raqia_rp

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?

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 ]

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.]

opening_act

Who: Those that answer the call
When: Day 1, Evening
Where: The arena
What: The first game

[ It's been some hours since Exael vanished, presumably to confer with Lord Metatron. There hasn't been much reason to stick around the empty area, unless you were concerned with missing her return.

As it turns out, there was no reason to worry. The loud blasts of trumpet herald her entrance, and for a moment, the arena is dark.

When the lights go up, a stage has appeared in the center of the arena. Exael stands upon in, in her human form, and behind her are boxes, numbered one through eight. She calls out with her voice magnified to carry easily through the arena. ]

Step right up, step right up! Now begins, the first act of redemption! As soon as all our participants from the audience have filed in, we shall begin our show!

[OOC: If you have IRC, it would be helpful if you could join #Raqia on the lunarnet server!]

opening_act

Who: Anyone
When: Day 1, Afternoon
Where: The Arena
What: With any luck, answers.

[ You've met each other, and at least some of the confused amnesiacs have ventured out into the closest thing the sealed city has to open air, outside the dormitory building they woke in. The arena loomed large, the biggest landmark the city had to offer, and at some elected to explore the large building.

For those that didn't, the grand flash of light that fills the streets, coming from the direction of the Arena may call attention to it.

For those already there, the blinding light that suddenly blazed into existence is impossible to miss, pure and bright. If they closed their eyes reflexively, they may not notice, but the observant might notice that the flash left no afterimage on their closed eyelids. For those with their eyes left open, they will find the light doesn't hurt, or diminish their vision when they look away, though they still have difficulty seeing into that burning core.

Not long after, the light starts to dim. At the core of it, a mass of brilliant wings, too numerous to count keeps itself aloft in a constant whirr of motion and feathers. Or— maybe that's wrong, in certain moments there are no pure white feathers but stripped musculature, raw and writhing, with far too many eyes hidden amongst the folds.

Will you approach? ]

raqiamods

Who: Everyone
When: Day 1, Morning
Where: The Dorms
What: It begins.

[ it's morning, and though there's no shrill of an alarm or sunlight streaming in through windows, you've all just woken up. probably. That would account for why you seem to be in bed, and why you don't remember doing anything before this. It must have been a nice restful sleep.

in this room you don't recognize.

. . . actually, maybe the reason you don't remember doing anything isn't related to having just woken up at all. if you search your mind, you'll find your recollection totally blank.

Maybe you should get up and find out what's going on ]

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