Gaze On Your Caricatures, Ye Mighty, And Despair [Lazarus/Irvine]

You know, nobody really went to the desert. If it wasn't for the fact that the fashion leader of Junction lived in the place, he'd think nobody even occupied it. It was single-handedly the most ignored place in all of Junction, and many would question it's presence were it not for the census data that told everyone that no, people actually lived here.
The lack of people there made it a great sandbox, though, since it was so deserted. Anything you could think of, you could get dune there without anyone interrupting you, letting you storm in the place and take control til you sought to leave. An oasis for people in need of a place to blow off some steam, if they happened to have the means to do so in this place.
So, save the Aquas best suited to the aquatic biome, Irvine would often take his host here to do whatever their ethereal hearts wanted to.

Multicoloured lights streaked everywhere as shadows danced inside them, whirling sandstorms clashed with flaming dragons, and Irvine was personally guiding an effort to make a giant effigy of Seina Cray from the sand...only, with googly eyes and a handlebar moustache. The tails of her hair were currently being set up to look like they were spinning like a propeller, and her typical hand fan was swapped with a full sized desk fan, held in exactly the same manner as her usual hand ornament.
Hell, the kimono seen in the most recent picture had just been replaced with a bedsheet printed with cat heads.

Irvine laughs, and laughs, and laughs as he thinks about what he's making.
He needed to get a goddamn picture of this when it was done.