September 4, 2020 at 5:57 am #39347
ADMIN – ARANEARIUSDenarii: 𐆖 -2,947.45PlebeiusNo Province
Take a seat in our virtual theatre, and help craft the next grand script! In this competition work with your fellow citizens to craft a play. Take turns writing a scene then allowing fellow participants to continue the story. The best writers will be judged at the end and prizes duly awarded.
1st Place Prize
Luxurious alabaster statue of Iupiter Optimus Maximus on his throne holding his divine scepter. 6.5” in height and made in Greece.
PLUS 100 Roman Republic Denarii and Ludi Victors badge on citizenship profile
2nd Place Prize
50 Roman Republic Denarii
3rd Place Prize
25 Roman Republic Denarii
- Dialouge is to be written as a script.Example:
- CHARACTER NAME: Dialogue text here.
- Other information about the scene, actions, setting, and so on should be written in italics.Example:
- Scene information and actions like this.
- One entry per-person every day is allowed.
- Iupiter and Rome
- The contest runs until September 19. On this day a contest admin will announce the next entry to be the final scene drawing the play to a close.
Good luck! Utinam fortuna!September 6, 2020 at 3:49 pm #39368
The curtain opens to a darkened stage.
After a few moments, there is a small flickering of a lamp being lit. The dim figure of a man at a wooden desk, with a lit gaslamp on the desk, slowly becomes more clear as a spotlight fades in. He is looking at a ledger, and writing in it with a pen. After a few moments, he speaks.
MAN: “The moon waxes and now, sweet justice, the gifts of my fathers fathers and the noble lands of fertile soil upon which grew the sacred trees shall soon be at hand. Less than one, and half of the other, love is the theme of my mind, and yet … Lo! What is that?”
The spotlight moves toward the right. An actor dressed as a black cat crawls in from stage right toward the man, and the spotlight follows until both the man at the desk and the cat are lighted.
CAT: “Mew! Mew! It is I, do not you know who I am?”
MAN: whispers to the audience “There is something familiar about this creature.” speaks to the cat ”What brings you here, and who may you be, in such a disguise?”September 7, 2020 at 11:29 am #39379
Publius Iunius BrutusDenarii: 𐆖 1,179.33PatriciusPacifica
The cat purrs and slinks around the desk of the man.
CAT: You write in your ledger such plans. You speak of your father’s father. Surely you know who and what I am…
The man drops his writing instrument onto the desk. He stairs closely at the cat. After a moment of perplexion he raises his right hand into the air seeming very satisfied with himself.
MAN: Ah ha! You are that neighbors cat, the one which ran away last week. You know you made them very…
The cat hisses. Then in a booming voice much larger than her size.
CAT: Silence! It seems you do not really know your father’s father or any of your ancestors for that matter. What a shame. I assure you, I did, and I still do.
The man sits in silence, mouth open, dumbfounded. The cat turns towards the audience.
CAT: You know, I told my husband appearing as a feline was a bad idea. He said bulls always worked so well for him. Worked out well he said, ha, I should have known better. That bull only really worked out for that degenerate woman Europa… So here we are, me as a silly cat before a fool of a man. I should have just appeared as a peacock. Alas, let’s see how this goes.
The cat purs and jumps onto the desk knocking the papers and its contents onto the floor. The lamp almost falls but the cat reaches out and steadies it. Then in a more quiet and somewhat mocking tone says…
CAT: Oh, Gaius, you seem puzzled even more. Yes, yes, I knew of your ancestors. In fact, you all share a certain, let’s say, vacancy of the mind. But, it is no trouble. Let me help you with my identify. Tell me dear Gaius, what do you know of Juno?September 7, 2020 at 9:37 pm #39385
Special effects team brings in clashes of thunder, darkness, lightening effects and a spotlight on a small chorus of cherubs with golden wings.
CHERUBS: singing JUNO, JUNO, THE QUEEN REGINA COMETH!
The stage is suddenly lit and a glorious queen, dressed in full regalia, arrives on the scene. She passes in front of the man at the desk and calls to the cat.
JUNO: Isis-Bastet-Romansquieta, dear feline friend, thank you for calling me. You may return to your temple duties. Libertas has much to accomplish and She needs all hands on deck.
turns to the man
JUNO: And you! Who are you to evoke me by name? Have you no respect for the Queen of all Romans everywhere, their descendants, and other mere mortals influenced by the great Roman Empire? Which we shall, of course, make great again. Someday.
