Sabra La Tau

Who: Everyone!
Where: Dreamspace
When: Day 200, whenever folks are sleeping
What: Post bzuh naptimes

[So who all here is sleeping after all those past shenanigans? Because this noodle sure is. And he is in your dreams, hooking you up.]

(( OOC: Dream post rules are here. Just take out the note about a magical toy surprise and bold the part where I'm not replying to everyone. :|d ))

Who: Everyone
Where: The Arena
When: Day 200, very early morning
What:

HaHA! Well, that’s enough of that, isn’t it?

[You awaken. You are lying on the Arena floor, in exactly the same health as when you answered the last Call. It seems like ... everyone is here, though some are slower to wake that others.

As you lift your head... you see possibly the most enormous spider you could ever imagine... were it intact and not well broken and torn to pieces, ichor covering a great deal of the Arena. As you watch, it is crumbling, becoming sand... and simply falling away as if it never were. Beside it, an empty loom cracks and falls apart piece by piece as well.

Enormous bloody pawprints lead away towards the Arena doors.

The King is on the throne.]

Up a little late aren’t you? I would run along now, if I were you.

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: Within the Sacred City
When: King's Year 199
What:

[Slowly, the upheaval of the land subsides with each successive flash. Others, one of the thousands and thousands of people find symbols themselves and those few brave, willing touch them.

The land, scattered with tents and crude structures of wood and metal, has become verdant and green. Lush grass, trees all sway in a soft breeze, under the gentle warmth of the sun you once remembered and a sky, perfect and blue.

Creatures, familiar or new, depending on where you once lived, now roam, also exploring the expansive new, wild place in which you live.

In the distance, to the far south, the great doors have vanished.]




[Outside... there is nothing.]

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: Any
Where: At the base of the great mountain
When: King's Year 199, early autumn
What:

[The great mountain is the largest mountain on the content known as the First Land. It is a marker that can be seen over most of the lands of Pyxis and Canis for its inspiring height. The crystal city, in all of its marvels is built into the western side of it, perhaps a fourth of the way up in a valley between it and the nearest mountain.

Its peak is obscured by the clouds, and no traveler or climber ascending to its great top has ever come back alive, leading most to simply accept that it was a dwelling place of the Gods and thus, no place for man or his ilk.

Today, at its base, a priest is pouring over detailed construction plans that seem to shift and expand under their own magic as he pens in the countries and supplies as they come in.

Great flags of black are set in an enormous circle, stretching out of sight in an enormous circle, and far into the lands that are considered Pyxis.

A great deal of shelters are set up, most tent at the moment, within the circle. Food and water getting the first stone structures erected and thus far are without guard.

A young Ophiuchus of Caduceus cut greets you as you approach, and waves you to the table that the hooded, red lined priest sits.]

His excellency has requested you report directly to him. Please hurry and send your representative.

Who: Canis
Where: Canis, the great desert Arakis
When: King's Year 199, midsummer
What: nananana BOSS FIGHT

[Great plumes of sand have been seen rolling through the country all summer. Storms too, such that Canis has never seen. But the desert is not built to hold water for very long; instead, the waters have uncovered an enormous sinkhole in the great desert of Arakis, within which rests something very deep and dark and ancient ...

In the weeks leading up to this encounter, this enormous hole has been the epicenter of the numerous dust storms and other disturbances that have rocked the country. Even the minorly talented shamans have sensed this disturbance in the earth. However, getting to this place has been more than a little difficult. The winds buffeted anyone who came too close. Only now, as the summer approaches its apex, do the winds die down enough for shamans (and other talented folks) to approach. Lazy clouds of sand and grit obscure the mammoth shape ahead of you. And high above your heads fly a number of desert birds, their shadows making lazy circles in the sand far below.]

Who: Pyxis, Canis, Cygnus
Where: By Location
When: King’s Year 199, Early Summer
What:

[As Dawn gives way to the Old Woman’s place in the sky this morning, the Cygnus people have a new, uneasy sight apart from the disturbances of the sky itself.

The crystal towers of the city shine a blood red, as if painted by the sun and the sky.

Soon after, the first messengers appear before the courts: Many of the upper mines have collapsed, though the deepest are intact though the ways up are treacherous.]

