Sabra La Tau

Who: ???
Where: ???
When: ???
What: ???

[You are in white space, floating gently on your back. It's comfortable and warm. The lassitude in the air seeps into your muscles, letting you truly relax. Pushed by something unseen, you rock gently in that empty space, as if floating on small, rolling waves.

Everything is calm and comfortable. What were you just doing? You can't quite fish up the memory but you have a vague, muted anxiety that it was important.

Something urges you quietly to just give it up, just forget.

As you drift... you see someone sitting next to you, calm, understanding...]

Claude | Lenalee | Tazendra | Edward | Maya | Zelgadis | Trixie | Chrono | Alice | Chaz | Rory | Rapunzel | Kenshin | Kurow | Arson | Scowl | Tailmon | Red | Mitsuru | Crown | Razzy | Badger | Shiki | Itachi | Yayoi | Akin | Sharks | Kazuha | Jinx | Lucky | Merry | Ikki | Link | Aoko | Aeris | Kaito | Taisuke | Hizumi | Flonne | Quartz | Parrot | Jace | Kurono | Anchor | Bombastic | Trigger | Flames | Amy | Thistle | Haruto | Allen | Violet | Dean | Almaz | Gray | Blaze | Kohaku | Tifa | Mikiya | Lotus | Poppy | Emil | Apple | Peter | Elgala | Albert | Emiri | Erik | Charles | Impmon | Kururu |

Who: EVERYONE
Where: The Arena
When: >(
What: YA'LL ARE DICKS

[Lightning arcs through the air, spreading out just over the heads of the gathered blanks with deafening thunder. Where it strikes the walls the marble chips and cracks, leaving small craters dotting the pristine surfaces. The face of King's statue is contorted in plain displeasure. Each time you blink, his gaze falls on a different person.]

That is quite enough. Let's have no more of these childish shenanigans. My patience has worn thin enough already, blanks.

Will you be handing over the keystones, yes or no?

[React || TRICKSTER || King Keystone Retrieval ]

Who: All Ophi, traitor and loyal, all Blanks. Good ended DO NOT hear the call, but can come
Where: The Arena
When: :)
What: Ladies and Gentleman, we understand that you have come to bear witness to the sound of drums and bass.

[As you enter the arena today, it is like you have stepped into a gala floor. Round tables with black and white checkers are arranged in a semi circle around the southern corners of the room, leaving the vast majority of the marble floor open for dancing. Austere marble pillars break the expanse of the floor in neat rows, affording a couple a moment of privacy as needed. Against the east wall, a bar is set with several classy appetizers, and a single platter of ten shrimp next to a crystal punch bowl.

At the very end of the expansive room, a black marble stage has a band set up, and ready to play. Behind that, stretching up and up, is a regal black throne. No one sits on it yet.

The double doors close after the last of you with a certain finality.]

Welcome, my dear blanks. And welcome to your guests as well! Quite unexpected to see so many familiar faces again. It does bring back memories, doesn't it?

I do hope you'll find the festivities to your liking. I know we've had our differences in the past, but I've put quite a bit of effort into ensuring that everything goes perfectly. As long as everyone, and that does include the delightful guests you've brought along, stays on their best behavior, I think we'll get along quite nicely.

((OOC: WE BEGIN! First event begins in an hour 8PM EST.)

[ Mingle || HORN!!!! || Rules :) || PART TWO])

Who: Anyone \o/
Where: Anywhere /o\
When: Day 303?? 304?? WHO KNOWS, MAN.
What: Mingle on, you crazy diamonds.

[A bedraggled lolibear is haulin' herself home, and adjective subject are verbing, etc.]

(OOC: Locations (times?!) in title, anything goes.)

Who: Folken, you?
Where: around the rocky cove
When: Day 225, afternoonish
What:

[You may have noticed a tall man in a loose shirt and trousers wandering the area. Though he walks slowly, he strides with purpose, somehow giving off a calm, serious aura. Except for how he keeps craning his head around to stare at everything from rocks to wildlife to grasses like an excited small child.]

...Hmm.

Who: Flames, anyone else
Where: Outside of beardog.
When: Day 217, right after good ends.
What: end, chapter one.

[Flames is cleaning her sword, theoretically. Actually, is probably staring off into the distance at the fire.]

