Sabra La Tau

Who: Everyone
Where: The Arena
When: Messenger's Year 1, Day 1
What: Closing Time.

[Ptou reforms, sand solidifying into marble, the robes, tattered, become the tapestries of royalty and a thin, circular crown sits on his head.

He stares down at the ground a long moment, silent.]

Is that... it?

Is this what it's like?

(( Links:

Part 1: osnap | Part 2: PSYCHE

WISH THREADS:

Wanjima Kaito | Snow White | Flonne/Victory | Elliot/Shrubbery | Red | Bombastic | Tide/Chrono | Himura Kenshin | Scowl | Edward Elric | Extreme/Kurono | Amy Pond | Kuchiha | Rapunzel | Minami Ikki | Kazuha | Trigger | Jace Beleren | Harmony/Alice | Chaz | Wanjima Akito | Yuta | Lark/Uchiha Obito | Jinx/Kaito | Sokka | Yayoi | Parrot | Spear/Itachi | Allen Walker | Kurow | Bond/Dean | Rory Williams | Claude C Kenni | Haruto/Humor | Mitsuru | Mao | Aven/Meta-Crisis Doctor | Nakamori Aoko | Kanda Yuu | Yoi-te/Night | Great | Aeris Gainsborough | Kudo Shinichi/Quartz | Trixie | Shinjiro/Thumper | Captain Kirk | Emil/Ratatosk | Ender/Nicholas D Wolfwood | Phoenix Wright | Maya/Cheer | Nico/Shield | Spark | Molotov/Amami Riku | Juuri | Akin | Apollo Justice/Badger | Kishitani Shinra/Harm | Lucky/Excel | Raenef/Apple | Lumiere | Santa/Crown | Edge/Magneto | Antillar Maximus | SASAGAWA RYOHEI | Impmon/Boomer | Sakura | Tazendra Lavode | Nia/Sparkles McGee | Lenalee Lee | Anchor | Royal | River | Rolo Lamperouge/Arsine | Sumeragi Kururu | Charles Xavier | Lulu | Ryougi Shiki | Zelgadis | Kohaku | Dagger | Franz d'Epinay | Tifa Lockhart | Rory Williams-Pond | Wisp/Miharu | June | Flames | Lotus | Rena | Kokuto Mikiya | Arianna | Razzy | Selendis | Kanou Taisuke | Watanuki Kimihiro | Albert/Simba | Elgala/Lovely Amethyst | Peter Parker | Aerich/Temma | Emiri | Haley/Hyatt | Daisy/Weed

FINAL DEPARTURE

If any links are misdirected or missing, PM Claude! ))

Who: ALL YA'LL PUNK ASS BITCHES
Where: THE ARENA
When: TIME FOR SHENANIGANS TO END
What:

[As Guardian meets his end and Mitsuru suffers his punishment for an ill-advised attack, a heavy silence fills the arena. The chess pieces, both sand and lava, collapse back into the floor and smooth out, melding back into it as though they'd never risen.

The next time you blink, King's statue has lifted its hand. Lightning, devastatingly powerful, arcs out across the entire arena, striking at anything and anyone it can reach. Where it strikes the floor and walls it leaves small craters. This is not going to be a light blow for anyone struck with it.]

Who: EVERYONE
Where: The Arena
When: >(
What: YA'LL ARE DICKS

[Lightning arcs through the air, spreading out just over the heads of the gathered blanks with deafening thunder. Where it strikes the walls the marble chips and cracks, leaving small craters dotting the pristine surfaces. The face of King's statue is contorted in plain displeasure. Each time you blink, his gaze falls on a different person.]

That is quite enough. Let's have no more of these childish shenanigans. My patience has worn thin enough already, blanks.

Will you be handing over the keystones, yes or no?

[React || TRICKSTER || King Keystone Retrieval ]

Who: A boy and his beloved crazy moth
Where: Hydracula
When: Day 291, Late Afternoon
What:

[Scowl's come out to the roof of the Skull of Seclusion.]

Oi, Maiden. Are you still around?

Who: Hydracula
Where: SKULLCRUSHER MOUNTAIN
When: Day 275, Late evening
What: It's a party :)

[Inside Hydracula's, smoked meats and what little alcohol they saved for disinfecting have been laid out on a table.

Scowl's playing the piano again today; the door to the skull is still open for anyone who might be passing by to hear it. Anyone familiar with the ancient lands of Hydra might recognize the tune. It's a slow, solemn song at first. Low and deep. Steady as a heartbeat. And as the melody continues on, lighter notes are slowly woven into it. The tempo gradually begins to pick up, and the morose quality to it begins to fade out, becoming the background to the bright and lively melody before finally fading out completely, leaving only the hopeful tune behind.

Other countries didn't often understand how it could've been a funeral dirge.]

Who: Hydracula and Dels and whoever feels like hearing it I guess
Where: Skullhat dorm
When: Day 273, post game
What: Slightly sobering up but still pretty drunk dolphins

[HELLO SKULLDORM, THERE IS SOMEONE SINGING A PRETTY REQUIEM WHILE HEADING TO YOUR DORM he is holding some covered plates and a tattoo machine??]

Who: Parrot, hydracula
Where: Hydracula
When: Day 269, afternoon
What: Being a busy bee

[Knock knocking on your door]

Hey, guys, got a minute?

Who: SQUIDRATS!!! and friends
Where: Back at Delphinus
When: Day 266, Late afternoon
What:

[OMG THIS DORM IS AMAZING. IT'S BIG AND FULL AND SO MANY OTHERS ARE HERE!!]

