Sabra La Tau

Who: ???
Where: ???
When: ???
What: ???

[You are in white space, floating gently on your back. It's comfortable and warm. The lassitude in the air seeps into your muscles, letting you truly relax. Pushed by something unseen, you rock gently in that empty space, as if floating on small, rolling waves.

Everything is calm and comfortable. What were you just doing? You can't quite fish up the memory but you have a vague, muted anxiety that it was important.

Something urges you quietly to just give it up, just forget.

As you drift... you see someone sitting next to you, calm, understanding...]

Claude | Lenalee | Tazendra | Edward | Maya | Zelgadis | Trixie | Chrono | Alice | Chaz | Rory | Rapunzel | Kenshin | Kurow | Arson | Scowl | Tailmon | Red | Mitsuru | Crown | Razzy | Badger | Shiki | Itachi | Yayoi | Akin | Sharks | Kazuha | Jinx | Lucky | Merry | Ikki | Link | Aoko | Aeris | Kaito | Taisuke | Hizumi | Flonne | Quartz | Parrot | Jace | Kurono | Anchor | Bombastic | Trigger | Flames | Amy | Thistle | Haruto | Allen | Violet | Dean | Almaz | Gray | Blaze | Kohaku | Tifa | Mikiya | Lotus | Poppy | Emil | Apple | Peter | Elgala | Albert | Emiri | Erik | Charles | Impmon | Kururu |

Who: Guests, invited or otherwise.
Where: The Nest of the Royal Family, Crystal City
When: King's Year 198, early spring
What: The annual Flight of the Swan ball is opening…

[As the air began to warm, the invitations went out: a pair of pure white swan feathers, tied in a ribbon of royal pink. And now, the night of the ball opens up, inviting young and old from near and far to the ballrooms of the Royal Nest. As is common since King Charles ascended the throne, a good number of the invitations have been received by those judged worthy but of common ancestry. Of course, there's always the party crashers or being part of the extra staff hired to accommodate the number of guests, if you weren't lucky enough to rate one of the special invitations…

Whoever you are, as proof that you've been invited, you have obtained one of the swan feathers from the private aviaries of the royal family (or had it given to you as part of your uniform) and worn it as a sign that you definitely belong at the opening of the social Season of Cygnus. And now, brilliant harps sounds softly under proud trumpets and soft flutes, as the doors of gold and crystal open to admit the guests into the great crystal chambers and into presence of the Royal Family…]

Who: All, eventually
Where: Various
When: King's Year 198, early fall
What: A messenger approaches.

[A tall, gaunt man walks across the plains alone approaching a small gathering of Pyxis tribes, with little fear or hesitation. He seems to have appeared out of almost nowhere, and unphased by the pre-monsoon winds. He swathed in the black uniforms of an Ophiuchus priest and uniform is lined with red. Though his cloak is drawn over his face, you can see something of a tight line of his lips and his hands, when he speaks, are slow moving and expressive.

He stops just before the first tribesman approaching him.]

I seek the chieftain of all the tribes, and then the clan with the greatest speed and experience.

((OOC: ALL THE COUNTRIES will be visited to speak with a regent, king, leader or whatnot. If you don't have a player character who is suitable, feel free to use sabra_la_au to speak for them. If you're stumped and want us to whip something up or off screen it, let Nishi know and we'll work something out.))

Who: Any
Where: The Arena
When: Day 127, noon
What: The going away party of Frey Wilhazen and Charlie Crews

[At the very peak of noon, there is another Call to the Arena, heard by any outside and faintly through the door for those inside. It is unusual, like no other Judge you might have heard; the sound is heavily strings and woodwinds, picking out and carrying a complex, soaring melody and counterpoint. While not the rousing anthem of Pyxis' win, the music reverberating through the caverns of Sabra is no less a call of victory, gracefully climbing through minor chords and spinning its own thoughtful counterpoints.

As before, the instruments sound just a little off from anything you may have remembered, a touch of something deeply foreign keeping you from identifying the source of the instrument.

When the Blanks finally reach the Arena, soft pink banners are strung across the expanse of the Arena. A large table with enough chairs for Pyxis and Cygnus set in the very center of the Arena, directly under the gaze of the King, who sits again in the throne.

Covered dishes, filled with dark, pink centered meats, a clear white beverage that smells delicately alcoholic, and oddly oval slices of a bright yellow fruit and an assortment of thick greens. A small, delicate glass cup of chocolate cream is in front of each plate, and in front of two plates sit rich, red velvet cake, the insides filled with a berry mix that both Frey and Charlie will immediately know as theirs.

Again, there is a small space laid out for a traditional dance, and a small, far less elegant table, filled with fingerfoods, punch and this time, there are several masquerade masks of a rather wide variety of creatures, caricatures and more abstract, simple masks.]


