Who: you
Where: everywhere
When: Day 09?? sure why not. morning!!
What: baby you're a firework (MINGLE)

[today, you will occasionally find golden glittery things slowly drifting down from the sky; from a distance, they don't look unlike fireflies. when they hit the ground, though, they disappear. it's pretty!

if you reach out to touch one, it burns horribly but leaves no mark; if you're quick, you might see a faint burn shaped like stitches before it disappears. the stinging sensation lingers for about a minute before disappearing.

what a nice way to start off the morning, eh]

Who: Anyone.
Where: The dome.
When: Day 07, morning.
What: A game.

[By the early morning, the locks had clicked open, and the locks have let those trapped out of their dorms. But as sweet as the taste of freedom is, shortly a bell begins to ring, along with a (familiar?) call, not compulsory, but insistant.

Inside the dome, instead of rooms, there is a set of laminated wood tables with 8 chairs at each, a bunch of pencils in a jar as well as a pack of crayons, and a series of cards. There is also a small nook, lined with shelves full of picture books and a comfortable rug.

Between the two is a small girl, dressed in a crisp black skirt with a white blouse, and glasses, sitting at a teacher's desk. She is studiously pouring over a pile of folders.]

[ Mingle! You don't have to be playing to show up in the mingle. If you want to talk to Quire, ping me a link. | Sign-in. | Rules. | Round one. | Intermission. |Round two. | Scorring |Endgame.]

Who: Hobos, et al.
Where: Hobodorm, commons.
When: Day six, breakfast time.
What: A little bit of breakfast, and a little bit of info sharing.

[So! After the power outage of last night, the light is beginning to seep back into the hobodorm. Someone among you has been industriously working to prepare a nutritious, if scant, breakfast. There's porridge made with milk, jerky and fried fish, and a selection of green berries and fruit. If everyone is reasonable about sharing, there might be enough for everyone...

Even in the event that unlikelyhood comes to pass, there is also a new addition to the wall. There are sticks and berry juice pots for writing nearby.]

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Who: Hobos, anybody
Where: Hobodorm
When: Day... 5? Evening..?
What: Hobo overflow!

[By now, some of you may have started to realize that you're not here constantly. You might be starting to wonder if, rather than hours, or maybe even days, you could be gone for weeks. Months? Longer?

The fickleness of your new murdercave extends even to the teams! Some, perhaps, who had previously been sorted onto the first seven, may find themselves hobo'ing it up…]

Who: Anyone
Where: Hobo dorm
When: Day 05, morning
What: Where the fuck are we what is going on what even?!

[BUT SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS WHAT IS GOING ON???

This is the hobo dorm, home to unsorted characters who wanted to intro and no one could STOP them

this gentleman is distressed]