Test Drive Meme

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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

Just for this meme-- Gamzee Makara | Homestuck (Hemostuck AU)| Language Warn

[sonofabaybeast]

This place is a trip. One big ass glorious trip that goes on and on like the buffet table before him, by Messiahs, he has never seen so much food in his life and it all looks like Shangri-la platter-served, a motherfucker could up and get on crying, he could. The whole place is crawling with what seems to be like a whole lot of aliens and a whole lot of highbloods. Alien highbloods. That's some right harshwhimsical fairytale tv-show shit and he's never even seen TV before. They shoved him into a suit and fuck yeah he went hissing and fighting the whole unrighteous way, but they seemed to forgive and they actually got to deigning magnimonious and left him his paint; he can't decide if he feels relieved or not now with it on.

But the other bits? It sticks in his craw, it does. They want him to cull and yeah, sure, he's culled, he's culled lots. But these ain't zombies and he can't see none of these people getting to turn any time soon. The ones he can tell are his fellow tributes-to-be --and he can tell, a brother can always tell-- don't even look like to be getting their harsh on in times hashed in the now at all. Whole and true, most of them just look like they're needing to get a hug, and really, he could go for one too. What is a brother to do but follow his gumptions? What is he to do but get a listen on to his own heart?

So that's what he goes to do.

Re: Just for this meme-- Gamzee Makara | Homestuck (Hemostuck AU)| Language Warn

[sleeplessinalternia]

Karkat squints at the troll. He looks like Gamzee, only older, which could mean one of two things. He is Gamzee, only older, or he's... fuck, something like another Fraysong, maybe the one from Beforus. Karkat has no fucking clue.

He's not entirely sure what to say to a Gamzee here anyway--especially since there'd been that, well, thing between them where he'd thought kind of? sort of? maybe? that Gamzee had been pale for him... and that he'd sort of been a tiny bit pale for him back. But they'd never had anything official--unless there was something about the future that Terezi wasn't telling him about--and Karkat had another moirail and fuck, fuck, this was stupid. But there's nothing for it. He just ends up standing there, staring at Gamzee, and not really daring to make a move.

[sonofabaybeast]

He spots him across the room and he stops to stare back. His brother is small, his brother is all shine and pretty like shell turned up on shore. There ain't a cut or scar to him, the dark up under his eyes are all dark in the wrong spots, got his stresses turned different. He knows immediately this one ain't his. Only it must be. He must be, he couldn't be anything else, because he feels that motherfucking stir within, them miniature little super novas and bits of shattered shore, the feeling like he's got a star at the back of his throat and he knows it belongs to him.

And Karkat's here, where they all gotta make to kill each other.

Tell me what it sounded like, he hears his beloved whisper, the smell of all that sweetness and fake eye-stinging perfumes turns to the burn of rot and wet.

He doesn't wait another moment. He is a puppet and this boy, this pitiful, tiny, perpetually stuck in all the wrong of the fucking world boy, is the strings making like to hold him the fuck together. He moves his ass across that floor and wraps his arms around that little motherfucker.

"Starling," He says. "Brother, beloved, they done up and got shit stirred not okay, my brother, not o-motherfucking-kay this is like at to be. Tell me what all they got done on you, let a motherfucker be beholden unto what all got the fuck up and done."

[sleeplessinalternia]

And now Karkat is being hugged by a giant clown. He stiffens, because the troll that's holding him is way too close in size and shape to the Initiate for comfort. "Nothing they haven't done to anyone else," he says, exasperatedly. "I'm as fine as I'm going to be here."

Fucking shit, it is Gamzee. And, considering the hug, a future Gamzee that was his moirail. Thanks a lot, Terezi, for telling him shit. You're a real pal.

"You know I'm from your past, right?" he says muffledly into Gamzee's chest.

[sonofabaybeast]

He feels his beloved stiffen. He feels him turn all solid like the way he all tends to do. Used to. Used to do before he and he got to meeting.

"I know you ain't mine," He mutters. "I know you know you ain't being mine." He is full of shit. There will never be a universe in which he doesn't belong to this troll, in which he doesn't want to be what this troll calls home. He pulls back some but only to reach out, get a hold on Karkat's face. It's gentle, but firm-- he ain't going nowhere. "Look at you. You got your tripped out little nubs all being made perfect as the fuck they was before me. They got you dressed in darks and pretty rubies. Prying that jacket up of you be like prying teeth, both them pearly whites, and yet here the fuck you is. All smoothed out and tired wrong in the ways you ain't never been, like you ain't got nothing to lose when a motherfucker knows for FACT that that nothing's being everything up in this."

He ain't done pouring over that face-- never-- but he lets go. He hums soft, tunes wanting to come out but he keeps them in, just barely. He rocks on his feet once and says, "I can see you is who you is, that shit ain't near at to being the imperceptible business what all it be. But the fuck even still, up on them outers; they changed you. I ain't got nothing changed. I ain't got nothing. Nothing all the fuck in me but for wanting."