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The arena is brightly lit. In the center of it is a square platform, and next to the platform seats, in two rings, all around the space. It seems like a rather small platform for the finals, compared to massive space of the duel arena, but there seems to be a reason.

"ALL VISITORS AND CONTESTANTS, WELCOME TO THE SENSATIONAL TRADING CARD GAME FINALS."

Immediately, about five spotlights, all orange, light up the center stage. One of them has a bat silhouette on it. "May we invite our fantastic finals duelists for a treat of their lives. Settle in now, everyone settle in!"

There's a lot artificially generated cheering and whoops, and when the last of the arrivals have seated-

- The platform below folds open, to reveal that they are actually standing ON THE TOP OF A MOTHERF*CKING BLIMP. It's a little more bat-shaped and edgy, covered in spiders, but it does its trick as thousands of batling minipets take to the sky and rise it up, up, very slowly into the air.

"Hang onto your clothing and hats because the ride is just getting started so all spectators cheer for your favourite duelist and may the best win!"

It's a little chilly and the bat blimp is still rising, but at least the view is impeccable.

Deacon had come to check out the finals of the stupid card game he'd been trying to avoid getting sucked into for as long as it had begun to come into popularity. Sure, he had cards. Granted he used most of them as bookmarks or drink coasters, but it still meant he owned them. If they were ever valuable, they certainly weren't anymore.

The bakeneko didn't even have a dedicated interest in the event. He was just bored, wanted to see what all the fuss was about, and probably laugh at the losers just because he could.

He hadn't planned on being there long, and in fact since he had learned that Yuki had somehow made it this far haste was actually important. The ghost being distracted meant that Deacon had more time to try and get into his dorm without permission to look for anything he might want to take off his hands.

Of course, just as his fate typically went, plans did not go in his favor. As soon as the platform revealed itself as a flying arena of some sort, Deacon was less bothered by how ridiculous it all was, and just pissed off that he couldn't jump off. Unless he wanted to suffer dissipation or at least broken bones in result, which was never appealing...

"Well, ******** it all." Deacon growled to himself, loud as it was. He dropped into a seat and crossed his arms in annoyance, actively glaring down at the finalists like they were to blame for his misfortune. Which, really, they kind of were.

Then, the following thought also occurred to Alpinely: it would have been spooktacular if she had succeeded in convincing Danirate (and whether Alpinely knew or not that the other vampire student would refer to Alpinely's usual ways of supposedly rather simply convincing him as tenacious but somehow subtle torture was quite besides the point) to be here as well so as to be a part of the spectating creeple of this tournament's finals. This line of thinking had her preoccupied with her thoughts for some moments. She did note to herself now though that how Danirate has been interacting with her lately was a bit different from what she has become accustomed to since initially beginning to get to know him. She went on to wonder why this is what she was making an observation of with regards to recent interactions with him. Could he be keeping to himself about a new project of some kind? Well, if that was the case, she wanted to ask him about the possibility at the next opportunity to do so. And thus, Alpinely resolved to investigate what Danirate could be up to when she saw him next before turning her attention back to the current events. Well, she did add at this point before really derailing her thoughts on these matters that he did teach her (with her great insistence that she may or may not be remembering right now) how to play this TCG, so she could not firmly grasp in her mind why he had endeavored and succeeded to put his foot down and end up really not attending this chance to be audience to players who have reached tournament finals of a game he taught her with what appeared to her to be readily comprehending and spooktacularly imparting ease.

Anyway, her head was now back in the spooktacular here and now. And, Alpinely was quick to regain her energetic state after making the full shift in gears in her mind's gadgetry proceedings.

This way and that way her head turned in looking at her surroundings, seeing again as well as new additions she noted of the various sights around her. A growl registered in her mind and her gaze followed the cue to locate the growl's source. And then, she waved a flailingly bright greeting with both hands.

And in continuing this more detailed present watch of the spectators' area, Alpinely saw Uru and he was with someone beside him next. And she waved that same wave in greeting to them both, too.

Yes, she was seemingly made of crazy energy.

Seeing all the hype, Bartholomew Blackhorn was a tad bit upset that he hadn't participated in the trading card game himself. The whole thing appeared to be rather extravagant. Unfortunately, though, he had been rather busy with some family business and between staying on top of his homework, keeping a social life, and just dealing with life, Bart had not had the time for my by way of extracurriculars. It was rather nice, though, that even from school he was able to keep his finger on the pulse of the family business and even help out from time to time.

Bart settled into his seat and looked around, a bit sad to see that no one he knew well was spectating also. He was rather certain though, that most of his friends were participating in the event itself. Still, he settled down and waited for the tournament to begin. His eyebrow rose as the announcement told them all to hang on to their clothes. Weary that one of his beloved suits might get ruined, Bart did as he was told. As soon as the wind kicked up, Bart was glad that his tie was clipped down. It would have been rather embarrassing if it would have flown up and smacked him in the face.

As soon as the platform was open though, all the wind was very obviously understandable. They were on top of a blimp! Bart was rather impressed! If it was this high class of an event, he should have most definitely participated! He regretted his decision, but there was no way to go back and fix it. So, he simply settled for watching the others duel.

Unlike most others, he did not tell or shout. At most he occasionally gave a few 'whoop's. Bart was still definitely going to enjoy himself, but more so by strategically analyzing the duels rather than cheering for them like most others. It was definitely an interesting event! He considered socializing a bit since he didn't know most of the creeple there. The thought was brief though, and he decided it was best to just watch, everyone else was seemingly rather rowdy anyway.