[Further off, the red light on the mountain of the Gods is visible on the Pyxis plains, far and wide, and sometimes the only point of navigation as the mix of contradictory winds, heated pouring down off the mountains, and cool rolling in from the waters crash tumultuously over Pyxis and Canis.

Over fields of blasting sand, heavy storm clouds begin to gather, seeming to shun even the heat of the sun. Rolling and boiling on themselves, the storm clouds seem like black mountains, unleashing more rain than most of the areas had seen in years combined... and far too fast for the ground to absorb it.]

Who: Anyone
Where: Anywhere
When: ???, ????
What: Childhoods, Part 2

Who: Buttercup and Altjira + folks in Lacerta
Where: Feramis' cottage
When: King's Year 196, Spring
What: Kidnappings~

[it's a beautiful spring day in the Lacerta neighborhood. Ter is sitting in his garden chair with a ball of yarn, which he is carefully knitting into socks. nothing unexpected could possibly happen today!]

Who: Traders, entertainers, clansmen and visitors willing to brave the wastes
Where: The Canis badlands, an oasis near the Pyxis border
When: Fall, King's Year 198
What: Trade fair!

*Each spring and each fall, on the week of the equinox, the clans of Canis gather to a certain oasis at the edge of the Lacertan mountains, there to exchange tidings, trade and mingle among themselves. They bring with them the finest of glassware, rare spices, liquors distilled from (mostly) cactus, gemstones, certain drugs, and stories from across the world. By tradition, even the worst of enemies greet each other politely while on the trading grounds, and foreigners are made welcome -- especially if they bring goods or stories to trade.*

Who: Anyone
Where: Anywhere
When: Year ????, ????????
What: Your Childhoods

[Once again, that strange patchwork of light and reality bathes the arena. Deep, impenetrable darkness wars with scattered rays of light, illuminating tiny slices of some seemingly unconnected scenery. Here a patch of lush, bluish tinged grass is warmed by the sun and blown by the breeze. There half of a delicate stone fountain is bathed in the first morning light... And over there you see a strange, fuzzy creature skittering and scrambling up a sheer rock face, ducking nervously in and out of shadows.

Scenes like this are scattered throughout the entire Arena without any sense of rhyme or reason... But as you walk further, you find yourself having to step on or around more and more thread. Fourteen shades of fine thread loop, scatter and tangle, condensing and congregating below the throne... leading to fourteen looms, each with a primitive, fuzzy picture coming into view, line by line- starting with the sky at the top.

When you look directly at the throne, it seems empty. It is only out of the corners of your eyes do you catch fleeting glimpses... sometimes fingers twined with thread... sometimes a face: matured with age, but warm and kindly.]

W... d...seek.... ?

Who: People
Where: Outside Cepheus
When: Day 198, morning
What: BEING MADAGASCAR. Hanging out. Being SO SANE

. . .I wish I was a raptor.

Who: Anyone!
Where: Outside Delpavo dorms
When: Day 197, afternoon
What:

*today outside the Delpavo dorms there's a half-metal dolphin drawing on the ground*


*there is also a sign:

UNIFORM REPAIRS FOR TRADE
all teams welcome!*

Who: Lizards, Squidrabis and interlopers
Where: Lacerta dorms
When: 197, afternoon
What: LOTS AND LOTS OF SANITY derp :(


Sir Cobra . . . Sir Cobra, we should probably clean up before we wake Allen.


Buttercup, are you injured at all either?

Who: Whoever
Where: Wherever
When: Day 197, morningish
What: Mmmmmingle post (... hopefully sans eyeballs)

[oh hey, what's going on over there* ...]


((* there being where you indicate in the comment o/ also I'm not responding to everyone! MINGLE AMONG YOURSELVES))

Who: Anyone!
Where: Anywhere!
When: Day 196, after Persona's game
What: Mingle with the mongled

*So apparently a number of people have gone a bit crazy -- though which group is a matter of debate. Depending on their teammates' reactions, they might well be out and around (or they might be locked up in their rooms). Maybe they're meeting you.*

((General mingle around post! I'll be tagging around but not everywhere, most likely.))