Sabra La Tau

Who: Vulpecula
Where: Vulpecula dorms
When: Day 142, morning
What:

[is up and eating something he swiped from Ophi the previous night. There's a memory berry sitting on the table]

Who: Some guy, passersby
Where: Hydra
When: Day 142, noon
What: Newbie on the loose

[In the Hydra common room right now, a boy is reading the message next to the doors. Or squinting at it in an attempt to read it, anyway.]

...this isn't very reassuring...

Who: Everyone
Where: Arena
When: Day 142, early afternoon
What:

[It's laughter that calls the Blanks to the Arena today- or- is it sobbing? It's a little hard to tell.

The form sitting on the throne is unfamiliar, and difficult to truly call humanoid. The limbs are all too long, unsettlingly so, even without their skeletal thinness. She has a face that must have been pretty one, but now it's sunken, hollow, and pock-marked. She is clothed in a great white moth-eaten petticoat, which hangs off her thin frame. Though the statue is still, there seems to be some strange motion about her, as if her skin itself was moving. Only upon closer inspection is it clear that the pock-marks on her skin are terapede nests. The movement of her dress is from the moths inside- millions of them, maybe more, slowly chewing at and destroying her clothes. As they crawl and chew, their refuse is drifting our from the bottom, quickly forming a thin carpet of filth beneath her.]




He's g-gone. He's gone he's gone. It's j-just, one. Ahaha. Heh. Only one. One Judge, alone with the Blanks. Is this r-really what you wanted? Don't worry, b-babe, y-you'll do fine. You'll- aheh- you'll k-knock 'em dead. You fuckers. You're going to pay for that.

((Sign-in
Mingle
Intro
Round 1 mongling observation
Round 2/ Observation 2
Round 3 / Observation 3
lol butts))

U-uhm. Cygnus w-won, I guess . . .


[there are now three doors under her skirt, one leading to each of the rooms. The walls of the last room are slowly receding.]