Sabra La Tau

Who: ???
Where: The Arena
When: Day ??????1 later afternoon
What:

[ The war rooms remain locked as she speaks: ]


The results are so:

Ophiuchs was under-protected by four points, they take high damage.
Delpavo was fully protected
Hydra and Vulpecula were underprotected by six points. They take full damage.
Lacerta and Cepheus were greatly, greatly over-protected
Lepus and Monoceros were fully protected
Ursa and Canis were under-protected by two point, you take minor damage
Lynx and Corvus were under protected by three points, you take low damage
Pyxis, Cygnus and Apus were . . . I . . . why are there three of you? What is this? What is going on here?


What is going on here?

Who: ???
Where: The Arena
When: Day ??????1 Afternoon
What:

[ Today the Temperance sits on the throne- in one hand her hammer, and in the other her shield. Just as she always looks.

And oh, look. It’s your old friend the War Rooms. ]

Welcome, Blanks. Certainly most among you are not so unfamiliar with this arrangement. No use making faces about it. Face it bravely, and such courage shall see you to victory and peace.

As always, we shall play a game of defenses. Who shall you protect? Who shall protect you? Whose offense is to be the most feared? Speak to your comrades and enemies now, for once the rules are set, each color shall face this battle alone.

((Hi there! Mingle will go an hour or so, as Lady still has some setup to do. If you would like to have your characters remember the Temperence, please feel free to. Her games are usually hard, but she is never herself cruel or unfair. She was very proud when you all managed to survive her last game.

POSTS:
Pygnapus
Hydracula
Bunnycorn
Dangerbears
LaCeph
Lyvus
DelPavo
Ophiuchus))

Who: ???
Where: Your bedroom in the North Block of Sabra La Tau
When: Day ??????1 Morning
What:

[ You wake up in one of the terrible, cramped North Block rooms with a pounding headache. You remember it. You remember your te@%N~ati0n, you remember the Games and the G01010001101udges. You remember the stone. The whispers of rebellion. You remember . . . desperation. Next to you is a brass tube, where you can see yourself repeating one word over and over in a tiny garbled recording:


"willingl-willingl-willingl-willingl-willingl-" ]



((ETA: to clarify, you do not remember anything explicitly that happened "after" Sabra, and the events of the last weeks are vague at best.))