Sabra La Tau

Who: Pyxis, visitors.
Where: Treehouse.
When: Day 291, post Mirrorlulz.
What:

[I AM WAITING TO SEE IF I NEED TO TELL ANYBODY OFF]

Who: Lots of people
Where: An abandoned dorm
When: Day 291-ish, after curfew (Time-space shenanigans and mild forward-dating is happening.)
What: MIRROR HEART, ROUND 1 and also some planning/pre-heart stuff


[You've argued, you've planned, and you've gathered up all your supplies. It's time to move.]

(( Join #missioncontrol for all your mirrorception needs! ))

Who: EVERYONE
Where: EVERYWHERE
When: Day 289, post-good ends
What: ...

[so how are you feeling sabra la tau]

Who: Pyxis and Friends!
Where: Pyxis
When: Day 288, postgame
What: MEMORIES and MEETING

[someone is sitting in the kitchen, med kit open and sprawled all over the table, attempting to patch himself up.

It's going about as good as you'd expect]

—fuck, why won't you bow to my whims, gauze!

(WE PICKIN' AT THIS ALL WEEKEND, BITCHES)

Who: The Gentleman, anyone
Where: Sitting on top of Apus
When: Day 288, evening
What: Chilling, RIGHT OUT IN THE OPEN

[A dapper, elderly man sits on the edge of the Apus dorms roof. He doesn't seem overly remarkable past his presence... a well tended hat and immaculate suit, polished dress shoes... but there's something about him that ... makes him hard to look directly AT.

He has a rather fancy, bottled beer sitting next to him, and is idly pulling on a fishing pole now and then. The line is... down into the hole that swallowed Cygnus.

He's humming a rather cheerful ditty, as if it was a fine day for fishing.]

Who: Those invited
Where: Lyvus
When: Day 286, around noon (before the ideal world game)
What: Meeting!

[Sometime between late morning and early afternoon, people are coming over to Lyvus. They'll even feed you if you brought something to trade—there's certainly nice tea and lunch set out :) the main area of Lyvus is pretty big, and there is a long table that can easily sit at least 15-20 people, though it may start to get crowded after that, and some of the chairs are makeshift]

[There may also be some Lyvus/Monoceros makeshift scrabble games going on around lunch. This is clearly the most serious kidnapping.]

[OOCly I have no idea who is actually coming to the meeting and/or knows about it, but I think we are able to roll with bbbasically anything! Join #partyatlyvus so we can keep the blah blah in one place, and we can facilitate any necessary behind the scenes business o7]

[ pre-meeting | meeting start | current options | information sharing | spectators | violence | scowl's announcement | mirror discussion | keystones, etc ]

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: Hydracula and guests
Where: SKULLCRUSHER MOUNTAIN
When: Day 285, morning
What:

[It's late morning. In fact, it might be late morning enough to actually be calling it getting closer to noon. But a certain sharkling has found a glorious loophole in the wake the shark game of the mornings... the fact that eggs DO generally need to be warm. As such, he's STILL curled up in a large nest of blankets around him and the raptor egg.




This would not be unusual, it having BEEN the pattern of fussing for the past few days, if he hadn't sort of stretched out OVER other teammates today. DO YOU ESCAPE THIS TRAP OF WARM AND COZY? DO YOU?]

Who: Twitchy He-Who-Is-Never-Gonna-Be-Named and teammates
Where: Anywhere from the lake to the Pyxis dorms
When: Day 284, after this
What: EVERYTHING SUCKS

[and this would be Pyxis' little noname kid staggering back to the dorms from the lake, gasping and bleeding and dripping wet with torn clothes. He really has no idea how he's going to make it up the cliffs and is kind of trying not to think about it]

Who: Twitchy He-Who-Is-Never-Gonna-Be-Named and Monojudge
Where: by the lake
When: Day 284, late afternoon
What: Let's get some clairvoyance up in here

[You know, being a new kid whose second game was a murdergame run by a crazyjudge, you'd think someone would have had the sense to tell him that said crazyjudge likes to hang out in the lake.

Nope.jpg

So the new Pyxis kid is currently wandering around down at the water, apparently feeling stifled enough by his teammates to risk taking a walk on the Old Man. He keeps shuffling nervously, though, not willing to stand still for more than a few seconds, and after a bit of pacing he temperamentally kicks a rock into the lake.

Damn idiot can find himself something to do, he doesn't need my help for it...]

Who: Whoever
Where: in and around Apus
When: Day 284, morning
What: New teammate crashin' in

[If you're around Apus today, you might notice a girl walking about. Occasionally, she'd bring out the tube to look at it and mutter to herself.]

She says to trust my intuition, but my intuition doesn't exactly tell me where to start...

[then her stomach growls]

...and I think I'm getting hungry.

