http://messagingly.insanejournal.com/ ([identity profile] messagingly.insanejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] slt_archive2011-04-03 06:12 pm

Game 140

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.))

Re: [CYGNUS]

[identity profile] maryhadalilgun.insanejournal.com 2011-04-04 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
Hah, that's a bit of a sad state to be in. Let me see your hand.

Re: [CYGNUS]

[identity profile] unicursed.insanejournal.com 2011-04-04 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
[holds it out for her]

Re: [CYGNUS]

[identity profile] maryhadalilgun.insanejournal.com 2011-04-04 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[shallow cut and then presses rag to it right away so he won't see blood :< ]