Test Drive Meme

[etcircenses]

Welcome new Tributes!

The Capitol has gathered a good crop of you at once, and to help morale, and to ease you into Capitol society they are throwing a banquet, just for those who work with the Games. Stylists, Escorts, mentors, a few of the Capitol elite, and of course, you all, the Tributes.

Instead of waking up in the normal way, new Tributes awake in lush beds, in a very posh ski lodge. Elegant but simple clothes are laid out for them, in a warm grey, and a note to come down as soon as they are ready. And if they linger too long, a peacekeeper appears to escort them down.

Those from the Capitol, are brought in on chartered party buses, one for each District, which are about as posh as a bus can get. It's a roughly 45 minute drive, well out of the Capitol's city limits.

Although the party is "mellow" by Capitol standards, it is still pretty damn extravagant. Alcohol flows freely, and banquet tables are kept fully stocked by silent avoxes. The whole ski lodge has been cleared out, and guest can hit up an ice skating rink, or pick out a swim suit and jumped into the huge, natural hot springs tubs.

As the night drags on, however, all does not go as planned. Half way through the night, there is a tremendous roar, and the hotel is plunged into pitch blackness. There is chaos for roughly 10 minutes, till low power emergency lights flicker on. However the generators don't have the power to keep the heater going.

A first aid station is set up, and the avoxes start pulling in blankets to the main lobby, lighting a fire in the fireplace and doing what they can to keep everyone warm. It is quickly communicated that there was an avalanche, and although the hotel remains in good shape, the power and the road to the Capitol has been cut out.

It's going to be a long night.


OOC INFORMATION

Welcome to the test drive meme for thegames!

We are both a jamjar and a Hunger Games AU character game. You can choose to either have your character ported in from their world or AU them into Panem. Detailed knowledge of the Hunger Games is not required. We accept just about any character and character type that we can work into the world, including AUs, OCs, and up to 3 multiples (however, each versions of a character must be significantly different from the others.)

All the information you need can be found in this post, which can always be found at the top of the mod account. And if you don't find something you need, the FAQ is here, so drop us a line!

Welcome, and may the odds be ever in your favor!

Comments

Marco Bodt | Attack on Titan (Victor AU)

[onlyleft]

It feels like it's been ages since he's been in the Capitol. It has been a few years, but not as many as it seems like it's been. He's not sure if he glad to be back - it's not his neighbors that are being sent off to die anymore, but these people didn't ask for this. They don't deserve to be a part of this.

He sighs, keeping to the edges of the banquet hall. He doesn't bother to hide the way he stares at some of the more inhuman looking tributes, and a few he even approaches for conversation. All in all he's doing his best to blend into the background.

But the way he keeps rubbing at his right eye might be a bit weird.

And then the way it pops out when he rubs it too hard is definitely weird.

"Ah, shoot..."

[hardertheyfall]

Reiner hasn't been mingling much, there's a lot of strange people here and he doesn't quite have his bearings yet. Everywhere he looks there's something weird or out of place or just plain unbelievable. When he spots Marco he's on the other side of the room. It supports the theory that he might have died, since the last time he heard Marco he wasn't half the man he once was.

It's more than a little disconcerting to see him missing an eye once he gets closer. But it's also weirdly reassuring that he wasn't wrong about something being horribly wrong.

"Marco?"

[onlyleft]

The voice isn't familiar to him at all, but he's gotten used to being approached by strangers now. He shifts, turning towards the blond, prosthetic still in his hand. (He's gotten used to a lot of things since his game, but the fake eye has just never been something he could adjust to.)

He looks vaguely familiar, and Marco thinks he's seen him around the tribute tower. He's one of those other world tributes, isn't he.

"Yes? Do you...need anything?" Because why else would he be approached by him?

[hardertheyfall]

Reiner is surprised not to be recognized, more so than for the missing eye thing. He's not sure what to think, though. At least Marco isn't lunging at him and angry. So it's probably better that he not be remembered than, well, other things.

"Your eye. Do you need help with that?"

What else can he say about this? It's absolutely surreal.

[relatability]

It isn't, he thinks the moment he realizes why the face looked so familiar, the exact same moment that he spotted the face at all from the the other side of a group of partygoers, from between the bright flashes of color of their feathered dresses. Nobody complains when the glass slips from Jean's slackened grip in his surprise, but if anybody actually did, he probably didn't hear it. He forgets to breathe, a chill like ice cold water pouring through his body at the name that comes to mind when he sees that face: Marco.

It isn't. It cannot be. Marco Bodt is dead.

But... can it be?

He's moving before he really thinks about it, one shaky step after another, weaving through people, accidentally bumping into a woman who gives a surprised "oh!" before the party swallows her up again, the collision forgotten by her and unnoticed by him. He moves until he's right behind the stranger and he reaches out his hand to grab the man's arm.

"Marco?"