patchedwork: (without a trace;)
[personal profile] patchedwork
Who: Erelim and visitors!
When: Day 6, night
Where: Erelim
What: we won but I think in the end we lost.

[ setting four golden keys down onto the coffee table before dumping himself onto the couch ]

I'm beat. What a day.
ashesashesweallfall: (You're beautiful)
[personal profile] ashesashesweallfall
Who: Those who went hunting
When: Day 6, early evening
Where: The Arena
What: Game 4 close

[Where before the trumpets heralded a small mound of finery, now they announce only the presence of a small pedestal. On it stands a wooden chest with a gold keyhole, open and empty.]

[The woman from before stands beside it.]

I hope you've been busy.
[personal profile] fallenature
Who: Anyone
When: Day 6, late evening, forward dated to the end of the game
Where: The Storehouse
What: Was that there before?

[ As you exit the arena at the end of Neciel's game, it seems her game has taken most of the day, and the street lamps are beginning to dim, heralding the arrival of night in the city. Or— most of them are, at least. North of the arena, one street is staying very conspicuously bright, compared to the surrounding streets.

Should you follow the road, you'll find one building has not been sealed, and has a great metal door. How could you have missed this? For those that have walked through this neighborhood before, actually, this may seem odd. It was definitely completely sealed before.

The inside is dark, mostly. But a stairwell at the end of the empty hall has light leaking through, from below. And below is. . . an unexpected mountain of furniture and boxes, filled with all sorts of things you'd find in a modern city, as if someone had taken all of what should fill the empty buildings of Raqia and piled it down in this cavern, spreading unground at least the length of a city block.

However, there are two things conspicuously absent when looking through these supplies: there is no food of any sort, or clothes. ]
[personal profile] patchedwork
Who: anyone
When: Day 6, later morning and noon
Where: anywhere
What: hmmmmmmingle

[ so maybe you're on the hunt for those very special scavenger hunt items. or maybe you're trying to figure out how to function with those terrible status effects. or MAYBE you've given up on everything and have decided to lie down on your face until this game is over??? ]

[ maybe that's you. maybe that's your life. ]
icantblieveitsnotdeadpool: (Default)
[personal profile] icantblieveitsnotdeadpool
Who: Deadpool, Snow
When: Day 6, Morning
Where: The City
What: Scavenger Hunt

[The paper reads, in a flowing script:

Bring me:
An animal
A flower
Something hard
Something soft
Something precious
Something worthless
Something you've never seen
Something you see every day
A present]

It's a scavenger hunt! And I can hear hair growing!
ashesashesweallfall: (Love me cancerously)
[personal profile] ashesashesweallfall
Who: ???
When: Day 6, Morning
Where: The Arena.
What: Game 4

[The trumpet blast is bright and sharp, just as it was the previous afternoon.]

[But now, where before there was empty ground, a chaise lounge in plush red velvet contains a lovely young woman sprawled out upon it. Beside it rests an end table littered with trinkets: baubles and jewels; delicate statuary and finely-carved jade combs; bits of jewelry that glitter and catch the light. There among the rest stands a chest of dark wood, inlaid with glints of precious stone and set with a keyhole of gold.]

Come in, my darlings. Don't dawdle, now.

[[ OOC: If you have IRC, please join #raqia on the Lunarnet server ]]
blankasfreshlyfallen: (Why can't Jim die this time?)
[personal profile] blankasfreshlyfallen
Who: Malakim, visitors
When: Day 5, Post-game
Where: Dorms
What: Mirrors full of memories

You think that other team we met was real?
opening_act: (About arias and cinnamon)
[personal profile] opening_act
Who: Exael, others
When: Day 5, Afternoon
Where: The Arena.
What: Game 3

[ Another day, another blast of the trumpets, another game.

Exael is there this time, in her human guise, standing in the center of the arena, and in the center of a giant circular mirror with a clock face painted on, that has been installed in the floor beneath her.

Both of the painted hands are currently pointed towards XII

Exael raises both her arms with a flourish and calls out as people enter: ]

Come one, come all! Take your positions, for soon the curtains will rise on our next act!

[[ OOC: If you have IRC, please join #raqia on the Lunarnet server ]]
patchedwork: (the flames all scorch;)
[personal profile] patchedwork
Who: ? ? ?
When: day 5, morning
Where: erelim & the dorms
What: good morning.

