaking state, stepping back to take a seat before she caught sight of the equally startled canine.
She reached down to give the dog a gentle pat on the head. Ollie was a good boy.

And since the merchant did not respond to dodge the haymaker..

It landed, as T let out a competely enraged grunt before trying to unclasp and yank off the locket. I'm sorry. We can't end it until someone has the locket....!!

Unnoticed in the absolute chaos, the final petal falls from the rose of hospitality, and suddenly, the scene begins to fade into white.

T Mori's fist goes through the now ghostly shape of the merchant, and she abruptly finds herself laying in her own warm bed. "You surprised me," comes the Duchess' voice, whispering into T Mori's ear.

The merchant manages to just barely pull the locket off of the walrus before it, too, fades into ghostly white, and he is back home in his own bed -- but clutching a locket. It feels faintly magical, but what could it be?

The other party guests will find themselves in their own beds, or bed equivalents, each clutching a special party favor of their own to remember the evening by.