Sabra La Tau

Who: MONSTER HUNTER
Where: Dorms, then the Arena
When: Day 302??? 303??? lol who even knows man
What: :)

[HEY MONSTER HUNTER HEY]

[where ever you are, you may here some giggling, chattering, or general noise outside]

[Cardboard copies of the two teams have gathered, chatting among themselves--there are a few others, too. Like the sisters of two certain Orions, or perhaps a girlfriend, or a brother. Or a...miniature Humpty Dumpty]

[IN ANY CASE, YOU RECOGNIZE SOMEONE OR SOMETHING]

[sup folks]

Who: Judges only
Where: :)
When: Time is frightfully relative, isn't it?
What:

[He's really rarely flashy when he appears in others' domains. Not really worth the pomp and circumstance when a general breeze was enough to let someone know he approached.]

Mind a word? Or perhaps several, in exchange! Sort of a conversational barter.

((OOC: EXPERIMENTAL POST. This is only for Judges! You don't have to be talking to Messenger, or any of it set at the same time. Just give your [Name] in the subject line and what environment you've chosen to surround yourself in. TAG AROUND TO EACH OTHER. Feel free to use #sabra_la_iudex to work out headcanon and relationships or just dive in blind.

LETS SEE HOW THIS GOES.))

Who: Dumb morons
Where: The Arena
When: Day 289, morning (TIMEBENDING LIKE CRAZY somehow we are back before good ends)
What: Bad decisions

[ringing the Ophiuchus bell]

YO, BLACK-HEARTED BASTARDS! SEND UP THE DUMBEST MORON YOU GOT! I'M ASSUMING IT'LL MOST LIKELY BE PARROT!

Who: BLANKS
Where: THE ARENA
When: Day 286, Morning ??? WHO KNOWS
What: Game~

The call today was a fleeting, pleasant one. The blanks that followed may have been on their way to more important matters, or perhaps simply going about their daily gathering routines. In any case, once they arrived at the arena, they'd find some familiar faces. On the grass, surrounded by grazing sheep, the blanks slept, their expressions peaceful.

"My, my," the Judge thought aloud, her book closed. "I wonder if this is really a happy ending."

[THE SHEEP AND GRASS ARE CARDBOARD. Latecomers are A-OK, just hit me up on IRC (Ash). Sign-Up/Mingle/Rooms/Memories]

Who: peoples
Where: outside lizardking
When: Day 285, early evening
What: it is mystery




[it's a noodle. staring hard at cephdorm as if he's waiting for it to get up and do something.]

Who: Anyone!
Where: The Arena
When: Day 255, afteroon
What: MINI-GAME...

[CLANG CLANG the familiar aggravating sound of animals not using kitchen utensils properly! And also a kid with a bullhorn]

HEY TEAMS GET DOWN HERE! QUICK! IT'S SUPER IMPORTANT! BLACK TEAMS TOO, WHY NOT, HA!!

[if you actually GO to the arena, you'll find that a good portion of it has been covered in what seems to be some sort of large, shoddily put together maze of wood and cardboard. Ash's Pokemon are running about with some cut outs and lots of string]

[also, once entering, either due to magic or a really freaking fast pokemon with the move "In a Dress", everyone who enters the arena finds themselves wearing a tunic in their team color and holding a map]

[over on a rock, carefully reading a video game manual SUPER INTRIGUING story book, is a three headed hydra]

((E-END GAME/PRIZES If you want to finish your thread for fun, please poke me this weekend! Otherwise the dungeon has been burned up/still on fire/rampaged by Cetus/completely looted/everyone is crazy. THANKS GUYS))

Who: Anybody!
Where: In front of Cetus dorms
When: Day 251, evening
What: Aftermath for Cetus! Also Shinjiro hanging out and being a crazypants.

[welp that sure was a game. At least Cetus is back at the dorm now. Though, Thumper has elected to hobble-pace outside the dorm doors, with Headmonster out and especially monstery looking. If you get too close, you might get bit or gored.]

That's the last goddamn time anyone on this team dies.

