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The Judges Of Sabra La Tau (sabra_la_iudex) wrote in sabra_la_tau,
@ 2010-08-06 19:40:00

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!days 150-159, albert de morcerf, allen walker, amami riku, apollo justice, ashikawa mitsuru, claude c. kenni, danielle 'dani' phantom, dean winchester, edward elric, excel, fay d. flourite, gokudera hayato, howard link, johnny rayflo, kiryuu zero, kudo shinichi, kuroba kaito, minami ikki, nabuca, nakayama yayoi, rabi, ryougi shiki, sakura, uchiha itachi, wanijima akito, watanuki kimihiro, yoi-te, yuffie kisaragi, {cara mason}, {charles j. krishund}, {chaz villette}, {elgala}, {howell jenkins}, {il palazzo}, {kharg meleol nidellia}, {kohaku}, {lenalee lee [1]}, {lucy}, {mireille bouquet}, {natsume maya}, {red xiii/nanaki}, {shut hell}, {simi}, {sohma rin}, {uruki}, {zack fair}, {{{akatsuki chika}}}, {{{almaz von almadine adamant}}}, {{{bianchi}}}, {{{cloud strife}}}, {{{date masamune}}}, {{{hakuba saguru}}}, {{{james t. kirk}}}, {{{leonard 'bones' mccoy}}}, {{{mao}}}, {{{mikaila}}}, {{{miranda lotto}}}, {{{mitani wataru}}, {{{revan}}}, {{{spock}}}, {{{taiki}}}, {{{tailmon}}}, {{{toboe}}}, {{{zelgadis greywords}}}, ~{weaver}

Who: All regular Blanks
Where: In your dorms
When: Day 155 and 156
What:

[It doesn't really happen all at once, or to every dorm at the same time. But over these two days, you might spy a tiny spider slipping under the door. It is soon followed by several others, skittering along the floor, up the common room table and small cocoons of webbing are industriously opened. Almost as quickly and efficiently they scatter, vanishing.

If you missed this event... then perhaps you simply looked over and saw six small memory berries and the traces of webbing around them, fine threads catching the torchlight.]

((OOC: Two things! FIRST! Start your dorm's threads with [Your Team Name] for the sake of organization. SECOND. When you take your memories, ping Nishi with a thread link.))

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	Re: [Pavo] haveaheart 2010-08-07 04:02 am UTC (link)
	Unless you've another theory? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] roadtothesky 2010-08-07 04:07 am UTC (link)
	[Shakes her head.] If Dandy and Sunny and Eve don't know . . . neither do I. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] haveaheart 2010-08-07 04:19 am UTC (link)
	Well, shall we? There's no sense leaving them sitting about. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: [Pavo] hidebehindthe 2010-08-07 04:19 am UTC (link)
	[walking in /o/] ... Ah? Did we win a game? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] roadtothesky 2010-08-07 04:23 am UTC (link)
	So Sunny doesn't know either . . . (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: [Pavo] roadtothesky 2010-08-07 04:24 am UTC (link)
	[Looks back to Howl.] Mm! I'll try! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] haveaheart 2010-08-07 04:25 am UTC (link)
	Have at it, my dear. I shall be your emotional support. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] hidebehindthe 2010-08-07 04:34 am UTC (link)
	What are we trying? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] roadtothesky 2010-08-07 04:37 am UTC (link)
	Memories! It feels right, so . . . mm, it could still be Eve or Dandy. [Eats hers.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] sabra_la_iudex 2010-08-07 04:38 am UTC (link)
	[In the hospital with Ikki, timing cup ramen] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] haveaheart 2010-08-07 04:47 am UTC (link)
	Well? Out with it. We're breathless with anticipation. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] roadtothesky 2010-08-07 04:51 am UTC (link)
	. . . I was visiting Ikki-kun, in the hospital. The same day we met, for the first time. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] haveaheart 2010-08-07 04:53 am UTC (link)
	A pleasant one, then? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] roadtothesky 2010-08-07 04:54 am UTC (link)
	Mm! And . . . I remembered something important, too. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] haveaheart 2010-08-07 04:56 am UTC (link)
	Whatever might that be? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] roadtothesky 2010-08-07 04:57 am UTC (link)
	It's been six minutes and fifty-three seconds since Summer asked if we won a game. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] haveaheart 2010-08-07 05:00 am UTC (link)
	You say it as though it's of some terrible import. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] roadtothesky 2010-08-07 05:12 am UTC (link)
	It is. I thought it was something everyone could do, but . . . . . . if Summer wanted to know exactly when three hours had passed, I could do that too. Without losing a second. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] haveaheart 2010-08-07 05:15 am UTC (link)
	You mean to say it actually was fifty-three seconds? Precisely? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] roadtothesky 2010-08-07 05:16 am UTC (link)
	Mm! Exactly. . . . it's seven minutes and forty-five, now. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] haveaheart 2010-08-07 05:17 am UTC (link)
	Good heavens, that's frightfully useful. If we ever have a timed game, we shall be perfectly prepared. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] roadtothesky 2010-08-07 05:19 am UTC (link)
	Would Summer like to go next? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Pavo] haveaheart 2010-08-07 05:22 am UTC (link)
	They seem harmless enough. Whyever not? [Picks one up, considers it... nom.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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sabra_la_iudex
2010-08-07 05:27 am UTC (link)

