So is it just Smeags we are waiting for?

I'm here and I've got my PM!

So uh... when we do this? *grumbles*

10 minutes
internet is being weird

Tagging!

Mafia Round 70 - Smash Brothers

From the top of Headquarters, Scrambles peered out over the arena landscape while he checked off a series of quality control paperwork. The sheets and binder were tinged slightly orange from the sunsetted canopy. All the arenas were ready for battle, supposedly, but he always had to take one last look for himself. The lava valves which he had visited earlier that day seemed to be in good working order and were maintaining the approved 850 degree C measurements. Hovering platforms were functional, and party balls were currently being loaded with random goodies over in the manufactory wing. All that was left to go over was the guest list roster. He penned his name in at the bottom and flipped the page over. 
On the reverse, a guest list was neatly typed in along with character portraits and bios. He scanned through the names meticulously.
Ridley? He's too fucking big. No way. Uh uh.
He made a quick stroke through the name and continued. Another unlikely attendee, Captain Falcon had been arrested just that morning after a viral video made its rounds of him punching a crossing guard into outer space. He probably wouldn't be attending. Another quick stroke meant the list could be finalized. He penned his name again at the base of the page. Scrams called in the secretary and made her aware of the changes to be reported to the board.
Thank you sir, I'll be sure to confirm this with the event organizers and let them know we can start. 
Scrams nodded and settled down at his marble desk. He ran his hand along the top, enjoying the cool surface. He picked his pen up and quickly disassembled the cartridges, checking for blotting and buildup, then set it in the gold and lacquered oak stand. These were likely to be his last few moments of peace and quiet before the tournament began. He was good at his job, but he could only be reminded of the last few times this event was held, and the stern warnings he had been issued for his lack of control during those tournies. He pushed the button on the intercom.
And please call down to security and verify that all the cameras and tapping fields are in functional. I don't want a repeat of last year.
-Yes..sir.
He leaned back in his comfy leather chair and spun around to face the landcape and let out a long breath of air through his nose.
A cat padded across the floor to his legs where he nuzzled for a bit before leaping onto Scrams' lap. He pet it softly and spoke out loud to the little kitty.
Ms. Kitty, I hope we did it right this time.
Ms. Kitty maneuvered around to face the window as well, burying her face into his palm. Her nose was cold. She smiled, knowingly, and purred. She had just finished signing her own little checklist as well... 

Day 1 Begin!

http://itsalmo.st/#night1

To long didn't read.

I read it and it was good. I liked it. You painted a nice picture.

Smeags will you by any chance be keeping track of post count this time around?

Ehhhh... *scratches nose* Too much work! *blows raspberry at Nicklesbe*