Who: Blanks
Where: The Arena
When: Day 228, later afternoon
What:

"So many feelings, yet the formula is the same," the Judge wondered out loud. She had already guessed the ending, and not because she'd read it many times before.

The fallen begin to rise, but not as they were.

There was also a snowglobe.

((OKAY GO AND PICK THINGS FOR THE NEXT ROUND AS NORMAL/PICK TEAMS FOR OUSTING. This time please put your choice for ousting AND picks for team attack under the "Choices" comment in your post. Having a seperate poll got confusing. You can also derp around as animals in this post if you died previously. Please feel free to yell at the shepherd for whatever reason and i will get back to you lol whoops))

((A THING HAPPENS AND ALSO OPHI // ENDGAME/REVIVAL/MEMORIES (delpavo, pygnus, orion/cetus) // all posts on the Judges's journal are unlocked))

((ALSO ALL GAME RELATED INJURIES ARE NOW HEALED unless you want them for the lulz then go for it. BUT FOR THE MOST PART, ALL BETTER))

Who: Blanks
Where: Allll over
When: Day 228, late morning
What: Wolf Penalties!

[AFTER DISCUSSION IS HAD, teams are dismissed, but informed that they will be called back shortly for the ousting]

((OOC: USE THIS POST TO CARRY OUT YOUR TEAM MAIMING/PENALTY CHOICES. Ophiuchus, please pick which actions you want to carry out! Here is the OOC Post! You may backthread forever, but please remember all of this takes place BEFORE the Ousting! So keep in mind any damage that will have been done if you plan on playing after or backthreading. You can also use this post for wtfever else/grumbling about the game threads/etc if you wish))

Who: Blanks
Where: The Arena
When: Day 228, Morning
What:

The call today was an odd one of sorts. It didn't have the flare of the King or the class of the Lover. No, instead, it was a mix of noises, of grunts and growls, of gurgles and yowls. The blanks could hear the bleating of sheep, the crowing of cocks, and the neighs of steeds. If they listened just a bit harder, it would seem the the howl of a mongrel was mixed in there as well.

Upon entering the arena, why, it seemed as if they had stumbled into a farm! Pigs, chicken, cows, and sheep all pranced about merrily. Of course, it turned out they were all made of cardboard. That didn't stop them from enjoying their cardboard grass though.

On the throne, the Judge called the Storyteller stood over the strange gathering of animals, frowning at an open book.

"I've never been a fan of sequels, but let's see if this manages to be interesting."

((MINGLE // RULES // ROOMS // DURHURR // OPHIBOX // CLUE))

((Alright guys! You have until 8pm tomorrow EST to decide on your final vote for A)Ousting and B)The Actions against other teams! I MUST have those by tomorrow! But otherwise feel free to backthread as much as you want! Holla at Ash or Rabi in IRC for any clarification or questions!))

((ETA CLARIFICATION: When are picking for B)The Actions Against Other Teams! Please specify WHICH teams you're 'attacking'. It doesn't have to be the same team you voted to go for ousting! Both can be used on the same team as well, or entirely different ones!))

Who: Ophiuchus
Where: Ophi Dorms
When: Day 218, Morning~
What:

The servants of the great Guardian Serpent yawned as they uncoiled themselves, stretching the limbs that their keeper lacked.

It was quite early, but a great smell lured them all to the common area: the familiar, if forgotten, odor of baked goods sitting on a window sill to cool, the sharp tang of cheeses, and the savory aroma of meats. Their noses did not lie! Waiting for the servants was a grand spread of the delicacies, jams and spreads offered as well as a bonus. What a fine breakfast this would make! But there was another seated at the table, one not of their rank.

Why, it was a Judge! One deemed Storyteller. She slithered around, chair to chair, happy to see the Ophiuchus. She had work for them, it seemed! The food wasn't all for them, but blanks as well.

"Surely there must be a price for such treats?" The blanks of black thought.

Indeed, there was. The Judge motioned at a small stack of cards, tasks to be offered to the poor, deprived Blanks of the South Block. But would they be interested? Ahhh, the story had to continue~!

