@ Ome (Stella): “Stella, right?” He sits down for a moment.  “It's been...” His eyes wander over the crowd of rough housers.  “Long time.  Not surprised to see you here...” He takes a short breath, uncaps a bottle of water and a long draught.  “I hear...” He pauses in between drinks.  “I hear you're tagged for the Firin' Ozirin.  I'm certainly glad your match is after mine.  Means I'll get to relax while I watch.” His lips curl into a playful bunny smile.  “Assuming I'm in one piece...”<br/><br/>The bell rings outside, and Jazz' head jerks upward.  “That just might be me...” He groans, sitting up.  “Yeah... already.  All the best, Stella.” He starts out toward the ring.<br/><br/><br/>@ TaciturnTiger (Jori):  With a short rattling and a final click, the lock shorts and fails to reset, leaving the door to merely be pulled open.  Down the stairs came the first figure, shadows from here but the shadow of something akin to a thick, stocked and scoped wand with God knows what sort of hexes in its battery shadows the wall as well.  Only when one flying plastic fork reaches it (and what little effect such a thing would have, one would think) does the figure topple forward with a screech – the plastic had dispersed in a dozen icy shards, nearly frictionless in their absolute-zero delve into his faces flesh.  With a crack, the figure hits the landing, prone and motionless; Carlos' door rattles a little, and creaks an inch open...<br/><br/><br/>@ Chirouso (Onyx):  A day and a night pass, and again, in your southward descent to the City dangerously close to the borders of Id.  About midday the next the carriages begin to slow to a trot, and you feel a hint fatigued.  The foliage about you is lush, pleasant, and mist-shrouded.  Moon-silver.  Relaxing, almost.  Finally, about an hour in, the carriage sputters to a stop.<br/><br/>“Hoofing it from here.” The professor hops out in a moment.  “Lock it up and come with, take everything you're gonna want.  We're camping indoors.” He adds, strapping this and that onto the outside of his framed camping pack.<br/><br/>Further and further in, the fog thickens, until the only indicator of the woods five yards off the path either way are the chirps of crickets and the call of mourning doves.  It's wet, the air, and the sky is as pale as the surrounding.  “Not too far, not too far.” James assures you pleasantly.<br/><br/><br/>@ KavenBach (Santi):  *GUUULP!*<br/><br/>Tim's tongue hooked up and around and finally tickled that perfect spot, and he was already making his way up hungrily to your armpits, letting everything beneath savor the efforts of his tongue and the confining warmth of his digestive tract.  It squeezed, tingled and tickled gently, and he still lapped at you, wanting you to come more than anything.  But starving, still.  You could tell this was all part of his appetite.  Shari was now shoveling you in.  “You're pleas are so cute...” She giggles.  “You don't have to worry, you're not going to die.  You're going to be part of Tim.  I already told you that.” She presses one more sensuous kiss to your lips.  “Now climax, relax, and let us have you, beautiful.” She whispers, her skin's aroma intoxicating, her breath as well.<br/><br/>And Tim's lips stretched over your head, for a brief moment you caught his gaze and then, it was dark.  You were enveloped, trapped in the sexy young male's entombing flesh, and with a brief but forceful contraction of his throat, you began your descent into his bowels to join him forever.