Sabra La Tau

Who: Zero, Shift, others?
Where: By the river
When: Day 114, afternoon
What: Laundry


Is this outfit really necessary, Shift?

[pointing to the newly acquired maid outfit from the last game, (complete with white frilly apron) that he is currently wearing]

Who: An Emo Vampire, anyone
Where: Lurking about various dorm entrances
When: Day 112, evening
What: MY ALL THESE BLANKS LOOK MIGHTY TASTY, too bad someone's soul is black with depressing despair.


My hunger is the color of my soul.

Who: PEOPLE!
Where: Neeaarrr Cepheussssssss?
When: Day 111, late evening
What: NEW PERSON AT CEPHEUS. IT'S LIKE A PARTY

[ A blank decked out in awesome purple wandering about the surrounding area, huzzah huzzah. You should bother him. ]

Who: Everyone
Where: Everywhere
When: Day 111, Late Morning
What: Game!!1

[The lights don’t seem quite as bright as they usually are in the arena today. The dimmed lights make it impossible to see far into the arena, but even so the grand Victorian mansion taking up the centre of it would be difficult to miss. It looks like it could have seen better days, the paint flaking off and a few of the glass panes of the windows broken. The curtains are all drawn on the first of the three floors, making it neigh impossible to take a peek inside. The front of the mansion is adorned with six doors in a row though, each door’s frame painted in two colours, one door for every pair of partner teams.]

[Behind the mansion, on top of the throne, sits a new statue in complete silence. And despite the lack of head, you might feel as if you’re being closely watched by it.]

[Of course, once you make your way into the arena you might care about neither of the things mentioned above, because sitting in a circle are eleven familiar shapes, the twelfth shape being a pair of Groucho Marx glasses. If you look closely enough you can see how they are still breathing, if very faintly. And floating above each and everyone of them, well out of reach from you, is a tiny rag doll replica of the unconscious blank (or little dollsized glasses in case of Dingbatticus).]

(Mingle)
(Rules/Game Start)
(Endgame)
(Memories)

((Despite what some IC rules might sound like, this is a no death game. Your characters will just not be privy to this information ICly))

Who: Marisa, anyone
Where: Lake!
When: Day 109, evening
What: In what she thinks is privacy, a midboss is using the water's reflection to practice being social.

Good evening! Isn't it a lovely day for a game! Maybe your memory won't even be completely traumatizing!

Who: Cygnus + anyone.
Where: Pygnus area.
When: After the game.
What: Delivering memories.

[returned from bloody game time with memories in tow--or at the the small pink one, is]

Who: Everyone
Where: The Arena
When: Day 107, late afternoon
What:

The Storyteller's statue stood silently, overlooking the rocky field. In one hand, she held her book closed, and smiled contently. Did the sheep win? Did the wolves? It was hard to tell in such a case.

They all weren't so different, she mused. The wolves were just a bit hungry, and the sheep were hardly innocent. What would they have done, in such a role? Perhaps she was wrong to assume they were so nasty after all!

Whatever the case, the game had ended, and it was a story for another day. . .but she couldn't wait to read it!

Who: The Flock
Where: The Arena
When: Day 107, eearly morning

All was silent through the twisted tunnels of Sabra La Tau. The morning torches began to light, and the flock began to graze.

It was quite the ordinary routine for everyone but the poor, weary blanks. Dutifully they continued to play the game, hoping to protect their loved ones. But were they protecting friends or foes? Just how close were the sheep to ending the game, or ending their lives. . .

Let's read on to find out!

((Mingle/DEERP // Vote Pt 1 // Vote For Reals // Paper Animals ))

Who: The Flock
Where: The Arena and elsewhere!
When: Day 106, evening
What:

And so the second chapter closed, and the power struggle between sheep and wolves raged on! But oh, as night approaches, what evil lurks in the Blanks' caverns? As they carry on with their mundane activities, what horrors will they face? Will they continue to sacrifice the innocent? Aaah, only time will tell! The Judge giggled with excitement, expecting the best out of her flock.

Stone head buried deep in her book, the Judge continued to read, as the sheep of the arena engaged in an unorthodox game of kick head--ah, ball. Yes, that's what I meant.

