Sabra La Tau

Who: Anyone
Where: Lake-ish?
When: Day 187, morning
What:

[rather than working on killing lizards and whatnot, this blank is working with small pieces of obsidian and waiting on a fish to come by. singing the whole while. it's a good voice, really, but it is off-key in certain moments. but it's not like anyone will notice since maybe no one remembers the song]

Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better...

Who: Anyone
Where: Some Common Area or other.
When: Day 186, midday
What: Hey blanks hey blanks!!

[As it says, the new Ophi is wandering around and hanging out in various common areas, watching the coloured blanks and occasionally going up to introduce himself]

Hi there! I'm Smoke and I'm new here. It's nice to meet you, okaaaay?

Who: ??? and you
Where: Just a bit away from the Bunnycorn area :|b
When: Day 184, early evening
What: newwwwwwwwww kidddddddd newwwwwwwww kid

[ There is a girl in Lepus colors with some blood on her knuckles inspecting a cave wall. She seems a little nonplussed :/a ]

Who: Albert and Kanda (& onlookers?)
Where: Outside Hydra
When: Day 184, late morning
What: Sparring

[After spending the rest of yesterday locked in his room, Albert finally emerges this morning with two crudely-made wooden swords in hand, and throws one at Kanda.]

You said you wanted to train, didn't you?

Who: Anyone
Where: By the lake
When: Day 181, early afternoon
What: Hauntings

[If you have any supernatural senses or is supernatural yourself, you'll find a woman in Monoceros white by the lake today. Strangely enough she's not wearing the standard Monoceros uniform though... more noticeable might be that she's crying and yelling at you though.]

Why won't anyone look at me?! Hey, you, don't ignore me too!

[If you are a completely normal human though... you only felt how something cold just passed through you and maybe got a shiver up your spine.]

WHO: whoever's awake I DON'T KNOW, SOME ASSHOLES
WHERE: BY THE RIVER
WHEN: DAY 179 HANGOVER O'CLOCK
WHAT:

[It's not quite the call of a game, but you might just be drawn to the large fertile area downstream of the lake. There's a pack of corgis chilling here already, rolling around and chewing on things and doggie paddling about.]

CONGRATULATIONS! YOU'VE BEEN SELECTED TO JOIN TOP-SECRET ULTRA-ELITE "NAMES I DREW OUT OF A HAT" CLUB! THE BADASSEST MOTHERFUCKING CLUB THIS SIDE OF THE ARENA! I'LL LAY THIS SHIT OUT FOR YOU REAL SIMPLE. YOUR MISSION, WHETHER OR NOT YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT: ENTERTAIN SOLDIER. YOUR PRIZE: YOU GET TO DRINK BEER WHILE ENTERTAINING SOLDIER.

Who: Anyone
Where: Lakeside
When: Day 174, afternoon
What: plant stuff!

[there is a normally fastidious Pyxis on her knees in the flowers along the lake shore. She's got dirt covering her hands and arms and smudges a streak across her cheek as she wipes away a bead of sweat. Sitting around her though are a half dozen small pots. Three already have dirt and are planted with the lakeside flowers, one of the glowing flowers and two with geraniums. She's working on the fourth one now.]

Who: Jimmy and YOU!
Where: Outside the bunnycorn dorms
When: Day 168, early evening
What: Experiments with regional flora 8)


[if one walks by the Monoceros and Lepus dormitories, one may stumble upon Jimmy -- oh gees is this sounding familiar? -- though as opposed to previously when he was on his way to being plastered, this time he's sitting outside with his legs crossed and is chewing on a reed, looking pretty calm and a little blissed out and well, pleased with himself. ... what, do you want some?]

Who: New Lepus member #1
Where: Lepus + Bunnycorn area
When: Day 167, evening-ish.
What: New guy!

[so there's a rather confused-looking (and very muscular) young man wandering in and in front of the Lepus dorms. he's studying everything silently. ... also, he seems to have his message tube in hand. both pieces of it. :|]

Who: whoever!
Where: Outside the bunnycorn dorms
When: Day 161, eveningish
What: ..... bad choices?!


