IC: Through the looking glass...
[So I guess it's still Halloween night and if you're leaving the mess hall after all that partying, you might now find yourself mysteriously situated around a loooong table in the center of the cornfield. Said table is decked out in a variety of tea cups in all designs and sizes, hundreds of little confections and cookies (each shaped like one of the four card suits) and equally creative pots of self-boiling tea. Oh, and Arthur is also sleeping in the center of the table, mysteriously wearing a striped collar of various shades of purple.
Each of our guests might also notice the intricately labeled name card in front of them and of course the new themed outfit they're suddenly wearing (or in some cases still wearing).]
Each of our guests might also notice the intricately labeled name card in front of them and of course the new themed outfit they're suddenly wearing (or in some cases still wearing).]