((Players only in this post o/! Mingle // ??? // Vote + Weapons))

Who: All Blanks
Where: The arena
When: Day 106, later afternoon
What:

And so the first chapter ended, and the brave sheep offered up two blanks, solemnly giving into their fate as Players! But who between these unfortunates would be sent to the butcher's?

It's a question I can not answer, dear reader, but the story is only beginning! What the future holds for both the adorable flock and those ugly dogs is not yet written!

The tale continues on, as signified when a familiar tally keeping sheep waddles into the arena, and the blanks are drawn back.

Who: Blanks
Where: The Arena
When: Day 106, Afternoon (fast forwarding a bit)
What: Game!

[TODAY IN THE ARENA...it is filled with cardboard grass. And cardboard sheep. All lazily wobbling about as if the were actually grazing. As for the Judges throne. . .]

On the throne stood the dainty shepherd known as the Storyteller, dressed quite properly for her role for the upcoming game. She stood valiantly watching over he beloved flock, oh so worried about the nasty dogs that always picked on them. Surely the blanks would provide some stress relief and aid her! As they filed in she begin to quip:

"Baa baa dear blanks
Are you easily fooled?
How quickly, just how quickly
Can you find all the wolves?"

((Mingle // Rules/Questions // Votings // ETA Will return around 7:30pm EST))

Who: Any
Where: Outside of the Angerdome
When: Day 105, shortly after the game
What:

[A dog, two very drunken bros, and two ladders between them and home.

This can only end well.]

... m'be I should go look for 'im now.

Who: Anyone
Where: OUTSIDE Cepheus
When: Day 102, afternoon
What: WAKEFULNESS. Kinda.

...what day is this. What TIME is this.

And did a creepy old woman run a game that wasn't a game. I remember that.

And where is everyone.

Who: YOU
Where: The arena
When: Day 101, morning
What: Game 70 endgame

Congratulations, little blanks, on another game well played.

And congratulations as well to those of you who have won prizes. We trust you'll put them someplace on prominent display. Surely any visitors to your dorms will be impressed by the achievements~.

Who: YOU
Where: The arena
When: Day 101, morning
What: Game 70

[In the center of the arena today stands the statue of the Twins, identical faces smiling just slightly, each with a hand frozen in raised greeting. The single long table before the throne is lined with chairs enough for every blank to take a seat, and each place has been set with cutlery and a plate of polished wood. In the center of the table, low bowls in each of the team colors are arranged, their hues setting off the strange, shimmering grey of the flowers that float in the water they contain. Hedged in around the bowls, almost crowding them out, is food- melons, peaches, grapes; an assortment of cheese, yellow, white, and red; and soft, savory rolls with plates of creamy herb butter.]

[The voice that speaks is light and playful- amused.]

A pleasant morning to you, little blanks. I had such fun with our last game that I've decided to arrange another, and my charming sister has agreed to lend her assistance again.

Do help yourselves to the refreshments, won't you? We'll begin shortly.

[OOC- No matter where the members of Orion sit, there seems to be a small but inconveniently-placed spring poking out of each of their respective chairs. Wherever Badger sits, if he is present, he finds himself with five (5) sets of cutlery.]

(( Mingle
Sign-in
Rules
Introductions
Winner announcements
Endgame))

Who: River, Tsuna, etc
Where: patrol, mmmaybe closer to Cygnus than necessary
When: Day 99, night
What: OPHIUCHUS!!!

[it's one of those lizardfucking dogs of the Judges out on patrol!1!]

Who: Waterbearer, Dude, YOU
Where: The Arena
When: Day 99, late afternoon
What: Surf's up
[In the arena today, the statue of The Dude has the fountain/statue of the Waterbearer in a cheerful headlock. Somehow.

Who: Pygnus
Where: Cygnus dorms
When: Day 98,
What: KNOCKIN' ON ONEE-SAMA'S DOOR

[the war rooms open. no one is squished.]


Well played everyone. I, for one, am quite impressed. Your memories will be forthcoming momentarily.

Who: everyone
Where: at your dorms
When: Day 96, late evening
What: knocking at your door