As you swallow the memory berry, you feel something in your stomach clench and your mind seems to fray at the edges for a split second as you experience the memory unfolding in your consciousness.

[[You ran out of paper a while ago. Your designs now stretch almost the expanse of the floor. The inks are long since used, dried or spilled and you have taken to the rough and indelicate lines of charcoal for now. It was important to get this mad idea out while the fever still had your bones. If it went away before you finished, you'd never find it again... just a few equations away, just a few lines from completion.

She is in the room sometimes, sometimes she's not. She's a practical one... doesn't try to stop it anymore. Just calmly suggests. Occasionally questions. She sits beside you, hands folded on her lap, eyes down and watching your scrawl.

"Almost finished."

"You can tell?"

"By the design... no." She shakes her head, then smiles, her angular face softening with the expression. "It's that kind of energy."

"It is like this when it happens, isn't it?" You don't stop. You are almost there.

"I've been preparing the engineers and builders. They are waiting for you."

"You're a marvel, my dear." You say, honestly meaning it. Just a few more lines. Your right hand finishes an inner schematic, while your left completes the last structural equation. You frantically scan the work, reprocessing it, even as you feel the energy, the near divine inspiration rushing away from you. The moment you confirm it... that it IS complete, you fall to your knees, suddenly weak. You aren't sure when you last ate or drank, but it's been at least that long since you've slept.

You fall back, laughing. "Done!"

"It is..." She reaches down and traces a line. "What is it this time."

"A bridge... A way up! A building higher than anything ever before." You lift your hands, gesturing in the air. "At it's pinnacle, I could walk right out and kiss-"]]

The memory ends abruptly.

As you return, the memory settles, interlaced with the rest of your recovered life, as if that was just another part of the world and people you left behind. It's hard to shake any of the conviction that it was real and it had happened to you, any more than you would a normal memory.

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sabra_la_iudex
2010-08-07 05:28 am UTC (link)

[There is the gentle sound of a shuttle moving through taut thread, and as the memory settles deep, your eyes open to the familiar garments of your kin on both yourself and those around you, dyed a delicate shade of violet.

At first glance of those voluminous robes, some would think priests or scholars. They fall to the ankles on both genders (though it's not like those under the peacock banner can be judged by normal standards; much like their namesake, often enough and to the folly of many it is the men who catch the eye first), the sleeves almost as long, open along the bottom seam to fall cape-like around the arm.

At first glance, that. At second, one might see something else; the loose, gathered sleeves of the men's tunics, woven of soft panna and silk, that drift soft around their necks. Ever the more plan, girls favour simple shirts, short-sleeved and tighter to the body. Where both have straps latched over their shoulders, the short jumpers held up by those on the girls are a far cry from the long, sleeveless overdress that hangs to the feet on the men. Yet both are of the same, sturdy woven cort (and faint enough, if one looks, are the remains of stains from oils and ash, or the brush of chalk), light enough to catch the breeze without risking tears during a long day's work. Boots rise to the ankle on girls, and lace up the calves of the men, both worked of a leather stiff enough to resist the odd dropped object; softer hides are found on the pouches of their belts, tucked tight above the short cut of the jumpers, and hanging in a cascading trio down one side of the men's robes.]