Sabra La Tau

Who: Cygnus, those with a reason to be there
Where: Cygnus dorms
When: Day 209, early afternoon
What: Good end news.

"There's something I'd like to talk to you about."

Who: Claude, Red, other non-grounded lizardkings and wild encounters people
Where: Living areas and general caves!!1 where are YOU today
When: Day 209 morning/daytime
What: Everything is terrible let's find things to feed the Allen 8|a

* today explorin'/food finding is happening *

...blue mushrooms...

(( OOC: Comment with locations in titles! ))

Who: Cygnus, visitors
Where: Cygnus area
When: Day 208, after game
What: Cygnus antics

*Weed is putzing around getting the garden figured out. Other Cygnus are doing things. It is a day to do normal things!*

Who: A LOT OF PEOPLE
Where: Delphinus
When: Day 203, evening, after dinner
What: A little get together

[SO THIS AFTERNOON everyone got bags of DELICIOUS model-building materials. In that bag was slipped a note! Perhaps you thought they were instructions or something else but upon unfolding the little square of paper you would have discovered it was an invitation! Cordially asking one or two members from each team to attend a little evening get-together at Delphinus to sample potatoes pancakes and talk about current events.

THERE ARE LITTLE WEDGE SHAPED SLICES OF POTATO PANCAKES WITH TOOTHPICKS IN THEM ON PLATES ON THE TABLE AGAINST THE WALL WHEN YOU ARRIVE. :|a Maybe little rolls of thin-sliced meat pinned to bread too.]

[Discussion:
--Popularity and War Room voting Scheme
--Pillar mud and possibly rebellion
--Moving to new block
--Making a new Nerdcave
--Stray thread-visions go here
--Wrap up and discussion summary]

Who: At least one person from each unit!
Where: Your dorm door
When: Day 203, Noonish
What: Deliveries! . . . is that a puddle?

[Pavo is coming on their FIRST FOREMAN TASK to deliver bags full of delicious building materials to you! To YOUR TEAM!

Which . . . also gives them a bit of an unfortunate chance to take a good look around.]

That's . . . really strange.


((If you comment, put your team name in the subject line! Otherwise we will start a thread with your name, feel free to hop in.

Inside the bags are:
- Sugar cubes, a whole lot of them.
- Graham crackers and ginger bread wrapped in kerchiefs of your colours.
- Frosting in a small tin.
- Gumdrops
- Green coloured coconut shavings.
- A small note inviting one or two of your team to Delphinus for talking and possibly learning about potato pancakes.))

Who: You!
Where: Arena!
When: Day 202, Morning
What: Game 122!

[Today, the arena has a maze that may be vaguely familiar to the very oldest of you, but overall kind of mysterious for the vast majority. It looms, looking terribly imposing and spooky. Fog pours out of the entrances. You can hear wolves ominously howling in the background!

On the throne is a winged girl statue, sounding rather cheerful.]

Hello, hello? Can we play? I want to play, a game, a game! Here, here! Step one is: There are seven stages, and you have to find them! Can you, can you? Well, all the world's a stage, but the world doesn't count!

[Mingle] [Rules] [Hydracula] [Pygnus] [Bunnycorn] [Cepheon] [Lacania] [Delpavo] [Lyvus]

Who: Ophi + anyone
Where: Everywhere~
When: Day 201, after curfew
What: Punishing people :) :)

[As the torches dim and Shadow's impenetrable blackness sets in, it becomes dark. Very dark. At least, if you're a regular blank -- there are several Ophi out and about with lightless lanterns, prowling the dark for stray blanks. Is anybody out there breaking curfew tonight?]

(( OOC: IF YOU'RE OUT and want to be punished, comment with that! If your'e not, you can still comment with your dorm and get harassed if you like. Just not punished. :|d For reference, curfew rules are here. ))

Who: Anyone
Where: Around the common areas
When: Day 200, late afternoon
What:

*after settling his thoughts and a quick nap, someone was planning to head over to the lake... and then remembered it's still offlimits. so now he's wandering around the common areas, clearing his head*

Who: Anyone!
Where: Various dorm areas
When: Day 200, morning to midday
What: Burning things :|a

[Out in the dorm areas, there is an extremely frustrated Ophi stalking about. She's smoking and steaming but not setting anything on fire. yet. She's carrying a basket of fruit and other small items on one arm as she stalks about. Better catch her before the treats get roasted.]

Go and do something more productive, he says. Stop setting my thing on fire, he says. I'll just have to burn something else.

(( OOC: It is totes possible to talk her into accepting something else instead of burning for food! So is getting interference for your character before burning happens. Just let me know that's what you'd like to do. :|d ))

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.))

[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: Weed, Nightshade, others
Where: Cygnus gardens, for now
When: Day 198, morning
What: a date..?

*after awkward flirting and even stranger dreams, this Cygnus is out in the garden, not sure whether he actually wants Nightshade to show up or not*

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: Everyone!
Where: Everywhere!
When: Day 196, late morning
What: A warning

[Three COMPLETELY SANE Hydraculas are knocking on YOUR DOOR]

[WAT DO]

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: ... ?
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: Weed and Clay
Where: By the river near Pygnus
When: Day 192, before the quake
What: bonding :(

*Weed is tossing pebbles in the river, looking a little forlorn*

Who: Weed, anyone
Where: Walking from the Pygnus gardens to the Arena and back
When: Day 190, all day
What: Rock-hauling

*Weed is very slowly carting rocks back from the Arena, rocks that he is specially choosing for their superb ability to make a really great stone wall around the Pygnus gardens. He's also trying to look too busy to be disturbed*