InsaneJournal

Who: Any
Where: The Arena
When: Day 191, evening
What:

[The Call to the Arena today is loud and distinctive. Some of you may have even heard it before... the air seems to fill with the wild chords of electric guitars, heavy, thrumming bass, and someone really having a great time pounding out a rhythm on the drums. The vocals are missing, but it is unmistakably rock and roll, at that verge of edging onto metal.

Banners of brown and white stretch over a distinctly divided room. To one side, it could easily pass for an austere Victorian dining hall. A lacquered black table stretches out with a few ornamental ceramic pots of steaming water, and a varied selection of tea leaves to strain. Small pastries sit on ornamental plates, and the main dishes seem to be some kind of small marinated bird. To the other, the table becomes far more rough hewn, and the surroundings a bit more like a Medieval hall. Heavy chairs and a few stumps have been pushed up to the table... and the main course seems to be something that smells almost like lamb, and a wide variety of vegetable fare. There are two washbasins, one with water and the other with blood.

In front of both Van and Mikaila's places there are special dessert plates that have not yet been filled. But more importantly, there is a side table dedicated to alcohol.

Outside of the immediate area of the table, there's a small table filled with french fries, onion rings and punch.]