Sabra La Tau

Who: whoever!
Where: Outside the bunnycorn dorms
When: Day 161, eveningish
What: ..... bad choices?!


[if one walks by the Monoceros and Lepus dormitories, one may stumble upon Jimmy, and by stumble upon I mean stumble upon, because he's making fantastic progress through the alcohol he discovered stashed away by Badger Almaz one of the others, and he's doing so lounging outside. like you do. there's also a likelihood he doesn't remember anything about the concept of alcohol poisoning. so that's fun. do you approach y/n]

Who: Quartz and Raisin SOME OPHI JERK
Where: Where small things go go get gouged. Eye gouged.
When: Day 157, midmorning/noon
What: Awwww yeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!

Who: Monoceros, Lepus, and anyone nearby
Where: Bunnycorn common area
When: Day 157, morning
What: Intropost!

[This fine morning, a young noodle VERY HURRIEDLY exits Mao's room. He ignores anyone in the Lepus dorms as he QUITE QUICKLY walks outside into the common area and sucks a few grateful breaths of fresh air.

Only then does he turn toward those around him]

Um... hello. Sorry, but can you tell me where this is?

...and maybe where I can get something to clean with...

Who: Mao & friends!
Where: Bunnycorn
When: Day 156, late night, after he has napped off his severe poisoning
What:

[Mao hopping up on top of Dingbatticus and breaking out into maniacal laughter at unreasonable decibels is not an unusual occurrence. That having been said, he's even louder and more persistent than usual today, so it might be a good idea to ask him what's up, or at least get some good projectiles ready. It's not like you're going to be able to sleep anytime soon.]

Who: All regular Blanks
Where: In your dorms
When: Day 155 and 156
What:

[It doesn't really happen all at once, or to every dorm at the same time. But over these two days, you might spy a tiny spider slipping under the door. It is soon followed by several others, skittering along the floor, up the common room table and small cocoons of webbing are industriously opened. Almost as quickly and efficiently they scatter, vanishing.

If you missed this event... then perhaps you simply looked over and saw six small memory berries and the traces of webbing around them, fine threads catching the torchlight.]

((OOC: Two things! FIRST! Start your dorm's threads with [Your Team Name] for the sake of organization. SECOND. When you take your memories, ping Nishi with a thread link.))

WhØ: all
Ѡhεre: where
Wheת: Day 154, ?????
WhДt: game 1ØØ

[The Arena is not as it usually is.

The dawn that breaks over the judge's throne is a fractured thing; bright rays mixed with pale and trembling fingers of light, spots that through the arena seen clear while others still cling to the false night. Here, where the light falls, ruined buildings look whole again, colours lively and fresh. Where a ray falls there, there is no stone at all; the broken archway is instead the spreading limbs of a great tree, reaching for the sky. Pieces of road disappear into patches of deep water, waves crashing on nothing at all.

Here, where darkness stretches, the scenery itself seems to unravel. Lines fray and images fade, as if spun on a tapestry that is but a single pulled thread from being nothing at all.

The air is heavy and full of a pressure that settles behind the eyes, and it's quiet, so quiet, but the echo of sound unheard fills the air . . . murmurs of voices, words without meaning, the soft clack of a shuttle moving through thread.

The throne, when you look, is empty. But when you don't—when your attention strays, when the pressure builds—there may almost be a woman there, a small hand-loom on her lap, a scarf wrapped about her head. Her face is old but kind, unmistakably beautiful despite its age, and her smile is a gentle one.

In front of her there are fourteen large looms, each strung up with one of fourteen unmistakable shades.]

Hero . . . hero . . . hero . . .

Who: game 98
Where: Arena
When: Day 151, morning
What: Ousting.

Poll #5430
Open to: All, results viewable to: All

Who's it gonna be?

[The arena is oddly quiet, as Messenger seems to be missing for the moment. The poll remains, and I'm sure you're all clever enough to figure out what happened.]

Poll #5427
Open to: All, results viewable to: None

Choose wisely. It may be your last.

[In light of Messenger's absence, there is a small drop box with a screen, and a pad of paper and pencil off to the side. There is a sign next to the box: Yes or No QUESTIONS only.]

Who: game 98
Where: Arena
When: Day 150, evening
What: WHAT IS SAYS ON THE TIN

Poll #5426 Doop doop
Open to: All, results viewable to: All

Pin-pon!

Who: players
Where: Arena
When: Day 150, afternoon
What: IT IS TIME

( POLL'S CLOSED )

Who: Certain parties!
Where: Arena
When: Day 150,OH SO GOD DAMN EARLY
What: Game! Hooray! Rejoicing!

