[Samantha fidgeted. She was drinking from a thermos of something that obviously tasted foul enough that one might wonder why she even bothered. Her attention wasn't on the healers back in the arena, nor on the signs of repair or engineers. Right now, the only thing she could stare at was the rising moon. The light of it was only a thin sliver and the cambion was biting her lips.]
Whatever it is you guys have planned, god I hope you had a plan B.
(OOC: Open to those who specifically planned to lock Sam up. For sanity's sake, let's keep this to two or three people. She's not going to put up much of a fight if she knows what's going on anyway. Samantha is otherwise completely unavailable on d170 and the latter portion of 169.)
Day 169 Sunset - Outside of the Arena (Semi-Open)
Whatever it is you guys have planned, god I hope you had a plan B.
(OOC: Open to those who specifically planned to lock Sam up. For sanity's sake, let's keep this to two or three people. She's not going to put up much of a fight if she knows what's going on anyway. Samantha is otherwise completely unavailable on d170 and the latter portion of 169.)