Chorus exits stage right. Cat slinks off toward stage left and, instead of exiting, jumps up on the stage set which is the inside of a huge library with shelves of books and a great window looking out onto a landscaped scene and a stone fireplace with a roaring fire. While the conversation between the man and the Goddess Juno continues, the Cat entertains the younger generation with various ad-libbed antics: for example, jumping from shelf to shelf, chasing a bird that flies in through the window, creeping up to the fireplace for a nap, etc.
MAN: You seem so angry. What are you angry about?
Juno opens her eyes dramatically, and rolls them around, tapping her foot impatiently. The man goes back to writing in his ledger.
MAN: Okay, fine.
Juno stomps off stage right. The cat warms herself by the fireplace and stretches. The man’s head slowly starts to drop to the table, and he falls asleep. The stage light become dim, and a blue light starts to flicker around the stage.September 8, 2020 at 1:31 pm #39445
The orchestra plays random phrases. A flute here, an oboe there, and a low drumming sound evoking the rhythm of the human heart. A cherub enters from stage left, lit by a blue spotlight.
CHERUB: I am the guardian spirit of this place, the land upon which it was built. There are many guardian spirits, of many names, in all cultures throughout the world. I know every moment of concord and discord of every human being who ever lived on this land. I have intimated knowledge of this room, and what happened before this room was built.
Sometimes I come to you in a dream, and I give you knowledge of your past lives, however the messages do not make sense in your conscious world. For this, we give clues in your daily life. A number, a name, a seeming coincidence. To the modern world, perhaps, we seem like angels. But we are not. We do not travel from place to place, as humans do. We stay with the land, and the land has the knowledge of all human ancestors from their primordial beginnings.
The Romans called me “Larry”. But, we are not in Rome; not in the city, nor any of the lands of the Roman Empire, and the people no longer know me by my name. Only I know my name, and this secret knowledge is part of my power. With this power, I am connected with every unknown guardian spirit who still exists all over the world. And, in a gentle and harmonious world, we may communicate with each other, and find answers that do not exist within a modern laboratory of DNA analysis.
We know who loved whom, who secretly detested whom, and the families, friends and partnerships that made us the spirits that we are today. Many of us desire peace, yet many have been seduced by the excitement of action. So our communication is inconsistent, and requires much work and patience if you are to know us, and if we are to impart our vast knowledge to you.
Otherwise, of course, you may read books, you may write in ledgers, and you may uncover a small fraction of the legacy we may share. If only we find the path.
Let us go on a journey, deep below the ocean, to where the enlightened luminous creatures of the deep light a pathway walked by no person alive today. At one time, this land was called Atlantis, and great civilizations were built, destroyed, and now only the bright ones below know this land well.
Come with us, and we will visit the spirits of the deep. They may guide us gently to the knowledge of ancestry in our dreams.
Sleep …. sleep …. sleep …
The blue spotlight follows the cherub as s/he walks toward the sleeping man, until both are within the spotlight, and we see that Juno is also with the man, waving her scepter gently above his head.
JUNO: This man does not know his ancestry. As the great Mother Goddess of the city of Rome and the vast Roman Empire, my statues, along with my husband and his daughter, formed a triad in the fora of cities established through conquest, alliance, and the gift of the spirits of the lands. I do not know all things which transpired, on the land, because my memory is along higher realms of the heavens alongside my husband Jupiter. But, dear spirit, you have the knowledge he seeks, as do your companions below and within the mysteries of the ocean depths.
I shall ask my husband to send an eagle; not his eagle of course, but a companion eagle into this man’s dreams. The eagle will carry an acorn in his beak, and he will swoop down and lift this man up, carry him over the ocean, and drop him into the sea. And then, he will drop the acorn seed, and both the man and the seed will fall to the bottom of the deep, dark, sea. The sea …. the sea …
The spotlight close-ups on the man, who raises his arms and walks, as if in a dream.
MAN: I have dropped to the bottom of the ocean. It is dark, and wet, and warm, like the womb of my mother before I was born. Now the water recedes, and I am standing below a great oak tree, below a hot, glowing sun, in a land where, some day, a great city will be built. The people here will, some day, wear togas. Today, I plant a seed, for I have been given the gift of knowledge for the growing of food from the black, fertile soil of the earth. I offer love to the earth, so that the earth will offer me and my loved ones the love of earth in return. I have a name. My name is ….September 8, 2020 at 2:32 pm #39452
Spurius Gallonius CatulusDenarii: 𐆖 194.03PlebeiusCalifornia Citerior
Suddenly the lights go dark. Sound effects of waves crashing violently on the shore with the wind howling are heard.
