Sabra La Tau

WHO: whoever's awake I DON'T KNOW, SOME ASSHOLES
WHERE: BY THE RIVER
WHEN: DAY 179 HANGOVER O'CLOCK
WHAT:

[It's not quite the call of a game, but you might just be drawn to the large fertile area downstream of the lake. There's a pack of corgis chilling here already, rolling around and chewing on things and doggie paddling about.]

CONGRATULATIONS! YOU'VE BEEN SELECTED TO JOIN TOP-SECRET ULTRA-ELITE "NAMES I DREW OUT OF A HAT" CLUB! THE BADASSEST MOTHERFUCKING CLUB THIS SIDE OF THE ARENA! I'LL LAY THIS SHIT OUT FOR YOU REAL SIMPLE. YOUR MISSION, WHETHER OR NOT YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT: ENTERTAIN SOLDIER. YOUR PRIZE: YOU GET TO DRINK BEER WHILE ENTERTAINING SOLDIER.

Who: Cygnus, and anyone else who might be inclined to visit Cygnus
Where: Cygnus dorms
When: Day 178, evening
What: Recovering from game, and memories.

All that good food, and it's a carrot...

Who: Claude, etc.
Where: Southwest common area
When: Day 178, early evening
What: Stress relief for the less capable of blowing shit up \o/

* so after you've done all the chores you can do and EVERYTHING IS STILL TERRIBLE clearly the only option left is swording things :|a *

* every minute or so there's a fwoom of wind and an explosion of dirt streaking across the ground, leaving a long furrow behind... and judging by the number of marks crisscrossing the stretch of soil in this cavern, it's been going on for a while. *

Who: Cygnus
Where: Cygnus! Also Corvus, Lacerta, and Vulpecula
When: Day 177, night
What: whaaat

[well, he's done freaking out and yelling for Judges that don't or won't answer, and has gone from denial to anger to miserable angry acceptance. And now he's trying to find all his teammates and get them together. Plus old teammates.]

Who: Allen annnd anyone poking around in the reeds
Where: washed up on the lakeshore
When: Day 176, late night
What: Mirror finally got her paws on a Lacerta!

[So... This happened.

Now a distinctly dark-skinned young Lacerta has crawled his way to shore, dizzied with the scramble in his head.]

Who: River + Pyxis!
Where: Pyxis dorms
When: Day 168, afternoon
What: Solo mission!

[KNOCK KNOCK]

Hello, Pyxis ♪ It's River. I'm here with a mission for you guys!

Who: anyone!
Where: anywhere!
When: Day 168
What: the sick/the nursemaids/the hunters/the gatherers/those guys sittin' and watchin' cave fungi grow/ a.k.a. Yet Another All-Purpose Post

[let's hope we're not over-harvesting them plague flowers]

Who: Allen
Where: Lacerta dorms
When: Day 163
What: SICK

[The second-youngest Lacerta has been nowhere to be found since Mirror's game. That would be because he is terribly sick. High fever, barely moving, lancing headache, wheezing and wet coughing, dilated eyes that can't handle any light at all. Occasional mumbling for someone who isn't there to shut up and leave him alone already. Worst of all, hasn't eaten in days. He might be dying.

Man, an illness that bad around here might be cause for worry. Where did he catch it? And what if it's contagious!

Of course, you'd have to know it's happening.]

Who: Anyone
Where: Arena
When: Day 162, evening
What: Let’s play

[The sound of bleating goats attracts you to the arena. A new statue sits on the throne.]

Put those silly toys away and entertain me, blanks.

[There are 7 doors. Each door is in the colors of the respective partner teams.]

[Sign-in | Mingle | Game Start | Endgame | Memories]


((OOC: 1) Any weapons you brought into the arena have been turned into harmless cardboard/foam/plastic versions. Weapons that are irremovable from your person have been wrapped in plastic and tagged 'not-child safe'. 2) Attempts at cursing will be censored ala FF7's '@(#$%!'
Please play only one character. If you missed the earlier sign up, you can still sign in now.
Please PM The^Kid /ping Toboe if you have any questions.))

Who: PYXIS!1
Where: Pyxis Dorms
When: Day 161, Later Evening possibly after finishing stalking Bianchi
What: Memories 8)

[what a relatively pleasant night in Sabra!! OVER HERE in team punchy-compass, two are getting ready to take some DELICIOUS MEMBERRIES]

Aaaah, it looks like I missed out a lot, but it's good to finally get around to this.

Who: Pavo, interested stalkers
Where: Pavo dorms
When: Day 161, evening
What: Date antics

[There are three, crisp, solid raps on the door to Pavo's dorm before Bianchi folds her hands in front of herself and settles to wait.]

