Sabra La Tau

Who: You
Where: At the heart of the city, before the great throne
When: ???
What: A Game

[As your vision sharpens, so does the laughter.

Upon the throne sits a statue of Kokoli; the Masked One, the Laughing Liar, the Fool’s Fool. He remains still, and yet his mask seems to shift whenever you glance away. On his lap is Rota, the Pale Maiden, the Death-before-Life. Something seems a little off in their expressions. Hers, a little vacant, distant. His seems more dangerous each time he appears. It seems they were conversing.]

"I'm s-still not sure . . ."

"Don’t worry, babe. You’re gonna knock 'em dead."

((Mingle

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Who: Everyone
Where: The Sacred City
When: King’s Year 200, ???
What:

[The days, weeks and months have been passing quietly. You've have had more than enough things to do. Even after the Builder's gift, there have been new buildings to make, materials to pool together, crops to begin to raise, businesses to start again.

There’s no change of the seasons, but it’s been hard not to notice that time has passed. More than the Oracle originally said would be necessary. It is hard for most to care, with something of a perfect world in front of them.

Lately each morning, you wake up with a start, heart pounding, and for a moment everything is grainy, as if seeing it in on cloth...

The moment you blink, it's gone.]

Who: Everyone
Where: In the Sacred City
When: King’s Year 199, Mid Winter
What:

[It had been a slow start through the fall. Nations full of people needing to settle and find shelter. And many despaired... how could such an enormous project be completed by the end of a mere two seasons when most were still milling about supplies and accommodations?

But as they do, gears shifted as the temperatures rose... as night became a nostalgic memory... Natural ingenuity blended with mad genius with simple practicality and by early winter, the great keystone... a project of masonry that had taken nearly as much time as the construction of the great stone walls themselves was complete and secured into place for the rest of the walls to be completed around it.

Construction had slowed ... even with ants to carve and carry, even with machinery of steam and clockwork and nearly a quarter of the world in labor.... the hours that COULD be worked became less and less... and working became less of a normal function and one of devotion, heroism and madness.

But today.... the last blocks had been placed, the keystone was in place and ready... Since last night the world has been thrown into blessed darkness. The air is uncomfortably warm, but no longer scalds to breathe, and the light comes from torches and magic.

Today, many people have gathered below the keystone, eyes turned upward.

Today, the supports are removed.]

Who: Current workers and refugees, and late stragglers
Where: The base of the great mountain
When: King's Year 199, late fall
What:

[By this point, the walls have begun to curve up and over, and most areas require scaffolding . The supports are massive and each area has been flagged before they were very precisely set.

More great ants from the Pavo lands have begun making their way in, apparently of their own intelligence, and have taken to moving the blocks to the higher areas on their own.

The heat has become intolerable during the day. Even a few minutes outside burns, and more and more caught unaware are requiring treatment. The nights are bright. Torches are no longer needed; even in what used to be deep dark the horizons flood with the Old Woman's light.

Stragglers who survive the journey are quickly taken in, and often times treated. Some residents have raised concerns about food and water, but the Oracle remains quiet and calm, saying that such will be provided if necessary. The real question remains of whether the great shelter, now called 'The Sacred City' by the priests, will be done in time.]

Who: Anyone
Where: Anwhere
When: ????, ????????
What: MORE OF THE PAST WITH PAST THINGS HAPPENING....... IN THE PAST

Who: BLANKS
Where: ARENA
When: Day 194, noon
What: GAME

[ For those who know the Huntress's voice, the Call is in her voice: ]

Gynonudomania, yataghan, acataleptic, quadragintesimal, zymase, macaronic, keratogenic.

( ... )

SIGNUP | MINGLE | TEAM DISCUSSION, 1 | GAMERULES, TEAM DIVISIONS, TEAM CUBICLES | ENDGAME | MEMORIES

Who: Cygnus and visitors
Where: Cygnus dorm/Pygnus area
When: Day 193, all day
What: Confirming all of Cygnus is present, catching up on current events, visitors, and meeting Shine

[For the better part of the day and the benefit of their new member, the Cygnus dorm's door is left wide open.

Any Pygnus in the room a bit later, feel free to overhear discussions on Team Journals]

Who: Some Vulps and you!
Where: Everywhere!
When: Day 193, evening
What: Reeeeeecon! Following this occurrence.

[so there's a small troop of Vulpecula who are wandering around and knocking on the doors of various dorms--possibly yours!]

It's Vulpecula, we're just here to talk.

Who: Lightning Rod!!1 and anyone else
Where: Alll over
When: Day 193, through the daaaay
What: how does I distract blanks 8|a!

[ONE UROBRO is marching through the blank commons, deciding to spread some. . .CHEER. . .so no one's afraid of that big bad earthquake or the fact that people are apparently coming from the pillar! HOW? By yelling in a bullhorn of course]

HEEEEEEEEY, BLANKS! All blanks that need to vent a little! Would you like to let some of that rage go and tase an Ophiuchus? No strings attached! If ya manage to knock me out ya get an apple for your troubles, too! C'mon everyone, be happy!

[.....welp!]

Who: People
Where: the southern end of the Pygnus-Lyvus cavern
When: Day 193, afternoon
What: invocation

[Once things have calmed down a little after the earthquake, those sensitive enough might notice the time anomaly slowly approaching the Pygnus-Lyvus caverns from the direction of the southern caves. Even those who are not sensitive will probably notice the distinct rumbling groan of rocks shifting against one another. At the site of one of the collapsed cave entrances, the rocks very slowly shift. Like a reverse earthquake, they lift back into place until it is just as pristine as it's pre-quake state.

