Sabra La Tau

Who: Everyone
Where: In the Sacred City
When: King’s Year 199, Mid Winter
What:

[It had been a slow start through the fall. Nations full of people needing to settle and find shelter. And many despaired... how could such an enormous project be completed by the end of a mere two seasons when most were still milling about supplies and accommodations?

But as they do, gears shifted as the temperatures rose... as night became a nostalgic memory... Natural ingenuity blended with mad genius with simple practicality and by early winter, the great keystone... a project of masonry that had taken nearly as much time as the construction of the great stone walls themselves was complete and secured into place for the rest of the walls to be completed around it.

Construction had slowed ... even with ants to carve and carry, even with machinery of steam and clockwork and nearly a quarter of the world in labor.... the hours that COULD be worked became less and less... and working became less of a normal function and one of devotion, heroism and madness.

But today.... the last blocks had been placed, the keystone was in place and ready... Since last night the world has been thrown into blessed darkness. The air is uncomfortably warm, but no longer scalds to breathe, and the light comes from torches and magic.

Today, many people have gathered below the keystone, eyes turned upward.

Today, the supports are removed.]

Who: Any
Where: At the base of the great mountain
When: King's Year 199, early autumn
What:

[The great mountain is the largest mountain on the content known as the First Land. It is a marker that can be seen over most of the lands of Pyxis and Canis for its inspiring height. The crystal city, in all of its marvels is built into the western side of it, perhaps a fourth of the way up in a valley between it and the nearest mountain.

Its peak is obscured by the clouds, and no traveler or climber ascending to its great top has ever come back alive, leading most to simply accept that it was a dwelling place of the Gods and thus, no place for man or his ilk.

Today, at its base, a priest is pouring over detailed construction plans that seem to shift and expand under their own magic as he pens in the countries and supplies as they come in.

Great flags of black are set in an enormous circle, stretching out of sight in an enormous circle, and far into the lands that are considered Pyxis.

A great deal of shelters are set up, most tent at the moment, within the circle. Food and water getting the first stone structures erected and thus far are without guard.

A young Ophiuchus of Caduceus cut greets you as you approach, and waves you to the table that the hooded, red lined priest sits.]

His excellency has requested you report directly to him. Please hurry and send your representative.

Who: Guests, invited or otherwise.
Where: The Nest of the Royal Family, Crystal City
When: King's Year 198, early spring
What: The annual Flight of the Swan ball is opening…

[As the air began to warm, the invitations went out: a pair of pure white swan feathers, tied in a ribbon of royal pink. And now, the night of the ball opens up, inviting young and old from near and far to the ballrooms of the Royal Nest. As is common since King Charles ascended the throne, a good number of the invitations have been received by those judged worthy but of common ancestry. Of course, there's always the party crashers or being part of the extra staff hired to accommodate the number of guests, if you weren't lucky enough to rate one of the special invitations…

Whoever you are, as proof that you've been invited, you have obtained one of the swan feathers from the private aviaries of the royal family (or had it given to you as part of your uniform) and worn it as a sign that you definitely belong at the opening of the social Season of Cygnus. And now, brilliant harps sounds softly under proud trumpets and soft flutes, as the doors of gold and crystal open to admit the guests into the great crystal chambers and into presence of the Royal Family…]

Who: Those who have waited through the day
Where: The arena
When: Day 185, evening
What: A conclusion

[Dim light filters down from the arena’s heights; not so bright as to leave the ruins of buildings more than shadowed silhouettes, not so dark as to keep you from finding your way down, and down, to where a single flickering torch lights a broken courtyard.]

Who: Any
Where: The Arena
When: Day 127, noon
What: The going away party of Frey Wilhazen and Charlie Crews

[At the very peak of noon, there is another Call to the Arena, heard by any outside and faintly through the door for those inside. It is unusual, like no other Judge you might have heard; the sound is heavily strings and woodwinds, picking out and carrying a complex, soaring melody and counterpoint. While not the rousing anthem of Pyxis' win, the music reverberating through the caverns of Sabra is no less a call of victory, gracefully climbing through minor chords and spinning its own thoughtful counterpoints.

As before, the instruments sound just a little off from anything you may have remembered, a touch of something deeply foreign keeping you from identifying the source of the instrument.

When the Blanks finally reach the Arena, soft pink banners are strung across the expanse of the Arena. A large table with enough chairs for Pyxis and Cygnus set in the very center of the Arena, directly under the gaze of the King, who sits again in the throne.

Covered dishes, filled with dark, pink centered meats, a clear white beverage that smells delicately alcoholic, and oddly oval slices of a bright yellow fruit and an assortment of thick greens. A small, delicate glass cup of chocolate cream is in front of each plate, and in front of two plates sit rich, red velvet cake, the insides filled with a berry mix that both Frey and Charlie will immediately know as theirs.

Again, there is a small space laid out for a traditional dance, and a small, far less elegant table, filled with fingerfoods, punch and this time, there are several masquerade masks of a rather wide variety of creatures, caricatures and more abstract, simple masks.]


((OOC: Judges, same rules apply for appearances! Please contact us for any questions! Everyone enjoy~))

Who: Charlie, Frey + you.
Where: Wherever.
When: Day 126-127, TIMEBENDY STYLE.
What: A last goodbye.

[Where you are, there is a Cygnus who'd like to talk to you.]

[LAST CHANCE BEFORE THE DROP, we will do our best to keep this post open forever.]

Man, fuck you guys. I'm going home.

((Memories:
Cygnus
Pavo
Vulpecula
Canis))

CUTE GIRLS!!!!!!!!!!

