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Entry tags:
- !days 220-229,
- !games,
- akin iyapo shing kaalnikanjlo,
- allen walker,
- amy pond,
- apollo justice,
- edward elric,
- excel,
- flonne,
- gokudera hayato,
- howard link,
- impmon,
- jace beleren,
- kiryuu zero,
- lady,
- nakayama yayoi,
- rabi,
- selendis,
- shinonome kon,
- syaoran,
- takizawa yuta,
- uchiha itachi,
- wanijima akito,
- yoi-te,
- {chaz villette},
- {doumeki shizuka},
- {gaara},
- {kohaku},
- {kuchiha},
- {ryner lute},
- {{{taiki}}},
- {{{zelgadis greywords}}},
- ~flowers,
- ~messenger
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.))
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.))
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For accepting my invitation. It will make Red and the others happy.
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...You're giving me cake, so don't thank me too...
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...And Red cares for you. I trust him, and he trusts you.
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