Sabra La Tau

Who: Pavo! And wanderers by
Where: The shore of the lagoon in the centre of the rocky cove
When: Day 212, late morning
What: Fishing, gathering, memories . . . just your normal morning

. . . and then, when the balloon hit, his hair went all brown, and he kind of . . . started to leak. A lot.

Only it was kind of green and slimy, and then the slime sunk our boat, and then sunk Monoceros's boat when they tried to rescue us.

But we won!

Who? Hydra, Lepus, Orion, Mnoceros, Vulpecula, Cygnus, Corvus, and Pyxis?
Where? The Arena?
When? Day 212, morning
What? Game 130?

[This is a familiar setup with Persona on the throne, but the couches are empty]

How much do you share with your teammates? Do you let them into your heart? Have they seen the real you?

((Sign-in
Mingle
A thing - Discuss the thing
Guesses))

Who: Zexion, Librarian
Where: By the ruined dorms south of Hydracula
When: Day 212, late morning
What: Delivering paperwork

[It's certainly not the best of nesting boxes, being open-topped and formed of stone, and formed of an alcove only as high as Zexion's (admittedly diminutive) stature can reach. But it did meet the specifications in size made by form 106B, and scrubbed down and lined with several handfuls of (black, bar-shaped) paper, it makes for a not overly bad roost.]

That should prove sufficient. And as everything else is in order . . .

Librarian?

Who: Those called
Where: The Arena
When: 212, early afternoon
What: :)

[It may be the smell more than anything else that calls you now to the Arena. It smells so good it’s almost maddening. No matter what your team managed to scrape together for breakfast, by the time you get to the arena, your mouth is watering and you are famished. Nothing has ever smelled so good.

And when you arrive it’s easy to see why. There is a buffet set out, with every variety and preparation of meat available. Fried pederpes, slow stewed raptor, squidrats curried in sauce spicy enough to make even them seem tasty. There’s barbeque, grilled legs, pulled meats and racks of ribs nearly the size of a full grown man. Steamed fish, fried fish, fish sticks, fish cakes, fatty lizard cutlets shaped like little fish. At the center of it all is an exquisitely prepared and sliced traditional Vulpeculan twelve-layered combobeast. There is precious little garnish, and no side dishes at all to speak of- vegetables have been used sparingly if at all. The only other thing missing is any sort of personal place setting. There are no plates, no knives, no forks. Just the meat. The only individual vessels you’ll find at all are wooden cups full of thick, dark red wine.

The meats steam, crackle and glisten. It looks so good. It looks so good.

Around the Arena are the War Rooms that may be familiar to some, as each new team enters the arena, a grayed out door gains the color of that team]


Ooh, hello my darlings. It’s been far too long, I do believe. But I’ve had a good rest, and now I’m hungry. I certainly hope you’re all hungry too~ ♥

Please, help yourselves. There’s no need to hold back at all on my account. In~ fact~ I rather insist that you don’t.

((TEAM ROOMS:
MONOCEROS
LEPUS
VULPECULA
HYDRA
PYXIS
ORION
CEUTS
URSA
DELPHINUS))

Who: ???? and YOU
Where: nearisssssh bunnycorn
When: Day 212, noonish
What: NEW PERSON.

[ THERE IS A TINY GIRL IN LEPUSIFORM is crouching in front of a squidrat. ]

Oh, hello! Are you lost too?

Who: NEW CYGNUS DUDE
Where: Pygnus dorm area
When: Day 212, pre-Danger Bear
What: New swan!! you know how this goes

[if you happen to be in the Pygnus dorms area today, there's a new dude STEPPING UP TO EXAMINE YOU.]