Sabra La Tau

Who: BLANKS AND STUFF
Where: ARENA AND PLACE
When: Day 183, midmorning
What: ~A GAME~

I heard a rumor that there was a game today! A game! A question, an answer! An answer and a question! Or maybe it is just a picnic! A hang-out for us. I invite you to a shindig! I heard a rumor that there was a game!

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Who: Hydra & friends
Where: Just outside Hydra
When: Day 181, early afternoon
What: Baby!Hydra

[there is a new face getting his suspicious, angry skulking on just outside of Hydra! He's dressed in Hydra colors, has long pretty flowing hair, and oh, definitely holding fast to that knife! approach with caution]

Who: DelPavo and friends!
Where: The DelPavo area
When: Day 180, after good ends
What: MEETING THE NEW TEAMMATE?!


[this little srsdolphin looks very intrigued by the dorms! after examining all of outer structure/garden, and the like, he heads inside and starts poking things in the kitchen]

Who: Any
Where: The Arena
When: Day 180
What:

[The Call that resounds from the Arena is loud, echoing to every part of Sabra. A regal crescendo of notes and then anticipatory silence. Should you follow it today, the Arena is that strange darkened landscape again...

Simple darkness fills your vision, no delineation between up and down, walls or even the floor. You can only see the throne in the far off distance, and five pathways each covered with a lush carpet: Pink, White, Brown, and two distinct shades of Blue. They bear the sigil of the graceful Swan, the majestic Unicorn, a the nimble Hare, the canny Dog and deft Dolphin embossed into the weave. Should you turn around, there is no exit yet, but there is a small table, filled with punch, and several large party platters filled with salted hard breads and a few jam filled pastries dusted with confectioners sugar.]

[However, should you follow any of the pathways, the landscape begins to change...]

((OOC Note: As usual, those who run Judges may feel free to have them interact in sand form with the winners.))

Who: Pavo, Kurogane, those who wish to revel in awesome
Where: Outside Pavo
When: Day 179, late morning (also known as simply 'morning' to those who shun those too early times certain other individuals favour, and possibly known as 'noon' to those selfsame individuals)
What: Mission complete!

[The past two days, the members of Pavo have been far more reclusive than usual. Certainly, there's been the odd one running to and fro — peeking out of the common area near to Pyxis and Cygnus especially, hovering by Foreman's Mill until a hewn mushroom log comes drifting down the river, at which point, prize in hand, they scurry back to the underground tunnels connecting each common area to the others.

Periods of silence near the Pavo dorms have been broken, here and there, by the faint rasp of a saw, or pounds of a hammer. Sometimes, even fainter, there's even been the rasp of metal against bone.

But it's today, today, the promised day, when all their efforts have come together.

Today, just outside the dorms, in all its glory, their project sits complete.]

Who: Pavo and passersby
Where: Outside the Pavo dorms
When: Day 177, late afternoon
What: Mushwood bits

[Behold: Pavo and the stack of tiny pieces of mushwood outside it. Also the man sitting cross-legged and singing to himself as he works at fitting them together.]

Sosban fach yn berwi ar y tân,
Sosban fawr yn berwi ar y llawr,
A'r gath wedi sgrapo Joni bach.

[He can't carry a tune.]

Who: Watanuki + Aeris + everyone
Where: Inside your dreeeeeams
When: Day 176, night. (after Allen's return.)
What: Watanuki and Aeris go dreamwalking. Shenanigans ensue!

[Watanuki would be a pretty damn competent dreamwalker ... if he had all of the relevant memories back. As it is, he has the power required but not the control. Which means that his forays into the dreamworld lead to a big fat interconnected mess of unconscious psyche.

What are you dreaming about tonight?]


(( OOC: Dreampost! This is done CFUD-style. For those not familiar with that, here's how it works:

A) If you comment to the post, you're hosting a dream of your own. People can comment to you as part of the dream (i.e., you dreaming about them in your head) or as a connected interloper.
B) Similarly, if you comment to someone else's thread, you're either part of their dream or crossing over from yours to theirs.
C) Feel free to remember as much of (or as little of) the dreams as you like.
D) If you're participating, then your bracer is open a tiiiny crack or two during slumber. Or otherwise briefly permeable.
E) Watanuki (and probably Aeris) will be out and about, but not commenting to everyone. Ping us if you want one of us in particular. ))

Who: Everyone.
Where: The Arena.
When: Day 176, morning.
What: A new game ♥

[the arena today has a new statue: a pair of embracing lovers. Oh, great. That aside, though, the area directly around the statue is more appealing, with wine bottles and glasses on tables, and piles upon piles of comfortable pillows, satin and velvet and tasseled. The Judge’s voice is smooth and lilting and masculine, with a hint of good humor.]

Welcome to my humble game. Please, take some time to relax and de-stress before we begin.

[there are also, inexplicably, two rows of squishy slippers in various team colors lined up neatly next to the statue. Well, if you’re here, why don’t you slip into something a little more comfortable . . .?]