Poll #5155
Open to: All, results viewable to: All

>8F

>8F

I THINK WE ALL LEARNED SOMETHING ABOUT CHEATING TODAY.

Moving on! Our next contestants are Captain James Tiffany Kirk Tina Tanya Tiffany Kirk, Divide by Zero, and Kai-Teeny-Tiny-Toe some other guy! You know what to do!

[HAMSTERBALLLSSSSssss. Kaito has been replaced by Chika]

Poll #5137
Open to: All, results viewable to: All

>8D

>8D

Now for something a little different! Guys who inspire loyalty despite having no redeeming features! Give it up for Amazin' Almaz, Tsuper Tsuna, and Livin' in a VAN down by the river!

[HAMSTER BALLS]

Poll #5136
Open to: All, results viewable to: All

>:)

>:)

Who: All the pretty boys and girls~
Where: Center ring~
When: Day 126, late night
What: A real party

[The Arena is all decked out today in festive bright colors. There is a canopy of red and yellow fabric hanging above you as you enter, like the roof of a giant tent. Cheerful music is playing. Everything smells of cotton candy and rot.]

[Trickster is laughing.]

((Roll call!
Mingle
Round 1 (Allen, Rabi, and Kururu) - Vote - Executions
))

Who: Pygnus, others...
Where: Pygnus.
When: Day 125, mid-morning.
What: Memories!

[the fluffy-haired mafia boss is now currently staring down three memberries]

How did it suddenly get to this point...?

Who: Everyone
Where: The Arena
When: Day 121, Evening
What: Game!!1

[There is that vaguely familiar pull to come towards the arena today, a low barely audible melody that calls you to it, and when you arrive the lights are dimmed and there is a mansion that most of you probably have seen before. Today there are no doors at the front though, and instead there is just one small door, standing slightly ajar, on the side of the building. If you take a peek through it, all you can see are a pair of completely white stairs descending down into a seemingly empty room in the same colour. The headless statue is present as before.]

Today we will play a simple game…

((Mingle
Ousted Post
Basement Post
Endgame
Memories))

Who: YOU GUYS
Where: ARANA
When: DAY!@) AT NIGHT TIME
What: LOSER GAME FOR LOSRES


WHOOOOOOOOOOOO BIRTHDAAAAYAYYYYYYA


HEY GUYS YOU GUY GUESS WHAT IT IS TODAY!!!

Who: Anyone
Where: The Arena
When: Day 117, evening
What: The going-away party of Gaius Octavian

[Today in the arena, a very particular Call was given out, heard by any outside, and those inside who might have been listening.. It is a strange octave, almost regal, with the deep sound of brass horns and cadence of drums. As one gets closer, they might hear something a bit like winds, but of a strange harmony that doesn't match any instrument a Blank may have remembered. Strings on a slightly different chord and pitch, the range dancing at a joyous counterpoint to the solemn, majestic trumpets.

Those who have heard, one in particular, and all those following the unique sound, will find the Arena unusually appointed. Banners of all teams colors stretch overhead, red taking the pinnacle spot.

Without the trappings of a game, what seems to be laid out is a long table, a multitude of chairs and covered plates sitting upon table cloth of Pyxis red and Cygnus pink. The music seems to come from all around, and the general area before the tables seems to be open, inviting for those inclined to dance. There is a less austere table, far to the back, which seems to have simple snacks, one single platter of fruit, and some juices and wines.

In the throne, presiding over it all is the statue of the King, expression thoughtful as it overlooks the festivities.]

((If you wish to play a JUDGE in this post, #sabra_la_iudex

Mingle
Pygnus
Everybody else
Memory pie
King's doing something.
Fin.))

Who: Cloud and anyone!
Where: common area
When: Day 113, night
What: ssso tired

[a previously missing glowing-eyed Cygnus is returning from his Judge session, a little goopy on one side but doing okay.]

\/\/h0: all
Where: the arena
Time: Day 101 evening
What:


The Arena today is not as it usually is. The light coming down is only in patches, as if being shown through a decaying screen. Where the light touches, the ruined buildings stand exactly as they once must have: tall, proud and glistening. But there are patches of darkness as well, much darker simply than the absence of light. Where these touch the scenery, it becomes faded and translucent- like a tapestry partially unwoven.

It's hard to tell if the throne is empty or not. Looking straight on, there is no Judge to be seen, but maybe out of the corner of your eye, if you're not quite paying attention, there will be a woman with a scarf on her head and a loom sitting in her lap. Even unable to look her straight on, her face is beautiful, if wrinkled and she's smiling gently.

In front of her, there are twelve large looms, each strung up with the teams' respective colors.

Who: Slick, Cygnus
Where: Cygnus!
When: Day 100, evening
What: Tasing

*knockknock*

Who: People who are dirty and want to be cleaaaan
Where: Baths
When: Day 99, morning
What: What do you think you do at the baths? ...in this case, it's Red scrubbing ink off himself because he used himself for scratch paper

Who: A whole lot of people, in twelve bright colours
Where: Pavo's main room
When: Day 98, far less ass-early in the morning
What: Group meeting time

[The table has been moved up against the wall, the floor swept, and everything else put away . . . but it's still a small room for twelve people, let alone for all the teams that came in pairs. In addition to the six standard stools, the room has two large, flat rocks, and three mostly stable stools have been lashed together out of firewood. Kururu is working on a fourth.

Still, the walls are clean, and only the most sensitive noses will catch the traces of blood and stink egg that still linger from previous games.]

Come in? Ahh . . we might have enough chairs, but . . . there's the floor, too, if you'd rather not share, or stand.