[if one walks by the Monoceros and Lepus dormitories, one may stumble upon Jimmy, and by stumble upon I mean stumble upon, because he's making fantastic progress through the alcohol he discovered stashed away by Badger Almaz one of the others, and he's doing so lounging outside. like you do. there's also a likelihood he doesn't remember anything about the concept of alcohol poisoning. so that's fun. do you approach y/n]

Who: Anyone
Where: Bunnycorn area
When: Day 159, morning
What: A thinly-veiled excuse for more kid antics

[Today, like nearly every day past the early morning hunting hours, there's a gargoyle on Lepus's roof. Sitting and watching, and today, contemplating a small pile of berries as he waits for everyone to come home.]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Arena
When: Day 159, bright and early.
What: Game~

[Mirror's familiar silver statue is in the arena today, though the pose seems more thoughtful than usual. Mirrors line the arena, casting your reflections in all directions. But something seems slightly ... off about them. Like they've been warped just a liiittle, and don't quite reflect the truth of what you look like...]

I suppose I should start from the beginning, shouldn't I?

...

Quiet.

(( Brief mingle, then there'll be a thread to trigger the actual de-aging. Info posts go here and here. ))

Who: Lepus and any visitors
Where: Lepus dorm
When: Day 157, post-game
What: Berries, post-game catchup, whatever.

[Well, Rolo is kind of blue-lipped and shocky but juuuust a bit smug-toned]

I guess this will be my first memory. I didn't expect it to be this fast.

Who: Quartz and Raisin SOME OPHI JERK
Where: Where small things go go get gouged. Eye gouged.
When: Day 157, midmorning/noon
What: Awwww yeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!

Who: River, anyone
Where: Cepheus, or catch him elsewhere as he wanders around. Also Hydra :|a
When: Day 156, post-game
What: JOB :|b

[weeellll time to give Red a reason to be crabby at me |D; ]

[KNOCK KNOCK, CEPHEUS]


[Also visiting Hydra just cuz]

Who: PEOPLE
Where: Delphinus (as it is the dorm closest to the arena)
When: Day 154, soon!
What: Obediently left arena as instructed...?


[has the notebook on the table, leaning over Ed's shoulder] Ah, you work quickly...

Who: haHA
Where: The Arena
When: Day 154, NOT MUCH LATER
What: haHA

[There is a sudden flux in pressure so strong that those without highly robust sinuses may find their noses bleeding. The looms unweave themselves and crumble to dust. There is a SHUNK! and a POP! and all that was strange stops and the Arena settles back into what's familiar.]



Haha! Oh that Trickster. Why, that wasn't even a proper game by his standards. Well, what can you do? I'm sure you're all tuckered out, so why don't you all just head on home now, and we'll get a better game for you out soon.

WhØ: all
Ѡhεre: where
Wheת: Day 154, ?????
WhДt: game 1ØØ

[The Arena is not as it usually is.

The dawn that breaks over the judge's throne is a fractured thing; bright rays mixed with pale and trembling fingers of light, spots that through the arena seen clear while others still cling to the false night. Here, where the light falls, ruined buildings look whole again, colours lively and fresh. Where a ray falls there, there is no stone at all; the broken archway is instead the spreading limbs of a great tree, reaching for the sky. Pieces of road disappear into patches of deep water, waves crashing on nothing at all.

Here, where darkness stretches, the scenery itself seems to unravel. Lines fray and images fade, as if spun on a tapestry that is but a single pulled thread from being nothing at all.

The air is heavy and full of a pressure that settles behind the eyes, and it's quiet, so quiet, but the echo of sound unheard fills the air . . . murmurs of voices, words without meaning, the soft clack of a shuttle moving through thread.

The throne, when you look, is empty. But when you don't—when your attention strays, when the pressure builds—there may almost be a woman there, a small hand-loom on her lap, a scarf wrapped about her head. Her face is old but kind, unmistakably beautiful despite its age, and her smile is a gentle one.

In front of her there are fourteen large looms, each strung up with one of fourteen unmistakable shades.]

Hero . . . hero . . . hero . . .

Who: Bond, Night, and others
Where: All over
When: Day 152, afternoon
What: Short-circuiting memories

[so there are two Corvuses wandering around, looking to talk to whoever wants to talk. One of them just happens to be falling over on the occasion while the slimmer one makes sure his fearless leader doesn't brain himself on a lizard or something]

--this friggin' sucks.

[One lone Ophiuchus members steps out into the arena and motions everyone over]

That's a wrap, folks. Unfortunately, luck was on the narc's side and Cepheus was voted out, leaving all three narcs intact.

That does mean the game is over, narcs win. These were Delphinus, Lepus and Cygnus.

Huh, all -us names.

Messenger suddenly had to step out because of some things, but he hopes you all had fun. And no stabbing each other. Memories will be rewarded in a moment.



[OOC: Please remember to unlock all private threads for reading pleasure! Narc post was here.]