Who: Aerich, you
Where: Various dorms
When: Day 283, late afternoon
What: [A Lyorn is making his way around the murdercaves, attempting to visit as many dorms as he can. If he encounters anyone on the way, he will stop to converse; if he comes to your dorm, he is politely clapping has hands at the door to catch someone's attention.]

If I may oblige you for a moment of your time, I would like to exchange two words with you on certain matters.

Who: ALL OF SOLDIER'S BROS (AND HOES)
Where: ARENA
When: DAY 281, MORNING
What:

[Oh no, not another game! The call isn't insistent in the same way as the last one, but it's definitely loud enough that you're probably not going to be able to go back to sleep. On the bright side, considering said call is a non-stop drum solo with the occasional burst of incoherently-slurred rap lyrics, you've got a good guess as to which Judge it is.]

BEER! TATTOOS! BEER AND TATTOOS. YOU HAVE UNTIL I FINISH MY DRUM SOLO! AND THAT'LL BE A FEW HOURS SO YOU CAN TAKE IT HOME TO YOUR LAZY-ASS TEAMMATES!

((Items from the fully stocked bar are fully removable! Tattoo kits for all, with provisions for difficult-to-tattoo non-human party members! You have until Wednesday, 3pm PST to submit your tattoos!))

Who: Tifa, anyone
Where: Dorm areas
When: Day 280, morning/post game
What: OBLIVIOUS

[Someone missed the game call today and is just out doing her usual thing. SURELY NOTHING TERRIBLE HAS HAPPENED IN THE ARENA]

((Generic mingle. Abuse as you will)

Who: Everyone
Where: The Arena
When: Day 280, morning
What: :) :) :)!!

[As soon as your torches relight -- or slightly before, is that even possible? -- Mirror's call tugs you out of your beds and towards the arena. For those of you who feel it, it's unusually persistent and difficult to resist today. Like a glass hook caught around your legs, pulling you along without caring much about your feelings on the matter.

Mirror's statue perches on her throne, the usual silver of her statue subtly altered. Glassy, almost translucent in areas, but still deeply reflective. More disturbing still is the layout in the arena today: a parody of the Good End celebrations you've seen for your teammates, with tall glass boxes replacing team banners and tables (marked in team colors) filled with nothing but plates of glass shards and bottles of clear vodka.

Except for Bunnycorn's table. They get (alcoholic) punch and nachos.]

Are you all here yet? I hope so. This is going to be fun.

[Mingle | Columns | Rules | Endgame | Memories]

Who:  Rapunzel and whoever
Where:  By the lake
When: Day 278, afternoon
What: Chess lessons

[Anybody who has seen Rapunzel by the lake is surely used to the sight of her surrounded by lizards. What's new today is the clearly handmade chess set she is showing them, sitting cross legged and picking each piece in turn as she paints the final details. The lizards are listening with rapt attention.]

...can only move one space at a time, and if you lose the King it's game over so you have to protect him. This piece goes next to it, it's called the Bishop. The Bishop can move any spaces it wants but it can only go diagonally- Across these squares, like this.

Who: anyone
Where: Bathes
When: Day 276, afternoon
What: Daisy is taking a bath!

*sinking down into the water and just... sighing*

Who: Everyone around
Where: At the base of the crazypaths leading up to the Pyxis Treehouse.
When: Day 275, right after the Kid's game
What: Newbie Pyxis sucks at climbing. (Feel free to use as a general mingle!)


[Having taken his memory (mostly out of curiosity) and feeling really drained after his first game, Pyxis' skinny new kid is intent on getting back to the dorms so he can take a nice, loooong nap.


............If he can only figure out how to get back up there]

Who: Everyone
Where: Arena
When: Day 275, morning
What: A game

[The bleating of goats call you to the arena once again. The statue of a young boy sits on the throne, his chin resting on his hands. There is a simple, wooden raised platform right below the throne that serves as a stage. Decorating the ground in front of the stage are enough cushions and pillows for everyone to sit on. Circling the stage area are simple panels in team colors. On them are three buttons. The Kid sounds tired... bored...]

Let’s be honest today.


[Mingle | Game Start (team posts go here) | Stage | End Game | Memories (Hydra, Pyxis (Cygnus), Cepheus, Lacerta, Orion, Lepus, Apus, Lynx)]

Who: Pyxis, Apus, and anyone else who feels like gatecrashing
Where: The Treehouse
When: Day 274, late afternoon
What: Blank hazing! Pyxis gets a new teammate.


[Today in the Treehouse there is a blonde haired newbie of what could be middling-to-late teenage years, bearing the skinny lankiness of someone who looks like he's eaten nothing but pudding cups and instant ramen his entire life.

He's wandering down the main dorm hallway, one hand trailing on the wall as he heads towards the stairs. His uniform is neatly in place, all done up and everything, though one wrinkled sleeve suggests that he's already investigated the bracer]

Hello....?

[He sounds wary and tense. And with good reason, as everyone else here knows]