Sabra La Tau

Who: Whoever
Where: All over the place
When: Day 214, afternoon
What: Parrot!!

[After some good fights and brotherly bonding time, Parrot looks like he just took a roll in mud (and maybe thrown around a few times). It's almost enough to cover up the week-old blood stains on his uniform. He's cheerfully wandering around and gathering mysterious, edible looking plants to be brought home for testing though]

Ooh... another blue mushroom.

Who: Anyone
Where: The Arena
When: Day 214, late evening
What: Game 132

[Not many hear the call that comes out from the arena. The whistle is high and sweet, and far above the uppermost ranges of human hearing. But throughout the South Block, animals foraging in the brief window of dusk pause and lift their heads, pets whine and scratch at closed doors. Torches flicker in the wake of the sound, casting odd shadows on the walls . . . shadows that don't settle as they should, that aren't shaped as they should, shadows that laugh and wave and point to the arena no matter what pose the people casting them take.

The arena stands in its normal ruins, but instead of the light of a breaking day, it's shaded in evening's hues, and the light fades more with each step. On the great throne sits a statue of matte black rock, lumpy and shapeless and casting the shadow of a young child on the arena's far wall ]

Step quickly blanks, step fast. The game has begun, and the light will not last.

(( OOC: As there's only five teams not in the lower bracket anyway, any unit that wishes to play anyway is welcome to, memories will just be restricted to the bottom eleven.))

Who: Jonas and others
Where: The lake!
When: Day 215, midmorning
What: Laundry!!

*Jonas has headed out in the morning to do laundry. Because it's fun!*

Who: Anyone
Where: The Arena
When: Day 215, early morning
What: Game 132, endgame

[The rising light could almost be mistaken for dawn, if there was any dawn to see. As it grows, the buildings and trappings of the evening's game fade away, little more than shadows in the mist, chased away by the light.

Those not eager to rise find themselves waking on the arena floor, the warmth of their blankets just a memory.]

Who: Lyvus, anyone, A HERD OF MINI HORN PINATAS
Where: Lyvus area
When: Day 215, post endgame
What: Memories, waifu, pinatas, oh my.

[Brass is coming back from the Arena with a tray of grey glazed biscuits.]

[With a lineface.]

[And a HERD of mini-Horn Pinatas hopping along several feet behind them.]

[Yes, he knows they're there. He's trying to ignore them.]