[[Foremaning post. WILL RESPOND HERE FOREVER but will be slow. ♥]]

Who: Any
Where: The Arena
When: Day 217, mid morning
What: Good Ends

[The Call that resounds from the Arena is loud, echoing to every part of Sabra. A regal crescendo of notes and then anticipatory silence. Should you follow it today, the Arena is that strange darkened landscape again...

Simple darkness fills your vision, no delineation between up and down, walls or even the floor. You can only see the throne in the far off distance, and two pathways each covered with a lush carpet: Dark Blue, and Black with silver trimming. One bears the sigil of the faithful dog and the other the sinuous forms of two serpents wrapped around a staff, embossed into the weave. Should you turn around, there is no exit yet, but there is a small table, filled with punch, and several large party platters filled with a cheese and dip platter.]

[However, should you follow any of the pathways, the landscape begins to change...]

Who: Anyone
Where: The Arena
When: Day 208, Evening
What: :)

Hello? Hello? Blanks? I am bored, I can't see you...

[There is a whisper coming from the Arena, and if you start walking towards it, you will find that the time it takes to walk there is sped up as when there is a game. The sickly green light is still illuminating the Arena, but the dampened sound is gone for now at least. The Mirror from the beginning of the play is still there too, and in the back there is Haunteds mansion with it's (not so) invitingly door open.]

I remembered a game I played last time I was on a sleepover, so I modified it to fit my tastes a bit more. Won't you come in to my house and play a round of Truth or Dare?

Who: Ursa + Canis + Whoever
Where: Ursa dormsss
When: Day 207, postgame
What: Welcome To Sabra!!!

[yay we won our first game... but at what cost. Bears are tromping back to beardorm]

Who: ogod it's a body D8 + anyone
Where: The lake area by the dorms
When: Day 206, morning (slight backdate)
What: your picturesque quaint lakeside view has been slightly spoiled by someone leaving a corpse lying around but only slightly I'm sure it's still a very nice view

[Yep, that sure does look like a dead girl right there by the lakeside. 8|a]

Who: Good question.
Where: Canis/Ursa dorms!
When: Day 206, Morning
What:

[Canis may not have even known their common room had a trapdoor.

But it does.

And it just sneezed.]

Who: Everyone
Where: The Arena
When: Day 205, early afternoon

[Little has changed since you left, other than the light suffusing the Arena is brighter, in time with the day.

As the last of the teams file in, possessions in hand, pushed or pulled behind, the water seeping into the Arena seems to simply be drawn out.

The eastern doors groan, shudder and swing shut with a final, echoing boom. The soft sound of sobbing and water halts just as suddenly. One of the helper ants begins chewing on a wall idly.]

That out of the way! Lets get a little organized, shall we? Please head to the Southern Gate, and line up by partner teams.

Ah, and yes, Cepheus and Lacerta are now partners. Moving on!

Who: Everyone
Where: The Arena
When: Day 205, Early in the morning
What:

[Those who answer the Call today are some level of muddy or wet, having had to slog in through ankle deep mud or knee deep water.

There is very little pomp and circumstance to this particular Call. No unusual setup, no grand sweeping changes as you enter. It is merely bright, full of a dawning, sourceless light and the throne sitting in the middle of the usual ruins and barren spaces you find in the Arena normally.

The King, himself, sits upon the throne.]

Fill in, now. Don’t stand in the doorway. Lets make it snappy.

((HEY KING SAYIN STUFF!
sayin more stuff to Canis and Orion))

Who: Jace, Canis, anyone
Where: Coming back from Delmeeting, Canis dorms
When: Day 203, evening (backdated)
What: Realizations

*a lot of things were brought up at Del's meeting, and Jace is lost in thought for most of the way back. it's not until he's back to Canis proper that he fully realizes something that's been nagging at him -- the familiar presence of one of his teammates is quite definitely not present.*

...oh, hells. Someone please tell me they've seen Sundown today.

Who: All, eventually
Where: Various
When: King's Year 198, early fall
What: A messenger approaches.

[A tall, gaunt man walks across the plains alone approaching a small gathering of Pyxis tribes, with little fear or hesitation. He seems to have appeared out of almost nowhere, and unphased by the pre-monsoon winds. He swathed in the black uniforms of an Ophiuchus priest and uniform is lined with red. Though his cloak is drawn over his face, you can see something of a tight line of his lips and his hands, when he speaks, are slow moving and expressive.

He stops just before the first tribesman approaching him.]

I seek the chieftain of all the tribes, and then the clan with the greatest speed and experience.

