The Messenger (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} messagingly) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} sabra_la_tau,@ 2011-04-03 18:12:00 |
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Who: Anyone
Where: The Arena
When: Day 229, noonish
What: [On the throne today is a smiling youth, face ringed by black curls. He has a harp-like instrument in his lap and a pen behind his ear. It's been a while since any have seen him, but, perhaps, to the oldest and most keen observers here, he seems perhaps a touch thinner than last time. The Arena is not terribly decorated for his appearance, indeed, if not for the statue sitting there, one would not be sure this was really a call at all.]
Good afternoon, duckies, good afternoon! Who's ready for some wholesome (and platonic!) self-exploration and completely non-fatal fun, hmm? I know I certainly am. Yes, I'm sure you've all been having just unbearable amounts of fun, but you know, let's just- . . .
[clears his throat]
Ahem. Sorry, I was saying, let's just slow it down. Maybe, oh, I don't know, talk about our feelings a while.
((Technically, yes, this is a loser game, but anyone can play.))