( ooc )

[sign in] [mingle] first round: [Lepus/Canis/Cygnus] [Cepheus/Orion/Vulpecula] [Hydra/Pyxis/Lynx] [Lacerta/Delphinus/Pavo] [mingle 2] second round: [Lepus/Lynx/Pavo] [Cepheus/Pyxis/Cygnus] [Corvus/Hydra/Lacerta] [Delphinus/Canis/Vulpecula/Orion end: endgame] memories: [Lepus] [Cygnus] [Delphinus] [Hydra] [Lacerta]

Who: Everyone!
Where: The Arena
When: Day 173, morning
What: A game, a game!

[There's a tick-tock, tick-tock coming from the arena today, and as you get closer it multiplies, the ticking of clocks and the rustle of papers chiming together in a whole bunch of ticky noises. When you arrive, the statue is of a man in his prime, with a watch on his wrist and his arms and chest scribbled on all over with numbers and foreign characters. The marks range from clumsy to an intricately detailed hand, diagrams of dots and lines, numbers, all kinds of markings. some are even "carved" into the stone.

He's leaning standing in front of a simple sundial on a pedestal. If he's aware of the irony of a sundial in a place with no sun, he finds it hilarious, going by the broad grin on his face.]

The time, the time-- just look at the time! How it flies. It's time for me to make an appearance!

Will something important happen to-day? Will everyone remember? You all grow so fast! ♪ It makes me remember the past... Aah, which is more exciting, the past of the future? Or what's happening now? I just can't decide.

The game is afoot, everyone! Be gentle, it's my first time!

[[MINGLE
HARD RESET
AN ANNOUNCEMENT
EXPLORE!!
Lake
Forge
Dorms
Anywhere else/You are lost]]

Who: Cepheus and EVERYONE
Where: All the dorms
When: Day 172, all day
What: Librarians' Surveyors

* today there is a Cepheus ringing YOUR doorbell. Or knocking at your door. Or coming up to you on your porch. Whatever. *


(( OOC: Team names in the subject line of comments! o/ ))

Who: Everyone
Where: The arena
When: Day 165, morning
What: A Game

[The bright vibrant call of a horn echoes through the caves today, calling all blanks to the arena. Those who listen closely as they go might be able to hear the sound of feet beating the ground in pursuit, an unfamiliar howl, and the sound of dogs—true dogs, and not those yapping runts that Soldier calls dogs—baying at their prey.

Upon entering the arena, they look upon a statue of a woman with a bow and arrow clutched in hand. The arrow is notched, aimed at the entry to the arena, looking as though it could let loose and pierce the heart of any hapless blank who would linger too long before entering. The statue's dress is simple, a short skirt and cloth draped across her shoulder, leaving her breast exposed.

On the top of the pedestal, high above the ground a large beast lays resting in wait for his master. His massive body curls easily about the statue's feet. Pitch black fur covers his sides as they heave in and out with the steady breath of his sleeping. His face is curled toward the statue, obscured by two giant paws.

As the blanks gather, the horn sounds again and the statue speaks out in a loud clear voice.]

Come, blanks of Sabra la Tau, the hunt has been delayed for far too long.

[Rules | Mingle | Sign In | Vulpecula | Hydra | Pyxis | Cygnus | Monoceros | Cepheus | Orion/Lepus | Canis | Lacerta | Delphinus/Pavo | Corvus | Lynx | Endgame | Memories]

Suggestion Box! for those interested

Who: DEL whoever I guess
Where: Del, DelPavoarea
When: Day 159, after deaging ~madness~
What: . . . :|a how does I child

[ STUFF SMALL PEOPLE DO. ]

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: 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 ]

Who: Feathers, Pavo, anyone else
Where: Just outside Pavo, across from the party at Delph
When: Day 154, post-game
What: Catching up

[Leaning against the dorm wall, just catching a breath of fresher air.]

. . . home again.

Who: haHA
Where: The Arena
When: Day 154, NOT MUCH LATER
What: haHA

[There is a sudden flux in pressure so strong that those without highly robust sinuses may find their noses bleeding. The looms unweave themselves and crumble to dust. There is a SHUNK! and a POP! and all that was strange stops and the Arena settles back into what's familiar.]



Haha! Oh that Trickster. Why, that wasn't even a proper game by his standards. Well, what can you do? I'm sure you're all tuckered out, so why don't you all just head on home now, and we'll get a better game for you out soon.

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: Corvus, Lynx, visitors
Where: Lyvus common area
When: Day 154, early morning
What: Attempting to carve bone

[So a couple of days ago, Yoi-te cleaned a lizard down to the bones and set them out to dry, also stretching some strips of skin out under rocks.

Well, the skin didn't work so well -- the rocks didn't pin it down tightly enough and it dried out crinkled up instead of smooth. But he's put those strips aside regardless and is sitting outside with his knife, trying to carve the bones into basic small knife and needle-like shapes. He's silent but for the scrape of the knife over bone.]

Who: Dandy, anyone
Where: Delpavo area
When: Day 151, late morning
What:

[One member of Pavo is sitting out in the common area today, fiddling with ... a guitar. He is not playing it so much as trying out all the strings and how they sound together, but it doesn't sound half-bad. Better than hitting rocks together, anyway.

Twangtwangtwang.]

Who: :)
Where: Del
When: Day 149, late morning
What: I CAME FOR YOUR DAUGHTER

[Red is knocking on Del's door, FLOWERS IN HAND

...he may have left some at Pavo's doorstep too but we don't need to talk about that

THIS IS ABOUT ZERO]