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[grapecordial.insanejournal.com]

Who: Aura, anybody
Where: The river, near the Cove
When: Early evening, 228
What: Dehiatus

[WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING IN THE RIVER?!]

[It's… a mass of blue hair and brown cloth, with only brief flashes of the person underneath it all. Soaked to the bone, all of her, and struggling to stay above the surface, let alone to drag herself to shore.]

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[righthandsmoke.insanejournal.com]

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.]

Game 140

[messagingly.insanejournal.com]

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.))