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thecircus2014-06-10 12:39 am
etcircenses) wrote in thecircus2014-06-10 12:39 am
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Test Drive Meme
Welcome to Panem. You have been selected to participate in the 75th Annual Hunger Games!
Premise: This Arena is designed to be a small mock arena not all that dissimilar to the in-game arenas we run here at The Games. The party is similar to some of the gathering logs we have inside the Capitol when an Arena begins. Our hope is to give new and prospective players a place to get their feet wet, and get a feel for the fun (and bloody) mess that goes on around here.
This meme is open to anyone and everyone who would like to play. Current cast members, veteran and new, as well as anyone just wanting top drop in and have some fun!
How To Play.
Current cast members - you may tag into this arena in any way you choose, even cast members who aren't or are no longer tributes.
***An important side note, as it is within the confines of the Area in-game, all powers are lessened/nullified to bring any character down to a vincible level. (I.E. Make more magical/super-powered characters easier to actually kill for a normal person). Rule of thumb: If it's a physical difference, the Capitol will not mutilate it out (wings, etc), but other wise it's gone.
The Arena.
Tributes are raised in a circle around the Cornucopia; they are all dressed in safari outfits, including the little hats, and slathered in bug spray and sunscreen. They look amongst each other at the start of the Cornucopia. At the center of the circle is a fountain where a dancing hippo spits water into a circular pool around it. There's an engraving in embossed letters around the one-foot rim of the pool: PANEM NATIONAL ZOO.
Floating in the water of the brass fountain are supplies that the Tributes should find useful: medical kits, sleeping bags, and most importantly, weapons. Ropes, bo staffs, nunchuks, daggers and spears are all in ready supply a mere hundred yard sprint from the Tributes.
There are four paths away from the Cornucopia - into a swampy pit to the south, which, unbeknownt to Tributes, hosts alligators and crocodiles who've missed their scheduled feeding. To the west, into a dark building where boxes cut into the walls reveal that there were once tanks for creepy crawlies, but the glass has been removed. Through a gift-shop to the north, stuffed with plush animals (many of which are filled with razor blades, or other sweet little surprises). Or down an asphalt pathway to the east, winding through tall cages that may provide shelter from the other Tributes - but not necessarily the enclosure's inhabitants.
The countdown blares out in the humid air.
3...2...1...
Let the Games begin.
-/-
The Party.
Back in the Capitol, the Cornucopia is being celebrated with a lavish party. Animal couture is all the rage, and Capitol celebrities have dressed for the occasion by having their teeth elongated and their irises surgically altered to give the appearance of slit pupils. The wine is flowing freely, and the centerpiece of this particular viewing party is what appears to be a pig the size of a hippopotamus being roasted on a spit.
Screens throughout the large ballroom in which this takes place are showing the gruesome footage of the first bloodbath of what promises to be a delightfully ugly Arena. Tongueless Avoxes carry platters with little quail eggs in cups, silently offering them to all the guests. Caesar Flickerman, trademark blue hair now replaced by what appear to be feathers growing directly from his scalp, announces every gorey detail between oohing and ahhing over the dinner. Tributes die; Citizens feast.
Everyone who's anyone is invited.
Premise: This Arena is designed to be a small mock arena not all that dissimilar to the in-game arenas we run here at The Games. The party is similar to some of the gathering logs we have inside the Capitol when an Arena begins. Our hope is to give new and prospective players a place to get their feet wet, and get a feel for the fun (and bloody) mess that goes on around here.
This meme is open to anyone and everyone who would like to play. Current cast members, veteran and new, as well as anyone just wanting top drop in and have some fun!
How To Play.
Current cast members - you may tag into this arena in any way you choose, even cast members who aren't or are no longer tributes.
***An important side note, as it is within the confines of the Area in-game, all powers are lessened/nullified to bring any character down to a vincible level. (I.E. Make more magical/super-powered characters easier to actually kill for a normal person). Rule of thumb: If it's a physical difference, the Capitol will not mutilate it out (wings, etc), but other wise it's gone.
The Arena.
Tributes are raised in a circle around the Cornucopia; they are all dressed in safari outfits, including the little hats, and slathered in bug spray and sunscreen. They look amongst each other at the start of the Cornucopia. At the center of the circle is a fountain where a dancing hippo spits water into a circular pool around it. There's an engraving in embossed letters around the one-foot rim of the pool: PANEM NATIONAL ZOO.
Floating in the water of the brass fountain are supplies that the Tributes should find useful: medical kits, sleeping bags, and most importantly, weapons. Ropes, bo staffs, nunchuks, daggers and spears are all in ready supply a mere hundred yard sprint from the Tributes.
