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“What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas”. But nothing is happening. Thousands of echoes reach the fronts of these empty goliaths, Where once tourists walked and gawked at the dazzling lights of the hotels. Thousands of gallons of water no longer dance for the masses.” They lie dormant, stagnant, if they remain at all. Once open doors stand barricaded, if not boarded. Once blaring speakers remain silent, bleaching in the harsh desert sun. Once endlessly moving escalators ground to a halt, blocked by out of order signs— What order?, I ask myself, This emptiness is the depth of a chaotic void. “We look forward

Some things simply did not change between realms. The bustle of the streets, the thrum of energy of the crowds… and the need for someone to keep them all safe. What started as a simple exercise to get to know the city of Metis grew into a well-familiar habit for Sabine: a patrol. It hadn’t been intentional-- her feet simply took her to the same areas at the same time of day purely by instinct after a while, but the shopkeepers in the fashion district started asking her to come by from time to time when it became clear that her presence discouraged potential shoplifters. Everyone was wary about the “deadly senshi” cou

“Bowls, idol, scarf, drum, food…” Sabine muttered, looking over the items so meticulously stowed in the wheeled container she usually used for her groceries. Was she forgetting anything? It felt like she was. Because she’d forgotten one of the most important items. “Right, the candle!” She rushed back to her desk, opening one overflowing drawer after another until she found the fat, ocean blue candle she’d bought specifically for this purpose. Doing one last check to make sure she wasn’t forgetting anything else— and assuring herself she wasn’t— she extended the handle of her

The rising volley of angry voices finally broke Sabine out of her reverie. She blinked rapidly, dispelling dots in her vision from staring for far, far too long at a slide under her compound microscope. The sound made her shiver, its familiarity drawing up a surge of fear and worry. A mob. She opened her window and stuck her head out, trying to ascertain just what, exactly, was going on. Her gaze fell upon the gathered group of Sylphs outside the Acropolis’ walls (how had she not heard them earlier), cheering as someone who must have been their leader shouted at another Sylph-- Cordelia? She ground her teeth, noting the mob turning

Mrs. Hannah Schiff, Sailor Dath and administrator of the Senshi Acropolis, slowly trudged through the packed thoroughfare. Sylphs darted to and from the shops on either side of the street, preparing for the Winter Solstice feast and bundled against the unusually cold weather. The old senshi paused to shift the weight of a large shoulder bag, and reposition her cane so as not to slip in the light dusting of snow on the cobblestones. She glanced curiously up at the thick gray clouds and idly noticed that, even with cloud cover such as this, a pale yellow sun could be seen trying to burn away the precipitation. The clouds stuck around however, d