((OOC: ALL THE COUNTRIES will be visited to speak with a regent, king, leader or whatnot. If you don't have a player character who is suitable, feel free to use sabra_la_au to speak for them. If you're stumped and want us to whip something up or off screen it, let Nishi know and we'll work something out.))

Who: Traders, entertainers, clansmen and visitors willing to brave the wastes
Where: The Canis badlands, an oasis near the Pyxis border
When: Fall, King's Year 198
What: Trade fair!

*Each spring and each fall, on the week of the equinox, the clans of Canis gather to a certain oasis at the edge of the Lacertan mountains, there to exchange tidings, trade and mingle among themselves. They bring with them the finest of glassware, rare spices, liquors distilled from (mostly) cactus, gemstones, certain drugs, and stories from across the world. By tradition, even the worst of enemies greet each other politely while on the trading grounds, and foreigners are made welcome -- especially if they bring goods or stories to trade.*

Who: Annie, Amanita, Gaara whoever
Where: in ur gardens and smokehouses
When: Day 192/193, in the middle of the night
What: Midnight explorations

[If you are the type to be up very late at night you might be able to spot three shadows sneaking around in the cover of the dark. They seem especially drawn to the various team gardens and other private places for food, the fact that this is Bunnycorn is completely safe guys.]

You know, if tableware grew in gardens, we would be set. That's what we need most.

Who: Some Canis, some Orion, others at need
Where: Canis, possibly other places
When: Day 193, morning
What: Miscellaneous visitations, infodumps and suchlike

*some yellow guys and some blue guys are conferring at the Canis dorms.*

Who: ... ?
Where: Heading toward the dorms
When: Day 193, morningish
What:

[After the shock of the night before, it's understandable that the Blanks might be a bit more apprehensive today as they clean up the broken bits scattered around their rooms. Perhaps they'll venture outside the dorm area, keeping an eye out for structural damage at the baths, seeing what can be salvaged in the forge, or maybe checking their gardens to ensure the vegetation is stable ...

If they do, it won't be hard to notice a young woman in pink walking from the North -- not the normal pink you see now, either. Instead of the flowing sashes and exotic folded cloth that cover today's swans, this girl is dressed in the familiar and plain skirted tunic and leggings that was the previous norm, now layered in dust and tattered to the point of being threadbare. Even as she carefully holds herself away from the cave walls, keeping her arms folded tightly around herself, anyone with an eye for detail will notice that both arms are only covered in grime, not metal. It's also fairly obvious from the way she's squinting that her eyes haven't adjusted to the light of these particular caves yet. There weren't many torches -- or any, for most of the journey -- to light the way behind her, after all.

She makes sure to give any stone she passes by a wiiide birth, eyes darting away from them uneasily before continuing to walk hesitantly on. She's undoubtedly coming toward the main living area, though one look at her face would tell you that she has no earthly idea where she's headed ... or where she came from. Her voice is quiet, thin and scratchy from disuse and fear, but she keeps talking to herself because she can hear it. The hitch in her voice only serves to emphasize her unmistakable accent:]

-- ep moving. Got to ... not stop. He'll keep me again ... don't want ... to not move -- anymore. Yeah. This way ... got to keep going ... this way ...

Who: Anyone
Where: Everywhere oh god
When: Day 192, Noon, PRIOR TO QUAKE BECAUSE LOL WHUPS ADVANCE PLANNING WHILE I WAS AT WORK
What: Coping with loss


[Lepus has been hard-hit by the loss of Van and Mikaila, though of course they wish them the best; still, some changes have to be made at home.

Well, one big change.

See, the little spiders, sure, they can stay -- residents and visitors will just have to watch their step and shake out their bed at night as many of them are poisonous. But, well, left is the problem of Triumph -- Mikaila's pet Giant Cave Spider -- who is, of course, no longer controlled by the Spider Whisperer.

So, things being as they are, it is time to say farewell to Triumph and set her free to live a better life deep in the caves; released into the wild to live as she best can now that her master is no longer here.

Which involves getting her there.

Advantage: Triumph is familiar with Lepus members coming and going and occasionally getting on her back.
Disadvantage: Triumph is a completely untamed Giant Cave Spider.

...So as you go about your business today you may be greeted by:
a) Bryony of Lepus running screaming past telling you to OH MY GOD GET OUT OF THE WAY
and
b) Triumph rampaging past you, loosely steered by Rolo, who is clinging to her back and attempting to angle her off deep into the caves.]