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

[orestes]

They take us from our worlds. [He paused, knowing the terminology would be difficult to explain.] That is to say, our realities. You will have questions about that as well, I am sure, but I beg you wait until I have explained the rest of it. They take us from our realities through means of some transporter device. I do not know how it works. There is a lot here that I do not understand in itself. The last thing I remember of Paris was also the barricade. It seems that all of us remember bits and pieces of that day, but we each have slightly different memories, as if they plucked us moments or even hours apart form each other. Joly remembers a cat, I remember speaking to you and to Courfeyrac, Courfeyrac remembers his death, or so he says and who am I to contradict that? Marius-- I have not asked Marius what he would remember. I am not entirely certain that I care.

This is not an after-life, it is simply another reality. We are in a future, but perhaps not our true future. I would like to believe that this is not our true future. Forgive me, my friend, I do not understand enough of it myself to explain it to you. [That's all easy enough to rattle off and it tumbles out of him as if he's said it all a dozen times before or at least considered doing so. It's too organic to have been actually practiced, but there are certain stock questions most people have upon arriving and Enjolras has had to answer them all too many times.]

The reason it is terrible-- Well, I could say that it is terrible because we were stolen from our own lives and brought here, but in truth it is far more complicated than that. You should ask any questions you have on those first things before I try to explain the rest of it. Thankfully, I understand more of what is to come and will not have to bracket too many topics for fear of misinformation.

[philosophe]

I -- remember much the same as Courfeyrac, or I remember hearing him laugh...[He breaks off for a moment, and frowns.] I do not wish to recall it. I do not...[There's a quiet sigh.] This is all so very strange.

They take us -- I assume you will tell me why in time, but to even consider that sort of thing is -- it sounds like the ravings of a lunatic. I do not think I have any questions, other than how we might be taken from different times; and what do you recall?

holy tl;dr batman. I'm sorry.

[orestes]

[That's entirely fair. A year ago, it all would have sounded like the ravings of a lunatic to Enjolras, too. It still kind of does in the abstract. He sighs heavily, too. It's not the same sort of tired sigh as Combeferre's but rather one which is long-suffering.]

I remember the spy, the man I shot. I remember Prouvaire's shout before he was killed. I remember Courfeyrac laughing with Bossuet, and I remember that we were the only barricade left. I know that we must have died, but I cannot say how it happened. I do not remember any of that.

[But it's been a year and it's hard to see how much of his scattered memories are due to the nature of rebellion just being kind of chaotic, and how much of it has to do with the fact that he's died multiple times now and been subjected to any number of existential horrors. For all he truly knows, he's forgotten his own death. He wouldn't be the first or last person to block something unpleasant out like that.

But, Enjolras suspects, the simpler explanation is likely the right one. Panem stole him away before he could know how his life was supposed to end. It's an odd feeling to mourn the loss of your death.]

Then, on to Panem. [He paused, glancing around them warily to see who was seated nearby. It would frame the tone of this discussion, at least on his end. He refused to outright lie on behalf of these people, but sometimes it was in everyone's best interests to soften his opinions on the Capitol and its inhabitants. Fortunately, there seems to be no one but Tributes within earshot, and fewer still who might understand French.]

The nation covers most of what we would know as the United States. It is divided into twelve Districts, all of which pay Tribute to this city, the Capitol. The Districts provide food, raw materials, and good for the Capitol to consume. Seventy-five years ago the Districts rebelled against this system for reasons perhaps obvious. The Capitol quashed it, and since thing two children have been taken annually from each of the Districts. The twenty-four were placed into an Arena together and forced to fight until there was one winner. This was seen as a way to punish the Districts for their hubris. Last year, the Capitol scientists discovered a way to abduct people from other worlds. That is why we are now here.

[Here, he pauses, moving to pour himself a drink. It's less because he's thirsty and more for the need to do something to distract himself. It's better that he's the one to break the news to Combeferre, but it's still not an entirely comfortable or at all cheerful thing to do.]

You will have questions, I'm sure.

[philosophe]

We were overwhelmed at dawn, that is all I recall. [He knows, too, that Enjolras likely died -- they all intended to, and he recalls his own death, but thankfully not Enjolras'.]

I...[There's a curious look on his face, torn between horror and anger. He's not sure whether to be outraged or shocked or angry, in all honesty, and he puts a hand on Enjolras' shoulder to steady himself for a moment.]

I certainly hope there are -- this cannot be allowed to go on.

[orestes]

[Were it not for his hyper awareness of his friend's presence, Enjolras might not have noticed the way in which he pulls back, leaning slightly against the familiar pressure of Combeferre's hand on his shoulder. This is real, he could catch himself thinking. It was comforting, no matter how he felt out being the one to break the news to his friend.]

There-- No one seems to think that there is much to be done for it, I am afraid. The people here have next to no contact with the Districts and no reason to question their existence. The people in the Districts are too afraid for what meager lives they have to think themselves capable of acting against the Capitol. And far too many of the people brought to this place are accepting of a barbaric system if it allows them to live easily for a good portion of the year.