Who: Pygnus
Where: Pyxis dorms and immediately outside
When: Day 156, evening
What: Baking and memories

[Milite has been working all day with Ikki, straight through the game and its fallout. Gathering supplies, figuring out what will work and what wont, sorting out her memory versus the recipe and what Pyxis already has. At least a few small animals have died, and any number of gathered plants are scattered across the kitchen tried and discarded.

But this.... ... This... is actually a GOOD smell wafting out from the kitchen and even the Pyxis dorms. A lot like cookies baking.]

I've had to make a few small substitutions... but I think it's turning out well.

((OOC note: EVERYTHING BIANCHI COOKS IS POISONOUS. No matter what she starts with, no matter how well intentioned. IT IS POISONOUS. If you have super vision that reveals the TRUE NATURE of things, you will see it for what it is, otherwise, it looks, smells, and tastes NUMMY.

HOWEVER, two things will save you. This is the safest Bianchi will ever be. Her mood is great (her poison becomes more deadly with a bad mood), and she really only has childhood level of experience.

The more shounen tarded you are, the better you can weather this. Iron stomachs are a plus. If you have a weak constitution, I suggest a comedic intervention. Otherwise, you will have HORRIBLE GI distress, and possible pass out.))

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.))

Who: PYXIS
Where: PUNCHING
When: PUNCHING
What: PUNCHING

GET BACK HERE!

[PUNCHING!!!!]

Who: Lacerta, Cygnus, Pavo, Orion, Cepheus, Vulpecula, Pyxis
Where: Arena
When: Late afternoon, day 155
What: Game

The sound of harp chords calls out to certain teams. As dramatic as ever, this time they bring a certain sound of brightness with them.

The arena has been transformed, walls shrouded by thin tent walls, and floors covered with carpets instead of sand. Veiled sits on the throne with a scroll in her lap: around her feet are seven tables, low, with pillows surrounding them.

[OOC: If you are playing and are not going to be on IRC for the game, email me with the name of your character and team in the subject at cookiepirate at gmail.]

[ Mingle | Instructions | Teams | Endgame & Scrolls | Memories ]

WhØ: all
Ѡhεre: where
Wheת: Day 154, ?????
WhДt: game 1ØØ

[The Arena is not as it usually is.

The dawn that breaks over the judge's throne is a fractured thing; bright rays mixed with pale and trembling fingers of light, spots that through the arena seen clear while others still cling to the false night. Here, where the light falls, ruined buildings look whole again, colours lively and fresh. Where a ray falls there, there is no stone at all; the broken archway is instead the spreading limbs of a great tree, reaching for the sky. Pieces of road disappear into patches of deep water, waves crashing on nothing at all.

Here, where darkness stretches, the scenery itself seems to unravel. Lines fray and images fade, as if spun on a tapestry that is but a single pulled thread from being nothing at all.

The air is heavy and full of a pressure that settles behind the eyes, and it's quiet, so quiet, but the echo of sound unheard fills the air . . . murmurs of voices, words without meaning, the soft clack of a shuttle moving through thread.

The throne, when you look, is empty. But when you don't—when your attention strays, when the pressure builds—there may almost be a woman there, a small hand-loom on her lap, a scarf wrapped about her head. Her face is old but kind, unmistakably beautiful despite its age, and her smile is a gentle one.

In front of her there are fourteen large looms, each strung up with one of fourteen unmistakable shades.]

Hero . . . hero . . . hero . . .

Who: Certain parties!
Where: Arena
When: Day 150,OH SO GOD DAMN EARLY
What: Game! Hooray! Rejoicing!

So many little newbies! Fresh faces, ready to face the challenges of the new day. Well I for one am excited.

((OOC: Only those who have officially signed up will ICly hear the call for the game. No ousting tonight!

SIGN IN
MINGLE
RULES
VOTANS))

Who: Blood
Where: Outside of Pyxis
When: Day 149, early afternoon
What: SKINNING THINGS and humming a happy tune to herself

Who: All units
Where: The Arena
When: Day 148, late evening
What: Game 97, endgame

[Far, far later into the night, the torches dim, and once again the lids of the stone boxes will not be moved.]

Vulpecula and Lepus, Canis and Lynx, Corvus and Cygnus. Pavo and Hydra and Monoceros, Lacerta and Delphinus, Orion and Cepheus and Pyxis.

Ophiuchus.

You have played well. I bid you rest.

[Shadows spread like cracks over the stone table, cast by four wizened, stunted bushes, the fruit on their branches soft grey in what remains of the arena light. The blanks for whom the fruit grows ripe know instinctively which is theirs.]

[For all your continuation needs.]