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

[philosophe]

[He did not, either; the last he had heard of Courfeyrac was his laughter -- but this is a strange place, with hundreds of strange people, so he thought it was best to be decorous.]

Why, then someone ought to have informed Dante he was incorrect. What is so very hellish about this place, then? I see no devils.

[libertin]

That is because the devils are us. You shall see why, soon enough.

[He steps back, staring at Combeferre again, as if he's checking his vision again. Yes, it really is him. And yes, he's going to have to explain the whole death-arenas-murdering-people-evil-government situation to him. It isn't going to be easy.]

Come. Let me enjoy our reunion a moment longer before I ruin it with the hideous tales of our plight. I've not see you in ages. I've not seen you since...

[Since just before he'd been shot and the world went black and empty.]

[philosophe]

[He gives Courfeyrac a tired smile in answer, absently adjusting his glasses.]

I -- can venture a guess as to when that was; it was much the same for me. This place is...[He shakes his head.] I do not know what to make of it, it is so very different from Paris.

[libertin]

It is nothing like Paris and everything like a nightmare.

[Panem is, as a general rule, difficult to accurately describe. It troubles and baffles Courfeyrac profoundly, which is likely compounding how weird this must be for Combefere. A troubled Courfeyrac is never a good sign.]

We are captives in this other world and there is no longer a Paris for us to return to.

[philosophe]

[It is not, and it gives him some reason for concern. --Other than the lingering confusion and concern of suddenly being transported into a new place.]

Captives? Of whom, and is there resistance? [He chances a look around, but no one seems to be paying too much attention, presumably they don't speak French.]

[libertin]

This area is called the Capitol and it is controlled by a man named Snow. A president, more like a dictator, however.

[Some of the passersby may try to speak French, but it will sound like a jumble of syllables and not make any sense. So, yes, they are likely safe in that aspect.]

As for a resistance... you had better ask Enjolras about all of that. He has had to operate separately from me, for reasons you shall soon come to know.

[philosophe]

I intend to; I am glad to know he is here. Why are we captives? [He glances around the room, frowning.] Surely -- is everyone here one, as well?

[libertin]

We have been brought here to fight to the death as gladiators. That is the most apt comparison I can conjure, at least. There are almost 100 of us who are put into an Arena every six weeks to kill each other and be killed.

[His gaze follows Combeferre's scowl mirroring the other man's.]

Most everyone you will meet here is either a Tribute or is connected to the so-called Games in some manner.

[philosophe]

But -- [It's no use trying to protest this, at the moment, he knows full well the depths a man might go to for power.]

That is -- monstrous. [He falls silent for a second, then sighs.]

Please say there is a resistance, I cannot imagine why one might not fight against such tyranny.

[libertin]

It is beyond monstrous. There aren't adequate words for it in any language that I know of.

[He's tried to be articulate about it too, and he really can't. There really aren't words to describe the horror.]

There is, but it is unwise to discuss any of it in public. Not even in French. They authorities are learning the language so as to catch us in the act of conspiring.