So many little newbies! Fresh faces, ready to face the challenges of the new day. Well I for one am excited.

((OOC: Only those who have officially signed up will ICly hear the call for the game. No ousting tonight!

SIGN IN
MINGLE
RULES
VOTANS))

Who: Any
Where: Just by where the lake branches into the eastern tunnel system
When: Day 149, Early evening
What:

[Should you be outside today, a powerful gust of wind seems to catch at the edges of your uniform and naggingly push you towards what seems to be a meeting place.]

All right kiddos! WHO'S UP FOR A WALK OF ENLIGHTENMENT!

Who: Pavo, Hydra, Monoceros, Lepus, Canis, Corvus, Lynx
Where: The Arena
When: Day 146, Noon
What: Loser Game

[When the call goes out and you arrive in the arena you will find that the lights in it are muted again, and a headless statue sits on the throne. The mansion that usually accompanies here is shrouded in shadow behind her on the other hand, only visible if you really look for it. Instead, there are three camp fires burning in the middle of the Arena, complete with a bowl of marshmallows beside each.]

Tell me- [A burst of static] story.

((Mingle
Instructions
Discussion
Endgame))

Who: Harmony + anyone!
Where: A nice spot between the arena and the DelPavo area.
When: Day 144, around noon
What: NOMS FOR FREE... ish.

[Shinra is humming to himself as he finishes arranging a series of foodstuffs on a small table; there are:

-red and green jellos
-chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies
-a big chocolate cake

there's also two medium-sized containers on the ground, but why would you pay attention to those with all this delicious food here?

DO YOU APPROACH Y/N?]

Who: Anyone
Where: Bunnycorn
When: Day 143, evening
What: ok srsly guys. srsly.

Jimmy now too?! Badger! Jimmy! You're both...!

...

...

There's not enough alcohol in Sabra.

Who: Any
Where: The large Common Area south of Pyxis and Cygnus
When: Day 143, noon
What:

[It's a very reasonable hour that a metallic knock comes at the door. There's no answer to any query as to who it is or what they want, but the hiss and clank of a certain clockwork man is unmistakable to those who've heard him before.

If you chose to follow it, you will eventually reach a large common area to the south and west of Cygnus and Pyxis. There's no statue or spiders, but there is a definite feeling of a heavy presence staring at you.]

I suppose this is all.



((OOC: I'm out for now! I will pick up threads tomorrow, but feel free to timespace healings. Just remember to comment so I know who to bother later~))

Who: Allen
Where: EVERYWHERE
When: Day 143, morning
What: you know what, screw it 8|

[Allen has a great amount of THREE THINGS wrapped in heavy bundles: Fish, medicine, and vodka.

Pyxis got a care package dropped off at their doorstep and then he ran like a boss. Everyone else, he is going around TO YOU, whether you are out or in your dorm with your injured]

U-uhm. Cygnus w-won, I guess . . .


[there are now three doors under her skirt, one leading to each of the rooms. The walls of the last room are slowly receding.]

Who: Everyone
Where: Arena
When: Day 142, early afternoon
What:

[It's laughter that calls the Blanks to the Arena today- or- is it sobbing? It's a little hard to tell.

The form sitting on the throne is unfamiliar, and difficult to truly call humanoid. The limbs are all too long, unsettlingly so, even without their skeletal thinness. She has a face that must have been pretty one, but now it's sunken, hollow, and pock-marked. She is clothed in a great white moth-eaten petticoat, which hangs off her thin frame. Though the statue is still, there seems to be some strange motion about her, as if her skin itself was moving. Only upon closer inspection is it clear that the pock-marks on her skin are terapede nests. The movement of her dress is from the moths inside- millions of them, maybe more, slowly chewing at and destroying her clothes. As they crawl and chew, their refuse is drifting our from the bottom, quickly forming a thin carpet of filth beneath her.]




He's g-gone. He's gone he's gone. It's j-just, one. Ahaha. Heh. Only one. One Judge, alone with the Blanks. Is this r-really what you wanted? Don't worry, b-babe, y-you'll do fine. You'll- aheh- you'll k-knock 'em dead. You fuckers. You're going to pay for that.

((Sign-in
Mingle
Intro
Round 1 mongling observation
Round 2/ Observation 2
Round 3 / Observation 3
lol butts))

Who: Bunnycorns
Where: Monoceros dorm common room
When: Day 137, late morning
What: Fussing over our zombie

[There's breakfast, there's Bunnycorns, and . . . there's a gargoyle actually inside for once, carefully untying the rags holding Mikaila's hair up and letting the freshly-set curls spill down.]

Is that better?