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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] 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.
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[personal profile] boobhat 2014-06-12 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, mine actually did name me something accurate," Hiccup acknowledged begrudgingly. "Hiccup is the same word we use for, ah, runts on our island. Apparently, I was pretty small when I was born. Still am, really, compared to other Vikings."

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.
Edited 2014-06-12 21:09 (UTC)
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[personal profile] grimbiker 2014-06-12 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Sirius looked Hiccup up and down.

"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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[personal profile] hiccup1puberty0 2014-06-14 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I'm tall sure, but most of the people of my Tribe are walking boulders because of all the muscle. My dad, for instance?"

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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[personal profile] grimbiker 2014-06-14 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Remind me not to make you an enemy. If you fill out in a few more years I won't stand a chance." Of course, in the arena, he wouldn't stand a chance against him either. Sirius had been in a few brawls in his time but he wasn't so good at that. Magic was his weapon and without that...

Not that it really mattered.

"Then I'll end up salted, eh?" Sirius smiled.