( CARDS )

((OOC: These are no way MANDATORY or punishments for anyone! These are just a few silly side-quests for Ophi to deliver and for Blanks to have fun with if they so desire o/ TASKS MAY BE TAKEN BY MORE THAN ONE TEAM. Poke me for any clarification ooc if need be. ETA THIS IS NOT just a day 218 thing! Tasks can be given/done at anyyyyy time you want ever :|d))

Who: Ophiuchus~!
Where: Ophi dorms
When: Day 182, evening~!
What:

On a table in the common lounge, sat a small familiar hydra, all three heads busily nosing through a large book. A small stack of papers sat near it. "My, my," she started, only one head looking up from the book as the others continued to read, "How could such a team be so busy and so lazy at the same time? Honestly, it seems like you're having trouble enforcing basic rules! A certain someone is bit flustered at all the paperwork involved with this."

The hydra tapped her head and turned the page. "But! That is why I'm here to assist you! And, really, if you're going to correct someone, you may as well teach them a thing or two while doing so, right?"

[ooc: PENALTIES GO HUR. You may pick repeats or use none at all! bother me in irc for clarification if need be.]

Who: Everyone
Where: The Arena
When: Day 179, late night
What: Game 114

[Wherever you are, there is suddenly an insistent pull towards the arena, nudging you on and summoning you to it. As you arrive, the lights are dimly lit and Haunted’s statue looms on the throne. To the side is the mansion; this time the front adorned with seven wooden doors, each with a square indention where something could be put in. Directly below the statue stands a round table covered in a heavy layer of dust, and on top of it lays seven books.]

It’s time for it to start. What will the result of your previous endeavours be? Will the nightmare have a happy ending, or a sad ending? Will you escape the words your fellow blanks have told, or will you be consumed by the horrors they created?

The stories have been told, the plays have been written. This time, you will take the stage.

((Sign-up
Mingle
Choice
Endgame
Revivals
Memories))

Who: Canis, Mono, Pyxis, Cygnus
Where: Arena
When: Day 167 evening
What: A Game!

And so four noble teams merrily made their way to the arena! Some a bit under the weather, others with more spring in their step. Which ever the case, they knew a game was about to begin! And they would not call it a game for losers, oh no, but rather, a game for those somewhat less fortunate and severely lacking in the area of competition. That was far more tactful, after all.

((eta IJ SUCKS AGGGH sorry guys 8|a;))

((FOR REF: memories))

Who: ????
Where: Ophiuchus barrrrraccckkkssss
When: Day 157, morning
What: HELLO NEW FRIENDS.

[ New dude in black sort . . . wandering around. He's tapping his message tube against his thigh. ]

Hello? [ yawn ] Anyone home?

Who: Ophiuchus!
Where: Ophi dorms
When: Day 154, evenin'
What: Puttin' bitches to WORK

[today in ophi, there is a small dumb looking hydra--]

Sitting on the dining room table. It let out a shrill, but pleasant cry, beckoning the black serpents' attention.

"Ophiuchus~!" the three heads sang, "I've got the perfect story to cure your boredom!"

On the table, there sat fourteen individual cards. On each, a short rhyme was written.

Who: Hydra, Delphinus, others
Where: Delphinus dorms, then the arena
When: Day 154, Late Morning
What: Resolving things


[THERE ARE PUNKS ON LINK'S LAWN—I mean. Hydra is paying Delphinus a visit.

KNOCK KNOCK]

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: Blanks
Where: Arena
When: Day 107, Afternoon
What:

The stage was set, the climax reached! Who knew by throwing in a wild card such passion would arise? Such anger, and for something so small! But that's the beauty of a well told story--! One can never predict such things.

The sheep pranced into the arena. The finale was on the horizon!

((Time Up))

Who: The Flock
Where: The Arena
When: Day 107, eearly morning

All was silent through the twisted tunnels of Sabra La Tau. The morning torches began to light, and the flock began to graze.

It was quite the ordinary routine for everyone but the poor, weary blanks. Dutifully they continued to play the game, hoping to protect their loved ones. But were they protecting friends or foes? Just how close were the sheep to ending the game, or ending their lives. . .

Let's read on to find out!

((Mingle/DEERP // Vote Pt 1 // Vote For Reals // Paper Animals ))