Who: Scowl, other people crazy enough to be away from home this late
Where: THE WILDERNESS!!11/an abandoned dorm
When: Day 255, Not long before Curfew
What: RUNAWAY HYDRA LEADER

[After successfully sneaking away from the game, Scowl is taking a longer route home, cutting through the abandoned city so he can circle around the back of the cove to get to the abandoned dorms on the other side. He's making pretty good time thanks to the AT he's kept with himself.]

Who: Hydracula and visitors
Where: SKULLCRUSHER MOUNTAIN
When: Day 251, after games
What: Memory catchups and other antics

[A sharkling has raided all the caches of memory berries in the dorms. ALL OF THEM, and dropped them into a bowl.

It's a rather large bowl.]

There. Now for blindfolds...

Who: Hydra, Vulpecula, any foolhardy enough to visit
Where: THE SKULL HOUSE
When: Day 243, evening
What: Just a ~friendly night~ at home

[A good pot of Hydra gumbo simmers merrily in the kitchen, surprisingly not poisoned despite Scowl being in the kitchen the whole time it was being made. Upstairs, the more inoragnic member of the team might have shut herself in her room; downstairs, Sparta hasn't moved much from where he's been the past 25 hours.

His jumpsuit has not only been mended, but has begun to sport a lovely border of Hardanger embroidery on the cuffs.]

Who: Anyone
Where: The Arena
When: Day 229, noonish
What: [On the throne today is a smiling youth, face ringed by black curls. He has a harp-like instrument in his lap and a pen behind his ear. It's been a while since any have seen him, but, perhaps, to the oldest and most keen observers here, he seems perhaps a touch thinner than last time. The Arena is not terribly decorated for his appearance, indeed, if not for the statue sitting there, one would not be sure this was really a call at all.]


Good afternoon, duckies, good afternoon! Who's ready for some wholesome (and platonic!) self-exploration and completely non-fatal fun, hmm? I know I certainly am.  Yes, I'm sure you've all been having just unbearable amounts of fun, but you know, let's just- . . .


[clears his throat]


Ahem. Sorry, I was saying, let's just slow it down.  Maybe, oh, I don't know, talk about our feelings a while.

((Technically, yes, this is a loser game, but anyone can play.))

Who: HYDRACULA!!11
Where: HYDRACULA
When: Day 229, Morning
What: BEING HYDRACULA SUPER HARD

[Oh god who let Hydracula near the construction tools again? Not only are they putting the finishing touches on their freshly reassembled catapult (ever so carefully positioned on the brim of their skull's hat), but there are a handful of them at ground level excitedly chattering over something that looks like a crossbow. If the shaft of a crossbow were taller than most of them.

Scowl's busily carving notches into a pile of bone knives nearby.]

Who: Anybody~
Where: Near Hydracula
When: Day 201, just as curfew is beginning to fall
What: Displeasure and pillarings

[Late in the evening, juuust after the lights have dimmed for curfew, there's a terrible, horrible keening noise coming from the vague vicinity of the Hydracula dorms, followed by the repeated sounds of glass shattering.]

No, no, no! He's mine! You can't have him, you bastard!

[gosh it sure sounds safe out there tonight.]

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."

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ROUND 2
ROUND 2 OVER))

Who: Excel, Syaoran, & Friends
Where: Hydracula
When: Day 196, night
What: IT'S ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL...

[This time we're even going to try with anesthetics! My amateur surgery clinic sure is is coming along nicely!]

[KNOCKIN ON HYDRA'S DOOR]

Hey, big bro! You got a minute?

Who: Hydracula, visitors
Where: FORTRESS OF ANGER AND PARANOIA (Hydra Dorms)
When: Day 193, Late Afternoon and into the evening
What: HA HA HA 8|;

[SO RIVER FLAME-DRUGGED THE ENTIRE ANGERDOME TO HAVE AN ARGUMENT WITH SCOWL. AWESOME.

Right about now is when the effects are wearing off the rest of the occupants. :D; Scowl is still in bed looking . . . r-ruffled while he waits on all the inevitable yelling to start.]

Who: anyone
Where: coming past the lake from the Northern Caves towards Hydracula
When: Day 186, afternoon
What: With heavy footsteps a large, but juvenile fatty lizard comes limping out of the wild caves. The stench of rotting meat proceeds it, and it's not hard to see why. One of its limbs drags along limp- rotting and completely useless. It doesn't take much medical knowledge to tell that gangrene has long since set in. Its eyes are clouded, its breathing wet, and a slick dribble of sickly yellow foam drains from its mouth.

The pitiful thing lets out one last, mournful bellow before crashing to the ground in front of the Angerdome. As soon as it hist the ground, hundreds of tiny vermin pour out of its flesh and dissipate into the cracks and shadows. The beast lays still and draws pained, labored breaths.

Who: Hydra & anyone who wants to drop by
Where: Angerdome
When: Day 182, lunch time! (Whenever ... that is.)
What: Air soup! ... And general Hydra things.

[Lunch time at Hydra, and Albert and Kanda made vegetable and lizard soup! And nothing was harmed in the process! It doesn't smell like anything, but it sure does look like it should taste all right! Albert looks particularly satisfied.]

Well, guys? Tell me what you think!

Who: Mirror, Flowers, Tokitoh
Where: In front of Hydracula
When: Day 176, post-game
What: Attempted kidnappings + cockblockings + hairpullings

[Just after the game has ended, there's a Judgely presence fishing around for the final piece of her Vulpecula collection. And there's Tokitoh...]

Good morning.