There are four paths away from the Cornucopia - into a swampy pit to the south, which, unbeknownt to Tributes, hosts alligators and crocodiles who've missed their scheduled feeding. To the west, into a dark building where boxes cut into the walls reveal that there were once tanks for creepy crawlies, but the glass has been removed. Through a gift-shop to the north, stuffed with plush animals (many of which are filled with razor blades, or other sweet little surprises). Or down an asphalt pathway to the east, winding through tall cages that may provide shelter from the other Tributes - but not necessarily the enclosure's inhabitants.
The countdown blares out in the humid air.
3...2...1...
Let the Games begin.
-/-
The Party.
Back in the Capitol, the Cornucopia is being celebrated with a lavish party. Animal couture is all the rage, and Capitol celebrities have dressed for the occasion by having their teeth elongated and their irises surgically altered to give the appearance of slit pupils. The wine is flowing freely, and the centerpiece of this particular viewing party is what appears to be a pig the size of a hippopotamus being roasted on a spit.
Screens throughout the large ballroom in which this takes place are showing the gruesome footage of the first bloodbath of what promises to be a delightfully ugly Arena. Tongueless Avoxes carry platters with little quail eggs in cups, silently offering them to all the guests. Caesar Flickerman, trademark blue hair now replaced by what appear to be feathers growing directly from his scalp, announces every gorey detail between oohing and ahhing over the dinner. Tributes die; Citizens feast.
Everyone who's anyone is invited.
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And Alex can whip out that stony face as much as he wants: he's not fooling Dennett. "We? What we? Alex, you have to find her. She could get..." well, the end of that sentence was pretty obvious, wasn't it?
"I can't 'hole up' here!" He pointed to the sign, with the venomous snake name. "These creatures are loose." And possibly slithering up to Dennett 'Easy Prey' Norton. He looked around the ground, anxiously. Can snakes climb bare legs? Probably.
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It's dangerous to assume this is like Detroit where, contrary to popular belief, you can walk around without getting murdered by Joe Average off the street. The Arena is another thing entirely and he's more than aware of that. Every minute he wastes making sure Norton is set is plenty of time that another Tribute could find his wife and kill her. Alex is using every patience trick in the book he learned from Jack. This isn't the doctor's fault. He's not a cop, he's not a soldier or private security: he's just a guy used to lab coats. Granted, he's a really, really scarily smart guy, but Alex doubts he's ever even been mugged.
"I can do a sweep, check for anything. Maybe you can wait it out in the bathroom until I get back," Alex shrugs, the motion looking weird with the graphene chassis. There's something too rigid and yet boneless about it. "I've been getting errors on my visor modes. Don't suppose you can fix that?"
Alex figures it's shooting in the dark because there's no lab or assistants here. Maybe Norton can McGuyver something up?
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"Without regular synching with the base system, I wouldn't be surprised there are some, well, minor errors," he said. "I could check it out, but I'd need, well, some equipment." And about 100% less fear of imminent death.
Stop, Dennett, stop. Trying to calculate about how fast that would be was not helpful, though it was preferable than the dozen or so terrifying scenarios about public restrooms, much less public restrooms plus poisonous snakes. He blinked, pulling himself back to the unfortunately present moment. "Yes. Of course. I can find...somewhere." Can snakes climb trees?
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"Crap," Alex mutters. He puts that aside, focusing on his handler. "Okay. I'll be back in two seconds, just...just keep an eye out?"
He's a little worried that Norton might get himself killed in the meantime by being too trusting.
Alex pivots away and moves to check out the bathroom, making his rounds. So far he's not picking up any signs of snakes or lizards. Just a humidity that's making him sweat in the chassis and wish Norton had put some damn A/C in here. He comes back after a few minutes.
"Looks safe for now. Unless it's Clara or me or anyone else you trust, I wouldn't open that door."
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And the thought of hiding in a public restroom in a snakey area does not sit well, but then again, he's fresh out of other ideas. Or any, really, so he clutches the knife he snatched a little closer, edging past Alex into the tiled room, and tries not to worry about whether or not snakes can swim up plumbing. "O-okay. I'll be fine, Alex. Really." In a very loose definition of fine that might involve some unmanly screaming.
Wrap the thread here or did you want to timeskip and continue?
He hates to say it, but he's not sure how long Norton will last in the Arena: he gets there could be computers but he doubts it'll be the caliber he's used, so unless he can break a tower open and jury-rig parts from that, Alex isn't holding his breath on that front. He tries to give Norton a reassuring grin, knows it's downright watery because he can fake being some dealer's muscle but he can't fake this.
Alex reaches into the bag he's brought with him, rooting around the small tins of food (not much) and the water (even less). He comes up with a coil of rope, so thin it's almost more like steel cable.
"Here. Maybe you can lock the door with this." Or he could kill a man by strangling him. Alex takes on look at Norton and he doesn't know if he has it in him.