slt_archive | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

Who: Rory, Lynx, Anyone
Where: The Lynx and Corvus area.
When: Day 145, afternoon
What: Look, some new people!

[There's a person in gray walking around the new buildings. He seems to be scanning the area around the two buildings, getting his bearings perhaps? Though he looks pretty calm and collected.

Bother?]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[... okay lady, let's have a change of pace: staring at other team person instead of them staring at me]

If you're going to waste time wondering if I'm about to keel over too, I'll have to regretfully inform you that you're in for a long wait!

... more like wondering what's with your clothes.

[she's in a low-cut maid uniform top with built in corset and a regular blank uniform skirt, with a spider for a necklace and one for a ring. and of course, bandaged all over]

I earned this! Pyxis has leathers, I'm not the only one out of uniform.

... huh. Weird. So these are the standard things?

[pulling at his own tunic]

Mm-hmm! The judges haven't much inclination towards fashion.

Yeah, obviously.

... so who're the judges?

Too many to list! There's plenty of busy-bodies ready to spill their guts at the slightest provocation, one of them should be more than happy to tell you.

... right. More of a general question than specifically each one of them.

No one's even told you that much? I suppose they're busy running their mouths about useless things. The judges run the games and give us our memories back, but they've all their own agenda! I wouldn't recommend trusting them unless you find your wants coincide~

Yeah because knowing about food is so low on the survival scale...

Games? Memories?

[lulz, food concerns, something lepus has never has. probably the only team not to, but still]

You didn't just start existing now, you had memories before this~ And you can get them again if you win in games.

... so win the games, get the memories... then what? We vamoose?

[looks confused]

I don't know that word. Speak plainly!

We get to leave?

You leave when you win, but it doesn't have anything to deal with the games. The first man to win was on Pyxis and they win almost as rarely as mine does! And before you ask, no one knows how you win. Best theory is that it's when the judges get tired of playing with you~!

. . . sounds like a place of regular fun and laughter here.

[giggles]

You don't know the half of it!

[. . . you are a very creepy little girl]

So why not mention a bit more of it?

[icons lie, she's not prepubescent, she's late teens, I just don't have enough icons if I use proper age]

There's the wildlife: raptors, terepedes, giant poisonous spiders, the judges, and worst of all, the other teams. Though of course, I'm sure they'll all deny it. You can see for yourself, though, next bad game! I'm sure Flowers or Game Master would be more than happy to supply.

[you are still little in size, I'm sure. and ooooh emphasize]

... what do you mean?

[well, yes]

There's games set up, kill or be killed. But still~ you'd be surprised how they kill, the brutality! Both my teams were eaten alive, once, in a bad game, when we'd been playing cards like 'wedgie' and 'theft'! Don't believe anyone who tells you they're the good guys. Unless, I suppose, you'd prefer to be stabbed in the back rather than prepared to face them!

... how do I know you're not just telling me this to keep us isolated and weak because we're the new guys, huh?

You're all memoryless, you have no choice but to depend on them. I'm simply recommending you not count on your safety inside the games! Inside and outside~ The faces people show change quite drastically!

[... glancing around to survey the other teams despite himself]