unintentional_sauna past the heat and humidity of the day was trapped in the dome. large fans lazily stirred the air in a vain attempt to limit the accumulation of that peculiar acridic lustre that hits the nose just so. dozens of bodies running, kicking, and sweating added spirit to the smellscape quicker than any mechanical ventilation could handle while keeping the bubble inflated. even the keepers were soaked from their own sweat, standing relatively still, awaiting the opportunity for explosive bursts of action. by the time 90 minutes were played, everyone weighed a few kilos less, loopy in the magnified heat as the next squads prepared to add their own exertions to the great fetid mix. 220721 what's it to you? who go blather from