((OOC: Judges, same rules apply for appearances! Please contact us for any questions! Everyone enjoy~))

Who: Charlie, Frey + you.
Where: Wherever.
When: Day 126-127, TIMEBENDY STYLE.
What: A last goodbye.

[Where you are, there is a Cygnus who'd like to talk to you.]

[LAST CHANCE BEFORE THE DROP, we will do our best to keep this post open forever.]

Who: Pygnus, others...
Where: Pygnus.
When: Day 125, mid-morning.
What: Memories!

[the fluffy-haired mafia boss is now currently staring down three memberries]

How did it suddenly get to this point...?

Who: YOU GUYS
Where: ARANA
When: DAY!@) AT NIGHT TIME
What: LOSER GAME FOR LOSRES


WHOOOOOOOOOOOO BIRTHDAAAAYAYYYYYYA


HEY GUYS YOU GUY GUESS WHAT IT IS TODAY!!!

Who: NEW PERSON + Pyxis + visitors?!
Where: Pyxis dorm
When: Day 118, afternoon
What: The new gal... just can't get ahead in life.

[Pyxis, there's a headless woman in your uniform standing in your dorms, staring intently at that skull you happen to keep around in plain view.

What do you do.]

Who: Zero and Syaoran + others
Where: All over
When: Day 116, afternoon
What: Sabra tour of the other dorms!



So just checking, you're okay doing this today, right?

Who? Anybody
Where? The Arena
When? Day 115, evening
What? I wonder...

[Man, didn't you just see this Judge? Well, today's game is Persona again, and she appears to be back to her usual modus operandi - unconscious people in black chairs. Today's victims are Excel, Kaito, Nora, Kohaku, Almaz, and Tailmon. Rather than the usual doors with colored assignments, however, there's simply one enormous black door, standing before the statue.]

Did you know that a heart is only as strong as its weakest link? That hidden in the darkness of cracks and corners, there are fears and insecurities the heart would be better off without? If I told you that you are to kill a piece of the heart today, something with real presence, such as a face and a voice... how would you respond? Would you forfeit the Game? Or would you make an attempt to improve the heart by rooting out and destroying a source of weakness?

((Mingle
Sign up
Assignments
Endgame
Revivals))

Who: Whomever.
Where: Places.
When: Day 115, noon.
What: Dehiatus.

In the edges the lake, Chaz is trying to remember how to swim, with varied results.

At Cygnus, Charlie is starting to stir.

And in Ophicus, Reaper is sitting next to the beer tap with his last two memory berries and a empty beer mug, and a very impressive spider web in his hair to match his pissed off expression.

Who: Pepole.
Where: Various dorms.
When: Day 122, evening.
What:

Inside the Cygnus dorms, Charlie's door lies open. Not only is his title clearly different, for some reason, he's wrapped in a pink...sheet? He lies asleep: nothing seems to be capable of waking him.

Similtainously, if you look inside Chaz's dorm room in Orion, there is nothing there. A faint imprint on the bed implies that he was there a little while ago, but of him there is no direct sign.

Also, in Ophicus, there's no noise coming from Reaper's room, but that's nothing new.

Who: Nora, peoples
Where: Wherever
When: Day 111, anytime
What: Puppy is booored


*Somewhere, wherever you happen to be walking, there is a puppy lying across the floor. To one side of him is a steak-shaped chew-toy, and he's chewing on a rawhide bone. He's also got a TAZIN' STICK within reach which. Also looks like it's been gnawed on. gnawgnawgnawgnaw*

Who: People
Where: Outside Monoceros
When: Day 111, noon/post-game
What: Preparing to hunt perderpes and recovering from a great deal of STRESS

We're going to have a late lunch now. Stupid game. Stupid Haunted. Stupid...everything. Don't they know we have a schedule.

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: Everyone
Where: Everywhere
When:Day 111, Morning
What: Missing Blanks

[Whenever you wake up this morning you'll find out that someone in your team seems to be missing, if you try to look for them it seems like they have vanished without a trace... aside from the bloody handprint on the front door of your dorm that's a matching size to the hand of your missing teammate.]


((Mitsuru, Scowl, Rex, Jace, Zuko, Lady, Revan, Zero, Nibs, Van, Syaoran are the ones that are gone! Pavo is mysteriously untouched, instead a pair of Groucho Marx glasses (with opaque lenses) are missing from Dingbatticus. Volunteer IC post is over here.))

Who: anyone
Where: all over
When: Day 108, early morning.
What:

When you wake up today, there's a good chance there's something new outside, somewhere. A quote, in any number of places: sketched on your door in charcoal. Drawn in the dirt of your common area. Written by the showers in rocks, arranged by the lake in bones. A shelf in the library, rearranged by the title to spell out something.

If you look nearby, you can probably find the culprit. It's not like he's trying to hide.

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: Everyone
Where: Everywhere
When: Day 107, morning
What: Bringing people home