The Crucible of Creation

Having successfully evaded security, our tragedians arrive at the mall’s central fountain, which is mocked up with lights to look like fire. There they brave a multi-character convergence with an old man mid-flashback, a mischievous set of bowlers, and Blair’s crush from the escalator. Chaos looms by the food court, and in the dust out back, just shy of the megaplex, where wicked beacons call.