__Plutonion__

DREAMHOUSE FLOOR the Party, concentrated. The Hate, gilded. The Mansion, exaggerated. There are no fires, because the Arcade Angels don't come here as far as can be discerned, but the caustic blue thick-water more than makes up for the threat of burning. This whole place.. Burning. (((-(__🩷🏠__)-)))

ARCADE ANGEL SIGHTED !! dreamy, dazed, and incendiary. they wander up one by one from the Basement Arcade floor. Strangely, they don't seem to burn even when they ignite themselves. surveillance continues. (((-(__↑(⁠*⁠꒪⁠ヮ⁠꒪⁠*⁠)__)-)))