Sabra La Tau

Who: Ophiuchus
Where: Under the Arena
When: Day 216, just shortly before the formal end of the game
What: Pleasant self discoveries, Memories, general Ophi THINGS

[What is happening right now, is a young Uroboros returning to the dorms, hurriedly finding the one bathroom and retching. By most estimations, it was probably pretty lucky he got that far.

It's sometime AFTER that, that he stalks back out, composed and sullenly defiant at anyone in the area. Now is CLEARLY a time to bury in the meeting room and read files until the world fucks off properly.]

Who: Ophiuchus
Where: The barracks
When: Day 210, evening
What:

[Today, sometime after dinner time, should you be passing through the room with the great staircase, or honestly even close enough to hear the frantic, scrabbling footsteps, you probably are just in time to meet the latest Uroboros blank.

Not that he knows this, or even has any markings of being on Uroboros yet. He is, however, quite winded, and even more intent on getting way the hell away from whatever horrifying monster is down there.]

S-shit!

[He plasters himself to the far wall and THEN looks around.]

Who: Any
Where: The Arena
When: Day 210
What: Good Ends

[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 two pathways each covered with a lush carpet: Pink, and Black with silver trimming. One bears the sigil of the graceful Swan and the other the sinuous forms of two serpents wrapped around a staff, 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 a cheese and dip platter.]

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

Who: Ophiuchus
Where: Under the Arena
When: Day 206, EARLY MORNING
What:

[The Guardian, who has been strangely quiet and snappish in the days after the events, finally lifts its head. Its tone is quite a bit more neutral, if not back to its slow, staid tone. It might not be quite so dangerous down below...]

Asssss it pleasssesss you. ... Thissss isss progressss.

[There is a rumble, likely waking most of the Ophiuchus members, and Caduceus find themselves wearing the soft silks of the leading team while Uroboros may find their accommodations suddenly lacking.]

Who: :'D
Where: Ophiuchus dorms
When: Day 205, post-game
What: :'DD

[There is currently an Ophi who decided to stay in today. He appears to be taken up with writing down notes and smiling to himself--outright grinning or even laughing at some points. Oh dear.]

See, see? I knew this was the best way to go about things~

Who: Everyone!
Where: The Arena
When: Day 203, Backdated to avoid pillar flooding
What:

[THIS SOUND IS COMING FROM THE ARENA. CONTINUOUSLY.

When you get there you'll find a number of the members of Caduceus waiting for you in noise canceling headphones. There's a fully stocked bar that many will recognize as Soldier's collection of enough alcohol to kill a dozen herds of elephants. On 14 tables behind Caduceus are GUNS!!1, heavy duty safety goggles, and coveralls that have been color coded according to the various teams.

As for the source of the noise, it's coming from an oversized horn that Thorn is holding up.]





||Mingle||Demonstration and IC Explanation||OOC Guidelines||Game Start||End Game and Prizes||

[OOC: PLEASE JUST APPLY TIMEWARP LOGIC IF YOU WANT TO PLAY; I want to avoid paranoid teams being ICly stuck during terrible flooding :<

The guns are also completely non-lethal! Even less lethal than stun guns and rubber bullets. There is an IC demonstration to reassure blanks on that point. :Db]

Who: Shift + whoever feels like answering him
Where: Ophiuchus
When: Day 200, eveningish?
What:

"Soooo~ who else woke up from a weird trip and remembered bein' from this planet and watchin' it go ta hell? I mean, are we livin' in a zombie? Is that what just happened? Cuz if it was just me I'll stop right there..."

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.]

[Each Ophiuchus have heard this, be it on the air, from an animal, from the Oracle deep in his mountain sanctuary, or the vision of their god themselves:

The Old Woman angers, and her fury is terrible. The Gods are speaking with her, calming her flames; however, wish to protect the people of their lands.

