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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.
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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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"Hex? As in magic? Actual, real magic?"
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He sounded genuinely impressed and delighted that it existed somewhere. Despite the horrible situation they were in, one thing that was constantly surprising and delighting him was the things he was discovering about other worlds.
Back home, he'd been consumed with wanderlust, as he and Toothless mapped as much as they could and made their world just a little bit bigger as they did. The desire to see everything that was out there hadn't changed, despite being trapped in this place. That was possibly something that would never really change.
He edged forward a bit, interested, his one hand absently dropping a canape back to the plate.
"When you have your magic, what kind of things can you do?"
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"I could turn you into a champagne glass. Or turn that plate into one." He pointed at it. "I could hex you to sing my school song nonstop or make your face erupt into boils. I could also put you back together and heal any of your cuts." Sirius shrugged. "And a broken bone or two. Nothing too severe though. I'm not that good with healing spells."
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He paused as he thought back to what serious had sad about the song.
"Also, what's a 'school'? Like a school of fish?"
That was the closest translation that the translation whatever was supplying to him, the Norse word used to describe groups of fish.
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"A school is where kids, or just young people in general usually, gather to learn about a lot of different things. The one I went to, Hogwarts, was a castle and I lived there for seven years except for the summer. I started when I was 11 and went until you're 18. That's where I learned how to use magic, which I can use to defend myself or attack, make potions to heal, change the size of objects, including food, and--" Sirius puffed out his cheeks briefly as he thought. "A lot. Some people say you can predict the future but seers are rare and I never tried to learn that. Oh, but you can learn about the stars. I liked that subject."
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And other than knowledge about certain trades, and some very basic things about nature and animals, that was about as far as they went.
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Just what he wanted to think about right now. His parents.
He drained his glass.
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"'Muggle.' What - what kind of word - that is the most ridiculous word. What do you call yourselves? They call magical wise women and wise men seiðr, in the stories where I'm from - not that magic is real there. Which is an actual respectable name." He laughed. "Muggle. That sounds like a breed of dog."
He seemed amused rather than offended, though.
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"You're right but wizards and witches-- that's what we call ourselves-- they didn't care much for Muggles for a long time. A lot of them still don't but that's also complicated and not for polite conversation. Let's just say there's a reason I know a lot of hexes and leave it at that.
"Wizards have a lot of what you'd consider weird names. We call people with wizard parents who weren't born with magical abilities squibs."
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"I guess I can't really talk. Vikings name everyone and everything with ridiculous names, but at least they do it equally. Just like every tribe, island, and town has a ridiculous name, so do most of the people."
He said it almost proudly, as if the Viking ability to stubbornly call everything something ridiculous was positive trait.
"Although mine is prooobably one of the most ridiculous ones in my village. Except for Bob, whose name is, hands down, the strangest. Who names their kid bob? Just Bob?"
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"Bob's a common enough name where I'm from but not a particularly creative one. Although usually it's short for Robert." Sirius smiled. "Mine is odd too. I'll tell you mine if you'll tell me yours."
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Then he puffed himself up and said, somewhat dramatically, "Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third."
He held up a finger, as if Sirius wasn't allowed to comment yet.
"And the second layer to this is I'm the third. Two other people in my family ancestry have been actually been given that name. After the first one, two whole other sets of parents actually thought that was a good idea, my own included."
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"Hiccup Horrendous? And I thought my name was bad. That is some bad luck there, mate. Well Hiccup, I'm also a third. Sirius Black. I'm named after a star, not the word. I don't know if that translates for you but it's said the same way as the word 'serious' in my language. That's one word entirely off the table for me to say unless I want to invite jokes. I've gotten used to them."
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Hiccup laughed now at Sirius' name.
"So, between the two of us we have a mood and a bodily function. Well, now all we need is someone named after a body part in this conversation and we'll be all set. How about 'foot'?" He looked around as if he was going to go ask people if their names were ridiculous. "Let's find someone named Foot."
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He was six feet tall now, so that said something about the size of most of his people. The fact that it was mostly in the legs and he hadn't developed hulking muscle mass still set him apart from the others, though neither he nor they cared about that anymore.
"It was a bigger deal when I was growing up than it is now, though," he said, scratching his chin.
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"Small?" He repeated in shock. Sirius wasn't short by any means and was on the tall side himself but Hiccup? "Do your people have giant blood in them?"
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He held up a hand to show that Stoick was about a whole foot taller than him, topping out at close to seven feet tall.
"He's a whole head taller than me and probably four times as broad across the shoulders." He lowered his hand. "I've seen him throw an entire wooden cart fifty feet in the air and hit a dragon with it. Now me, I was born so early my parents weren't sure I would make it, so I was small from the start. My dad says he used to be able to hold me in just one hand when I was a newborn. To be fair, he has very large hands, but I was a hiccup and my parents basically had the worst sense of humor imaginable so they made it my name."
He held out his hands in a silent 'ta-daaa.'
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Not that it really mattered.
"Then I'll end up salted, eh?" Sirius smiled.