Sabra La Tau

Who: Lacerta/Cepheus, whoever
Where: Lacerta, Cepheus
When: Day 137, late morning.
What: A test of the emergency noodle broadcast system.

[So, it's nearly noon and Watanuki hasn't so much as stirred from his bed. Neither has Syaoran, though at least he has the excuse of having been shot recently. Breakfast was most definitely skipped, and there's no indication of him waking up in time for lunch. Or any time in the next twenty-four hours or so. The noodletwins kinda did something unwise.

zzzzz.]

Who: Delphinus, Pyxis, Canis, Monoceros, Lepus
Where: The Arena
When: Day 137, evening
What: SOMETHING FUCKING AWESOME

HOLY FLAMING SHITNUGGETS IT'S SOLDIER!!

YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT KIND OF GAME YOU'RE IN FOR NOW! A MANLY ONE!! MANLY LIKE SNORTING A POWDERED EXPLOSION!! WITH YOUR EYEBALLS!!

DON'T BE FOOLED BY THAT PUSSY MESSENGER! SOILDIER IS THE GREATEST JUDGE IN ALL OF ULTRA-HISTORY! HE'S LIKE ALEXMANDER THE GREAT! MANTILLA THE HUN!! GHENGIS KHMAN!!!!!

HAVE YOU HEARD OF AXE BODYWASH? SOLDIER WASHES HIS BODY WITH REAL AXES!! VOLCANO AXES!!

HIS JUNK IS MADE OF SOLID ROCK! HE BANGED A T-REX AND DIDN'T CALL HER THE NEXT DAY!!

FUCK YEAH!!!!

((INSTRUCTIONS
ONE HOUR NOTICE))

Who: Anyone
Where: By the lake
When: Day 137, noon
What: Fishing ... sort of.

[Down at the lake today, one Pavo member is spear fishing.]

This is ridiculous.

[Of course, he'd probably be doing better if he were actually aiming at things, instead of apparently stabbing at random.]