WOOO IT'S A MOTHERFUCKING GAME

[sabra_la_iudex.insanejournal.com]

WHO: FUCKING SOLDIER MAN IT'S A PARTY
WHERE: THE ARENA
WHEN: DAY 243, EVENING
WHAT: GAME 149

A'IGHT BITCHES WHO'S READY TO FIGHT TO THE DEATH!!

((MINGLE
FOR EVERYONE WHO DIDN'T RUN AWAY))

(no subject)

[readbytwilight.insanejournal.com]

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.]

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[redeyekingdom.insanejournal.com]

Who: Colt, you, anyone
Where: Everywhere
When: Day 243, Evening
What: Looking around

*Wherever you are right now, there is a Corvus derpmage wandering nearby. He's examining terrain features thoughtfully, as if evaluating them for something, occasionally glancing back towards the Lyvress.*

Hmmm....