[ in one of the presumably empty erelim rooms, there's a loud crash. then another one - like someone or. . . or something decided to thrash the room. ]

[ if you've decided to hang back, eventually the door opens and the perpetrator sways out half dressed, holding up a shirt like a towel to his face. ]


[ later on, this new guy is exiting the elevator to the cafeteria, all dressed and munching on an apple. ]
icy_princess: (Default)
[personal profile] icy_princess
Who: A new girl, and you!
When: Day 4, evening
Where: The dorms
What: A girl in navy and silver


[The elevator doors open. At first, there isn't a person visible. Then a young girl, with long white hair calmly steps out.]
Umm... hello?
paintwithallthecolors: (white 15)
[personal profile] paintwithallthecolors
Who: Erelim
Where: Erelim
When: Day 4, afternoon
What: FINALLY ERELIM JOINS THE MEMORY REGAIN CLUB

[ check out these berries ]

Do either of you want to go first?
dishonestliving: (50 bucks says she ran)
[personal profile] dishonestliving
Who: Autumn, Bucky, AND YOU
Where: kitchen
When: Day 4, midday
What: homebrew

[Maybe you are coming down for a late breakfast, or maybe you had an early start and hope you've got something for lunch. Either way, a girl in green and a boy in blue have a couple pots bubbling on the stove. The scent that wafts from them is...sharp. You are pretty sure it's not Cream of Wheat]

You wanna test this one?
icantblieveitsnotdeadpool: (ohthephone)
[personal profile] icantblieveitsnotdeadpool
Who: Team Malakim
When: Day 3, Post-Game
Where: Dorms
What: Let's Talk About Dreams...

[As you return from the game, Chum is seated in the living room.]

So...how did it go?
heavensabove: (But you know by now it’s half past late)
[personal profile] heavensabove
Who: Those that answer the call, some loser nerd angel
When: Day 3, Afternoon
Where: The arena
What: Game 2

[ You've had only a full day's break since the last blast of trumpets sounded, and already there's another set ringing out from the Arena.

But when you get there this time, Exael is nowhere to be found. Good news, right? Instead there's a man with his hands over his ears, looking a little bed-raggled. But he's not in uniform, and none of you have seen him before. If that wasn't a dead give-away, the molting wings that tear through two gaps at the back of his shirt confirm it. This man is an angel too.

At his back, there are no boxes. Instead, there's a large round table, with a scattered assortment of plant matter, a few implements for working with the plants,, and chairs.

He has a scroll in his hands, and is checking people off as they arrive. ]

Is punctuality a virtue? It really ought to be. Honestly. Attention! If I could have your attention, please! There is very important information to be imparted here today, so your attention would really be appreciated! Most appreciated!

[OOC: if you have IRC, joining #raqia on the lunarnet server is helpful, but not required ]
foreveralawn: (how do I say this...)
[personal profile] foreveralawn
Who: Everyone
When: Day 3, morning
Where: 1st floor cafeteria
What: pressing concerns of a nutritional nature

[Quinn is in the cafeteria, in a staring contest with her daily apple. There is a sad gurgle from her stomach.]



How long d-does it take a garden to g-grow stuff anyway...



[Maybe it's time for everyone to touch base on how food efforts are coming along?? Or about other things. Whatever your hearts fancy.]

((OOC: Open mingle for everyone!! I'll be tagging around after a nap.))
[personal profile] fallenature
Who: Intrepid amnesiac explorers
When: Day 2, Afternoon
Where: The park
What: Probably not lions and tigers and bears. Probably.

[ For those that chose to head to where their maps indicated the park stood, you'd see calling it a "park" is really too kind. Behind a wrought iron gate, everything is overgrown and wild, and you can hear animal noises coming from deeper within, barking and rustling of greenery.

There's a hand-print set into a brick end-post, the same type as the ones that open the way into the individual team dorms. A section of gate should swing open to allow you passage, if you choose to proceed.

Do you? ]
paintwithallthecolors: (white 40)
[personal profile] paintwithallthecolors
Who: anyoneeee
When: Day 2, morning
Where: GREENHOUSE
What: GREENHOUSE MINGLE

[ Erelim busting in to check the place out ]
impolicy: (And it was so)
[personal profile] impolicy
Who: Ophanim
When: Day 1, post-game
Where: o p h aaannnimmm
What:

Not bad, not bad, right? Hey kids, you missed some excitement!

[ that certainly was a game. On the brightside, we have cool hats with memories, so what's up kids.

Alternatively, what's up in general. ]
paintwithallthecolors: (white 69)
[personal profile] paintwithallthecolors
Who: Erelim, maybe... others...
When: Day 1, post-game
Where: Erelim
What:

[ so like the moment they get through the door into the dorms Garnet is latching onto Antares's hand and slumping face first against his shoulder ]
blankasfreshlyfallen: (If Luke Cage used all the hot water)
[personal profile] blankasfreshlyfallen
Who: Malakim, visitors
When: Day 1, Post-game
Where: Dorms
What: What do you even do for a broken arm?

[Figures out how to open the door again and then slams it closed behind his teammates when everyone's in. He stalks off to go look for — you know what? I don't even know what you need for a broken arm.]

[Just going to RUMMAGE LOUDLY through whatever is in the bathroom.]
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