Sabra La Tau

Who: Canis, visitors
Where: Canis dorms
When: Day 156, evening
What: Memories and injury treatment

*Having made it back to the dorms, Canis is eyeing their berries*

I guess we should deal with these before we go look for the right plants...

Who: Any
Where: Just by where the lake branches into the eastern tunnel system
When: Day 149, Early evening
What:

[Should you be outside today, a powerful gust of wind seems to catch at the edges of your uniform and naggingly push you towards what seems to be a meeting place.]

All right kiddos! WHO'S UP FOR A WALK OF ENLIGHTENMENT!

Who: Blood
Where: Outside of Pyxis
When: Day 149, early afternoon
What: SKINNING THINGS and humming a happy tune to herself

Who: Bunnycorn and visitors
Where: Outside of Lepus, near Van's usual spot on the roof
When: Day 149, noonish
What: Memories

[There is a pretty Lepus sitting on the roof, staring at two berries]

Who: Anyone
Where: some common area near Hydracula-ish
When: Day 149, late-morning-ish
What: CROSSDRESSING :D :D :D

[currently, there is a Vulpecula in an adorable maid outfit with fox ears attempting to give himself more of a filling bustline by using a spare shirt and some bandages. this may involve a lot of patting of self to check fake-cup size :x]

... hmmm... bit too big...?

Who: :)
Where: Del
When: Day 149, late morning
What: I CAME FOR YOUR DAUGHTER

[Red is knocking on Del's door, FLOWERS IN HAND

...he may have left some at Pavo's doorstep too but we don't need to talk about that

THIS IS ABOUT ZERO]

Who: Wolf
Where: The Arena, near the Ophi dorms
When: Day 149, sometime
What: moping

*there's a puppy moping in the Arena. Come bother him?*

Who: Corvux, Lynx, whoever
Where: Lynx dorms
When: Day 149, morning
What: Intropost!

[This morning there is a very confused very good-looking girl waking up with a surprised yelp in Bond's bed]


[really it was only a matter of time]

Who: ANYONE
Where: Along one of those high ridges around the Lacanis dorms.
When: Day 149, morning
What: Experimenting.

[And there's a tiny standing on one of those high altitude ridges, right at the edge, looking down. Though...something might be odd.

That's certainly Lacerta's green. But the maid outfit has the colors switched for their usual tiny. Not to mention the white hair. Or green eyes. Skin is kind of darker or maybe that's just the slight glow around her making her look darker? And what's that little logo on the apron? Weird.

Of course, that might not be a concern as she JUMPS OFF THE RIDGE. And no, that is NOT a safe falling height.]

Who: Orion, anyone
Where: Orion's dorm
When: Day 148, post game
What: Memories

[A tiny in yellow's just finished up putting new berries in a bowl on the table.]

Are we taking them together again?

Who: Anyone \o/
Where: Close to the lake
When: Day 149, morning
What:

[A young Ophiuchus has taken this out, except instead of bubblegum it contains chewable aspirin. :D!]

Who: Lacerta
Where: Lacerta dorms
When: Day 148, after the Shadow game.
What: Waiting for the others to come home, then memories

[While the game-inclined Lacertas are out and about, Wata is sitting near the open door, clumsily mending a shirt. he keeps looking up to see if they're back yet.]

This would be a lot easier if I could see...

Who: All units
Where: The Arena
When: Day 148, late evening
What: Game 97, endgame

[Far, far later into the night, the torches dim, and once again the lids of the stone boxes will not be moved.]

Vulpecula and Lepus, Canis and Lynx, Corvus and Cygnus. Pavo and Hydra and Monoceros, Lacerta and Delphinus, Orion and Cepheus and Pyxis.

Ophiuchus.

You have played well. I bid you rest.

[Shadows spread like cracks over the stone table, cast by four wizened, stunted bushes, the fruit on their branches soft grey in what remains of the arena light. The blanks for whom the fruit grows ripe know instinctively which is theirs.]

[For all your continuation needs.]

Who: All units
Where: The Arena
When: Day 148, late evening
What: Game 97


[The call that echoes out from the arena this evening has no voice human ears can hear. Some few may hear a whistle, high and sweet. For all others, the call comes in how the torches of the main caverns flicker and flare in the sound's wake, sending long shadows dancing over the cavern walls.

The lights steady and dim. Colours fade and only one shadow remains, stretching unerringly, no matter how one moves, to the arena's entrance.]

Come fox and hare, come dog and cat, come crow and noble swan. Come hundred-eyes, come many-heads, come single crowning horn. Come lizard sharp and dolphin swift, come hunter proud and royal crowned and ship's unerring guide.

Come serpent dark, and sheathe your fangs; there is no need for them to shine.

I wish to play a game.

Who: Cepheus, Lucky
Where: Cepheus
When: Day 149, morning, earlier than anyone wanted to be woken up by a screaming Lucky in a leather maid outfit
What:

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH, WHY WON'T HE WAKE UP!?

Who: Dagger, whoever
Where: Entrance to caves
When: Day 148, late evening
What: Getting back.

[So stomping away for food gathering late at night because you want to avoid the general trauma going around at home turned out to be a pretty bad idea. On the plus side, he has lots of berries and mushrooms, on the other hand, it also took over 24 hours without any sleep.]

Is this it...

Who: lake-goers
Where: the lake
When: Day 148, late afternoon
What: ~sploosh~

[two figures are unceremoniously dumped into the lake! both figures also seem to be clutching their heads.]

Oooooowwwwwww ...

Who: Anyone
Where: Outside of the angerdome
When: Day 148, noon
What:

[Scattered around the roof of Hydra are several crude tools made of bone, leather and stone and a few papers with rather technical designs on it. Claude's handiwork, for any staring at them, might be recognizable and lays largely untouched, however, in the margins, on the back, on several adjoining sheets are designs on implementing THOSE plans. Equations, materials, notes on experiments and results... all scattered throughout the pages in several handwritings and more than one language.

This obviously hasn't been an overnight project, nor anywhere near completed either...

However, what may have grabbed your attention is the groan of wood as they crank back the catapult for another test.]

... That might be the limit.. adjust the tension or just wait until we can really mess with the angle?

Who: Allen and...
Where: overlooking Lacerta's cliff
When: Day 148, afternoon
What: Clearing something up


[deeeep breath...]

Gambler! Do you hear me?