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.]