The air was damp, but warm.  It was the kind of overcast day where it was pleasant enough to sit outside and relax, but real work could get tiresome quick due to the humidity.  Luckily, it was still early, before noon, and the sun peeking in places through the clouds promised a warmer, perhaps drier afternoon and perhaps a foggy evening to follow.<br/><br/>The area where the villas were, that of the medium-sized gladiatorial houses, used to be farmland in the city's distant past.  Now that it was larger and farmland stretched much farther around, the old land had been purchased by the benefactors of the coliseum and homes had been built to accommodate the growing teams of competitors in the arena.  However, even that was history as now, these villas were only large enough to support medium sized houses.  Bigger ones had been built within the city or converted out of the older villas in choice plots closer to the metropolis.<br/><br/>Celeste's house sported six gladiators in total and, therefore, qualified for the smaller end of the medium sized houses.  The new villa, occupied now for a couple of months, sported about a dozen bedrooms, a large kitchen, storage areas (one of which had been converted into a shop for certain house members), a bathroom capable of supporting about half a dozen anthros in it's tub and a courtyard complete with training grounds.  The old stone showed in certain areas and evidence of past occupants could still be found here and there, especially near the training grounds where more spirited matches had resulted in gouges in the walls from sturdy training weapons.<br/><br/>For the past few months, Celeste had stopped searching for new members.  She was pretty satisfied with the talent, even if some weren't particularly enthused about fighting itself at the moment.  The gator was ambitious, but so, too, was she careful.  She'd spent many years watching ambitious leaders lose their entire houses, their dreams either spoiled or at the very least, put on hold for years to come.  For the last few months, she'd mostly focused on getting to know the gladiators she'd gathered into her group, training them regularly and trying to expand their skills depending on what she saw in their unique styles.  She'd also refrained from entering into official matches where she might lose a member, opting for exhibition matches or skirmishes with other small houses.  Of course, that would have to change, eventually.<br/><br/>GM: It's about 10:00 AM.  Consider this a slice of the gladiator's lives, what they'd probably be doing on a day-to-day basis at this time.