Suddenly dim blue lights illuminate the stage. A rocky seashore is seen with waves crashing spraying the man with water. The man is now clothed in archaic Roman armor dating from the 700s BC.
The man slowly turns towards the audience with newfound confidence. As ocean spray hits him he proclaims…
Man (Vibius): My name is Vibius! I remember! Vibius son of Larth! Friend and confidant to the greatest of kings, to lord Romulus himself! Together we shed blood together to found Rome. My eyes are opened! My past life is clear. Jupiter has opened my eyes by this sacred acorn.
The man raises his hand to the sky holding an acorn. An eagle sores overhead, it lets out a cry. Lighting flashes and thunder is heard.
Man (Vibius): My memory, my true memory is restored!September 9, 2020 at 2:55 pm #39505
The sound of horns and drums.
End of scene 1
The curtain lowers.
A brief intermission.
Pamphlets advocating peace are distributed to the audience. Organic, vegan snacks are provided.
Calming music is played for 10 to 15 minutes as the audience prepares to watch scene II.
The curtain raises and we are back in the library. The cat is gone. The fire has gone out. Under a dim spotlight, man at the desk is sleeping with his head on his desk. He snores audibly.
A choir of cherubs enters at stage right.
CHERUBS: singing JUNO, JUNO, THE QUEEN REGINA COMETH!
The stage is suddenly lit and a glorious queen, dressed in full regalia, arrives on the scene. She passes in front of the man at the desk
JUNO: So this man has discovered one life he lived in the past. And, yes, Rome had much bloodshed and violence in its history. Unfortunately, unlike the wise man sayeth in his play, the evil that men did in that time lives in our memories and we have forgotten the good that they did. Let us see if we may give a gentler aspect to this man’s dreams, so we may remember, once again, what was built in a more peaceful era of later centuries.
Waves her scepter, clockwise, over the man’s head three times.
JUNO: I, the great Mother Goddess of Rome, have been called from my heavenly tower once again. And for what? To remember violence? For the good of the earth, for the health of the guardian spirits of Rome, and for the future well-being of all creatures, I request the guardian spirits to assist me to calm this man’s dreams. I do not know all things which transpired, on the land, because my memory is along higher realms of the heavens alongside my husband Jupiter. But, dear spirit, you have the knowledge he needs, as do your companions below and by the gentle shores of the ocean.
I shall ask my daughter, Fortuna (as Aphrodite) to send a dove. Not Aphrodite’s dove, of course not! Instead, a companion dove, chosen by my first born daughter, into this man’s dreams. The dove will carry an olive branch, symbol of my step-daughter Pax, in his beak, and she will swoop down and lift this man up, and carry him over the ocean. Through Pax, we may discover the baby Plutus, child of wealth who is only born in times which herald a great peace between nations. And then, she will glide close to the waters carrying the man and the olive branch bearing its seed, dive downwards, and allow both the man and the olive to gently fall into the shallow shores of the sea. The sea …. the sea …
The orchestra plays gentle, calming phrases. A flute here, an cello there, and then a spotlight lights up a lovely harmonious melody played by a string quartet in the orchestra pit. Behind Juno, a great peacock spreads its tail-feathers, which may be seen fanning around either side of her skirts. The stage darkens, and a cherub enters from stage left, lit by a blue spotlight.
CHERUB: I am the guardian spirit of this place, the land upon which it was built. There are many guardian spirits, of many names, in all cultures throughout the world. I know every moment of concord and discord of every human being who ever lived on this land. Sometimes I come to you in a dream, and I give you knowledge of your past lives.
Like this man, I have friends and family. My friends and family are guardian spirits, like me. Most of us would agree that, although mortals seem to know many things, mortals do seem to find it very difficult to clearly perceive more than one guardian spirit at a time. Perhaps this is because our influence, as humble guardian spirits, was only intended to happen locally. There are guardian spirits, with whom I am connected, who may reside in various places around ancient Rome and, only because the Great Mother Goddess has clearly requested this of me, I have taken the liberty of reaching out to those guardian spirits who can still remember a more stable time, centuries later than this man’s first dream; a famous era of Rome, and its empire, that was peaceful for many, many decades.
