People slowly trickled into the auditorium where the arts presentation would be held. All the arts were represented, there was going to be a play, a dance show, a paint exhibit, a short story reading, a poetry slam, you name it. But none were outside yet...backstage were where the fun was happening.
Backstage, fights were starting to break out. People arguing about which art was better, and soon the fights were so severe the security guards had to get into it. Paintings were being smashed, dance shoes flying around, stories and poems being torn apart, fires being lit, scripts being--
Wait. Fire?
A fire started to burn, making everyone jump out of the way and wave the smoke away. shraeye found the fire extinguisher and blew out the fire. There was only one casualty. mail-mi was sprawled across the floor, skin seared almost to the bone.
Who could have done this? It was up to the artists to find out!
Day 1 start!
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