Scatter to the sacred countries of the First Land. Worry not for those on other parts of this world, we do for them what we can. To each of the countries, you are to tell them to bring their builders, machinery and magic. To bring food and supplies of water. To bring their people, and resources, wood and stone and metal. They must gather at the base of the great mountain.

A grand structure will be erected under the oversight of the Oracle. When it is complete it will be blessed by the Gods all and one, as the greatest shelter during this time of trouble.

This must be complete by the end of this year, or all shall be lost.]

[Each are also told that if negotiations fail or this tithing to the Gods are lackluster or weak, they have authority to take over the rule of the country.]

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: Ophiuchus
Where: In the snake's chamber
When: Day 197, evening
What: It IS kind of unusual that the Guardian calls in the evening...

[It is just as the torch's magical lights begin to dim for the evening that every Ophiuchus hears a summons, floating across the surface of their thoughts, seeking their return.]

Gather and heed well: there sssssshall be new ordersssss.

Who: Marla, Cygnus, anyone in the area
Where: Cygnus's dorms
When: Day 196, noon-ish
What: Special delivery

[an Ophi is knocking on Cygnus's door, a package in hand]

Hey, anyone in there?

Who: Ophiuchus!1
Where: Ophiuchus!!!1
When: Day 194, nighhhtttttt? after the pillar run
What: [ GRIPE GRIPE GRIPE ]

. . . love is over.

Who: Anyone
Where: The many lake pathways to the Northern Caves
When: Day 194, afternoon post-game
What: CAN YOU GUARD THEM ALL?

((WOO!! OKAY. There is at least one small group with an actual plan, but feel absolutely free to use and abuse this post for all your individual efforts in attempting (Blanks) and cockblocking (Ophiuchus) to get to the North. Or just watching, cheering, or getting caught up in the action, because there is gonna be some fisticuffs up in here.))

Who: Caduceus
Where: Heading into The Caves
When: Day 194, bright and early;
What: Finding Guardian a snack that is not tasty, tasty twined-serpent.

[has a spear and a bag of rocks magical items, and is waiting for the second wave]

[First wave folks are welcome to also use this thread -- just put a note about the time in the subject, I guess.]

Who: Ophiuchus
Where: Ophi Dorms
When: Day 193, Late Night
What: New guy!

[SHOOTS CORIANDER]

Who: Cerces and youuu?
Where: Riverside
When: Day 193, late evening
What: Fishiiing?

[There is a furry crouched on a rock in the middle of the river apparently attempting to spear passing fish with his claws. He's clearly had a bit of luck, but none-the-less isn't satisfied with his efforts, judging from the faint growling]

Who: Ophiuchus
Where: Deep under the Arena
When: Day 193, early morning
What: Reassignments

[Last night, Ophiuchus felt more keenly than any other area the rumblings and ravages of the earthquake. However, before the rumble even became a roar, the stones mended themselves, drawers righted... and the snake hissed its agitation and displeasure.

It would say nothing of the events... Only that he would speak to the King in the morning. As the torches start gathering light, the Guardian begins the evening with a fainter rumble than the night previous, and those Ophiuchus waking up, will find those changes again. Uraeus has once again reclaimed the top, while Uroboros is just a little behind. Caduceus...]

... Caduceus... Keepersss of the wessst.

[It is a summons, rather than a statement.]

Who: Ophi
Where: OPHI
When: Day 191, evening
What: SPECIAL DELIVERY

[one TIMBRE is dragging one IKKI to Ophi. literally dragging. through the dirt.

also someone drew on his face so he has a monocle, angry pointy eyebrows, a badass scar, goatee, and curly mustache]

Aeon.

[KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK]

Hey, Aeon.

Who: Poppy, anyone
Where: In the vicinity of Lacanis and Bunnycorn
When: Day 190, eaaarly morning
What: Something's different

[A naked teen has appeared! It looks like he had stumbled, sat up, and just stayed there. He's staring at his hands and his surroundings like he's seeing them for the first time.

Offer to help? y/n]