Great Juno, rest easy, this man is dreaming calmly now. He is floating on the enormous back of a grand, white dove. In her gentle beak she carries an olive branch, which was hand-picked during daylight hours, and bears a single olive with an olive seed inside.
Whispers to the audience: The branch is hand-picked during the daylight, because some olive and olive oil brands of our time frame are not bird-friendly, due to machine harvesting before dawn while the birds are asleep in the olive trees.
Speaks as before.
The man discovers that it is exhilarating and joyful to glide above the gentle shore of the Mediterranean sea, where the sunlight filters through the warm, watery sea. He drops into the water, and it is pleasant. The tides and waves seem to laugh as dolphins frolic, and pastel-colored horse spirits, some bearing wings or a single horn, play like children in the distant hills of Rome.
The spotlight close-ups on the man, who raises his arms and walks, as if in a dream.
Man (Vibius): Ha Ha Ha! Ho! This will be a fine day. The sun is low in the sky, and the weather is still cool enough for a builder to enjoy his morning’s work. Ah, I am a lucky man, to be trained and apprenticed by the great Marcus Vitruvius Pollio. And, lo! He is coming now, from a meeting the Augustus, to tell us of new works we will soon be paid to construct. My dear Gaia will be so happy to see the paycheck, I am sure she has already made plenty of plans for how to save and spend it wisely. Such a lovely woman. Well, must get to work! Wow, what a beautiful day.September 9, 2020 at 7:41 pm #39519
Marcus Livius HoratiusDenarii: 𐆖 234.90PlebeiusNova Britannia
The stage is then fully lit in warm light. The sounds of birds are chirping in the distance. Closer is the sound of hammers, saws, and chisels on stone and wood. The lit stage now reveals an aqueduct under construction in the distance across a rural field. Workmen and slaves are busy tending to the construction. Vibius wearing a tunic and expensive cloak surveys the work with satisfaction.
Then from off stage a voice calls out.
Io: Master, I return with good news! Master Vibius!
Man (Vibius): Ah, my the good gods, I am so happy to see you Io. How was your travels? Now come here and tell me your news!
Io appears on stage, dressed simply in a tunic and riding gear. He holds a leather satchel and opens it as he walks towards Vibius. He pulls a scroll out and unfurls it.
Io: Master Vibius, I met with the first citizen, Augustus himself! His secretary showed me into his office! I never throught…
Man (Vibius): You saw the Emperor himself!
Io: Aye master, divine Julius himself was smiling upon us!
Man (Vibius): What an honor, you make me envious good Io! I now wish I sent the proposal myself! So don’t just stand there! What happened?
Io: The First Citizen examined your proposal very closely. He was silent for a long time. Then he asked a few questions about the design of the furnace and the hot pool complex. Your design, as you know, is unique, more modern, so I expected these questions, naturally. I easily answered them. Then Augustus himself retired for lunch and took your plans with him. He sent me to his kitchens, I was provided the…
Man (Vibius): What happened next?!
Io clears his throat and smiles.
Io: After lunch the First Citizen approved them! Of course the senate will need to authorize the construction, he mentioned this, but he said this was a mere technicality. In fact, he granted us a contract and a first deposit before I departed. He would like you to meet with him upon returning to Rome as once to discuss particulars!
Vibus does a little dance of joy and hugs Io.
Man (Vibius): Oh Mercury smiles on us Io! Fortuna is great! To think how far we came!
Thunder is heard in the distance.
A dove with a single olive branch in its break suddenly lands between Io and Vibius. It drops the branch on the ground. Then departs as swiftly as it arrived.
More thunder, louder now, booms.September 14, 2020 at 3:05 pm #39713
End of scene II
The curtain lowers.
Upbeat, joyful music is played for a few minutes as the audience awaits scene III.
A Meeting with Pontifex Maximus Augustus and the Vestalium Maximus
Twenty years have passed since the last scene, and Augustus wishes to donate part of his home to the public, and to provide improved housing for the Vestals in honor of the Goddess Vesta. Vibius, whose sons have been working as Vibius’ apprentices, is in attendance at the meeting.
Seated at a large dining room table placed at center stage, in a large yet humbly appointed room, are Augustus and Occia, an attractive and well groomed woman. Both are dressed in traditional Roman attire; Occia in a white tunic and robe, her neatly plaited hair bound with a white ribbon, Augustus in a plain white toga. A vestal, dressed similarly to Occia and bearing a platter of breads and fruit, is standing to at stage left.
