Sabra La Tau

Who: The Gentleman, anyone
Where: Sitting on top of Apus
When: Day 288, evening
What: Chilling, RIGHT OUT IN THE OPEN

[A dapper, elderly man sits on the edge of the Apus dorms roof. He doesn't seem overly remarkable past his presence... a well tended hat and immaculate suit, polished dress shoes... but there's something about him that ... makes him hard to look directly AT.

He has a rather fancy, bottled beer sitting next to him, and is idly pulling on a fishing pole now and then. The line is... down into the hole that swallowed Cygnus.

He's humming a rather cheerful ditty, as if it was a fine day for fishing.]

Who: Lizardkings
Where: Lizardking
When: Day 288, late evening
What: back from terrorgames and dying /o/

[ two noodles and a newly dualhanded bro walk into a dorm! As soon as the door's closed, the bro turns to one noodle and says: ]

I won't go.

Who: Dolphins and friends
Where: Geardormland
When: Day 288, postgame
What:

*game? what game? no one here died at all. those burned up uniforms? just a figment of your imagination*

Not sure there's enough left of this shirt to fix.

Who: Dumb morons
Where: The Arena
When: Day 289, morning (TIMEBENDING LIKE CRAZY somehow we are back before good ends)
What: Bad decisions

[ringing the Ophiuchus bell]

YO, BLACK-HEARTED BASTARDS! SEND UP THE DUMBEST MORON YOU GOT! I'M ASSUMING IT'LL MOST LIKELY BE PARROT!

Who: Pyxis and Friends!
Where: Pyxis
When: Day 288, postgame
What: MEMORIES and MEETING

[someone is sitting in the kitchen, med kit open and sprawled all over the table, attempting to patch himself up.

It's going about as good as you'd expect]

—fuck, why won't you bow to my whims, gauze!

(WE PICKIN' AT THIS ALL WEEKEND, BITCHES)

Who: Lyvus and visitors
Where: Lyvus dorms
When: Day 288, post-game
What: sadness and hugpiles?

[Sad teammates are coming back after the game. Woe.]