A few moments later, an exhausted looking Pyxides steps from the cave mouth, blinking in the glare of torchlight. She's shaking from head to toe as sweat drips down her face as she tries to orient herself.]

... back...?

Who: ... ?
Where: Heading toward the dorms
When: Day 193, morningish
What:

[After the shock of the night before, it's understandable that the Blanks might be a bit more apprehensive today as they clean up the broken bits scattered around their rooms. Perhaps they'll venture outside the dorm area, keeping an eye out for structural damage at the baths, seeing what can be salvaged in the forge, or maybe checking their gardens to ensure the vegetation is stable ...

If they do, it won't be hard to notice a young woman in pink walking from the North -- not the normal pink you see now, either. Instead of the flowing sashes and exotic folded cloth that cover today's swans, this girl is dressed in the familiar and plain skirted tunic and leggings that was the previous norm, now layered in dust and tattered to the point of being threadbare. Even as she carefully holds herself away from the cave walls, keeping her arms folded tightly around herself, anyone with an eye for detail will notice that both arms are only covered in grime, not metal. It's also fairly obvious from the way she's squinting that her eyes haven't adjusted to the light of these particular caves yet. There weren't many torches -- or any, for most of the journey -- to light the way behind her, after all.

She makes sure to give any stone she passes by a wiiide birth, eyes darting away from them uneasily before continuing to walk hesitantly on. She's undoubtedly coming toward the main living area, though one look at her face would tell you that she has no earthly idea where she's headed ... or where she came from. Her voice is quiet, thin and scratchy from disuse and fear, but she keeps talking to herself because she can hear it. The hitch in her voice only serves to emphasize her unmistakable accent:]

-- ep moving. Got to ... not stop. He'll keep me again ... don't want ... to not move -- anymore. Yeah. This way ... got to keep going ... this way ...

Who: Mirror + various
Where: Various dorms, then ???
When: Day 192 (from early morning until whenever, to work around timespace shenanigans)
What: Penalties!

[The day after the two Lepus team members departed ... There's a familiar presence moving through Sabra, knocking on your doors and catching you out by the lake, depending on where you are.]

(( OOC: I will start threads for each character! Please indicate your location (in the dorms, out by the lake, wherever) when you first comment to your thread. After you're done, you may use this post to RP fallout/coming back from Mirror if you want. ))

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.]

Who: Hey dudes~
Where: Pyxis dorms
When: Day 190, early afternoon
What: Mission times.

[HEY PYXIS THERE'S A KNOCKING ON YOUR DOOR]

Who: :'D
Where: Anywhere
When: Day 191, afternoon-ish
What: shhhhhh. listen~

[There is an Uoboros wondering about~ And seems to be humming cheerfully to himself. And possibly laughing to himself at random intervals. Sometimes, he may even pause and cock his head as if listening to something before continuing on his way, visiting all you wonderful colored blanks, you.]

Who: anyone and some pyxis dudes
Where: Near the river
When: Day 190, lateish morning
What: Laundry 8|a

[TWO PYXIS HAVE......thrown a few articles of clothing in the river]


. . .I don't think they're getting clean.

Who: Apple, anyone
Where: Lake
When: Day 190, mid-morning
What: a present

[Apple is trying to fish in shallow waters with a spear, but suddenly jumps. Splash!]

Ye-owch!!

Who: Everyone!
Where: Arena
When: Day 188, evening
What: Game~

[The call to the arena goes out as usual. This time around, Mirror's statue is in the arena, presiding over the proceedings with a soft smile on her face. There's also a circle of glass buildings around the center of the arena, arranged in a familiar, War Rooms pattern...]

Let's begin this experiment, shall we?

(( MINGLE until 8 PM EST
WAR ROOMS until 9:30 EST
SAFETY FUNTIMES - ?????
ENDGAME
REVIVALS))

Who: All Blanks
Where: The Arena
When: Day 186, late evening
What: Game 116

[You are called to the Arena by the sounds of an impatient tapping. The statue that looks down upon you is stern, the face gaunt, and sardonically amused. The arena has several terminals again, screens lit and displaying nothing but a command prompt.

A paper is in front of each terminal, with several lines of options that seem to get more complex as they go along. The only instructions on them is a simple "Circle one, fill out one sheet per team."

[Battle / Parlay
Logic / Emotion
Self preservation / Public good
Unity / Divide and conquer
To live out your time well / Seek eternal life
The practicality of duty / The wisdom of exploration
The game / The result of the game]

Today should be a fairly straightforward experiment. Heh, I highly anticipate your results... and will be greatly interested in what you discover of yourselves today. I do encourage wholehearted participation.

Fill out the forms in front of you... we will begin as you finish.

[Mingle
Answer sheets!
Beginnings
Post-game Mingling]

((OOC: Straightforward choose your adventure game! Grading will be done at the end on a variety of factors! We will start in an hour to an hour and a half depending on as I finish prep!))

Who: Those who have waited through the day
Where: The arena
When: Day 185, evening
What: A conclusion

[Dim light filters down from the arena’s heights; not so bright as to leave the ruins of buildings more than shadowed silhouettes, not so dark as to keep you from finding your way down, and down, to where a single flickering torch lights a broken courtyard.]