Augustus: Well met once again, Occia, and as always many thanks for your recent assistance with our building dedications.
Occia: It’s always a pleasure for us, gracious Augustus. How did you enjoy the chariot races?
Augustus: Tiring, dear Occia, to be expected at so many public events. You were there?
Occia: The girls and I would never miss a good chariot race. We love them!
An older, yet still exuberant Vibius comes in from stage left and walking toward the table, dressed in an expensive cloak and tunic, almost bumps into the Vestal’s food platter.
Vibius: Many pardons, Vestal! This is fine bread here, and lo! Here am I.
Walks toward the table and bows to Augustus and Occia.
Vibius: Your humble servant is here, at your request.
Augustus: Thank you for meeting with us. Occia and I have news of several projects for you. turns to Occia Occia? Please explain.
Occia: Ah, yes, Vibulus? I am unsure of the name. Well, our home has been in need of repairs and, with the kindness and generosity of our Pontifex Maximus, we have been granted permission to acquire some new property. turns to Augustus Would you like to tour the Domus Publica now?
Augustus: Soon, dear Occia. For now, let us break bread together.
The vestal with the platter gracefully walks toward center stage and daintily places the platter on the table, bowing toward Augustus and Occia before walking toward stage right and exiting.
Occia breaks the bread and offers most of it to Augustus, who breaks it in half and offers half to Vibius. She then motions toward the fruit, and each take a piece of fruit. As the group snacks on the light meal, the curtain goes down.
End of scene III
The curtain lowers.
Reconvening with Pontifex Maximus Augustus and the Vestalium Maximus
Twenty years later than scene III. Augustus, Occia and Vibius meet again . They are all quite old, and Augustus is sickly and feeble. They reminisce about younger days, and are amazed that they are still meeting to discuss upcoming renovations, expansion and conversion of the Temple of Concord. It will become an art museum which will display Greek paintings and several bronzes and statues, including a statue of Hestia, which delights Occia. The two men decide to bring in their successors, Augustus’ stepson Tiberius and Vibius’ son(s) to finalize arrangements for the temple in its new dedication as “Aedes Concordiae Augustae”.
The curtain opens to a view of the Circus Maximus with an Egyptian obelisk in clear view. Augustus, Occia and Vibius, twenty years older than before, are standing together and speaking. There are sounds of horses, people, and chariots being prepared in the background.
Augustus: Another Ludi, and we meet once again, after all these years. We Romans still love our chariot races don’t we?
Occia: Indeed we do!
Augustus: Well, I am not feeling well tonight, and I may be retiring early for a good night’s sleep. We do have another project coming up, Vibius. My stepson, Tiberius, will be contacting you soon.
Vibius: Oh, ha ha, I will be retiring soon myself. My son has taken over most of my duties, and I only drop in every once in awhile. Why not have Tiberius connect with my son? It’s been many years we have worked together. Many peaceful years of improving, building, renovating and creating a beautiful Rome once again.
Occia: Oh, Vibius, we will miss you at the dedication! You’ve always been there.
Augustus: You may be interested to know that the work is a renovation and expansion project for the Temple of Concordia, and that we will be turning the temple into a museum for Greek art and sculpture.
Vibius: Ha ha ha! Great! We should have some artwork to celebrate us getting along for decade after decade. I’m still not sure how we managed to get away with this. A Temple of Concordance, filled with Greek art. And, of course, the artwork of building and design provided by the family of Vibius!
Augustus: And, Occia, we will be featuring a grand statue to Hestia; the Greek Goddess of the fire.
Occia: I am delighted! Well, well, well. You men may retire, and I am happy to work with the younger generation. I am fit as a cithara, and my women are always supportive of priestessing at building dedications. We look forward to working with your families for the next generation of peace.
Augustus: Well, then, it is settled. Pax et caritas, Occia.
Occia: Pax et caritas!
Vibius: Pax et caritas!!
Occia and Vibius exit in the direction of the Circus Maximus entrance. Augustus pauses, looks at the Egyptian obelisk, takes a deep breath, and walks, slowly and laboriously, after them. All have exited the stage. The lights dim, with only a spotlight finally showing on the obelisk. And, then, the spotlight also fades out until the stage is in total darkness. The curtains lower.
End of Scene IV
The main intermission occurs, 15 to 20 minutes. Organic, vegan snacks and beverages are served. A trio of musicians playing traditional Roman instruments provides light entertainment, and pamphlets advocating peace are available at the serving tables.
<———– Resources for the Augustan Era of Peace dream sequence:
We are back in the library. The man is asleep at his desk. The fire has gone out. The window is dark. It is night. The man slowly raises his head
MAN: Pax et caritas … pax et caritas … peace and love. What a strange dream. It was a good dream though.
Man looks at the fireplace, notices the fire is out. Stands up, walks to the hearth, kneels and begins to rebuild the fire. Soon it is going again, burning brightly under his control. A sound of thunder. And, a few seconds later, a lightening flash in the window.
September 16, 2020 at 3:43 am #39745
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A large, blue book falls from the book shelf. The man stoops over to pick it up.
MAN: Odd. I never noticed this volume before. Reads cover. “Jupiter, by Jove”. Sounds interesting.
Opens the book, and gazes into it. Then walks to a comfy cushioned armchair by the fire and starts to read intently. Thunder and lightening again. The man is rapt in reading, and does not look up, nor does he notice or react to anything else for the remainder of the play. He merely reads, perhaps adjusts his position, and keeps reading.
Juno enters from stage left. She speaks to the audience.
JUNO: This man has learned who he was in a past lifetime. In his dreams, he has travelled to the past, and relived some of his strongest soul memories. But, he will not have access to this information in his current incarnation. Only as part of his subconscious mind, and in his dreams. This is the way of mortals.
Thunder and lightening again. Suddenly, Jove is seen through the window holding a giant, metallic thunderbolt made of thick cardboard or wood. He walks up to the window and walks through it, sees Juno, and approaches her. He is at least 12″ taller than She is. He bends over and kisses her gently on the top of her head and then holds his free arm out, elbow first. Juno places her hand within his arm and, together, they walk toward the window and through it, exiting the room.
The scene dims to a spotlight on the window, as the curtain lowers. The spotlight is on the curtain, toward the center. A black cat comes into the spotlight from the left, and a calico cat comes in from the right. They turn, and their tails form a heart shape together.
The spotlight slowly fades out, and the audience lights come on.
End of play.September 20, 2020 at 3:42 pm #39796
Tiberius Terentius VarroDenarii: 𐆖 403.02PlebeiusGallia Mississippia
Clap clap clap 👏👏👏September 20, 2020 at 5:21 pm #39797
Takes a bow.September 25, 2020 at 4:47 pm #39852
Curious about the time frame for judging.
The contest ended Saturday, the 19th.
Today is Friday, the 25th.
A weekend looms ahead.
There are four contestants, three prizes.
The previous contest had three contestants, three prizes.
The previous contest first place winner started and ended the contest and had the most content.
Therefor, I have duplicated the actions of the first place winner of the previous contest with my own original content, to see the results, which will be interesting and give me and everyone else watching online more information about these contests and how they are judged.
Will the results be predictable, or at least partially so? Or will they be unpredictable? It’s either one or the other. (i.e. either predictable or unpredictable)
I have no emotional investment in the outcome, nor am I particularly curious, nor am I impatient.
In my experience, the best outcomes are rarely those given most quickly.
However; a judgement in which one contestant falls off the map is perhaps more difficult than one in which everyone gets a prize.
Were there any “dud” entries in this competition? That’s for the judges to decide. Process of elimination.
On the other hand, did each entrant provide a valuable piece or direction to the story? Again, for the judges to decide. Perhaps more time-consuming decision given the slightly larger number of contestants in this particular contest.
Finally, were there extenuating circumstances which prevent a timely judgement; i.e. the unforeseen postponement or cancellation of the offerings due to fires and ash.
I do believe, at this point in time, as the week comes to a close, it would be polite to provide an update, an extension, or a modification as deemed appropriate by the judges.
I have duties with another organization on Sunday mornings (in which I serve at a leadership level, which requires a bit more of my attention) and, although some of what I do there is in close alignment with the topics covered by Roman Republic, there are other things which diverge. So … it would be nice to have some sort of information regarding the status of judging by sometime today.
Blessings!September 25, 2020 at 7:33 pm #39854
Aulus Iulius CaesarDenarii: 𐆖 211.65PlebeiusNova Svecia
I’ll have a winner picked as soon as possible. My focus at the moment is on the Senate meeting just called. I had to take some night shifts at work so much schedule is a bit off right now. I apologize and I’ll get to it as soon as I can!September 25, 2020 at 8:47 pm #39858
Thanks for the update! We’ll look for something after the weekend.
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