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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] look_to_the 2014-06-18 09:12 am (UTC)(link)
Elphaba just rolled her eyes, taking one of the drinks. "I see my attempts to teach you subtlety have been utterly useless," she commented. There was no heat to it -- they'd been together for years, if she was going to change him, it would have happened a long time ago. "Not sure I'll be able to take you seriously with those eyes, to be honest." She sipped her drink. Oh good, alcohol, the good kind she couldn't really taste.
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[personal profile] thebrainless 2014-06-18 10:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I could be subtle if I wanted to be," he retorted. Which was true to a point, but that would mean he'd have to put effort into it. Not to mention that it would probably destroy his reputation and, especially at a party like this, his reputation was everything. He gave her a playful pout and turned his not as sad as he was trying to make them seem puppy dog eyes on her. "But I thought you liked this color."
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[personal profile] look_to_the 2014-06-23 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not in your eyes," she said. "It looks fake." It was rude to point out that someone's aesthetic alterations didn't look perfect and natural, no matter how absurd they were, but Elphaba didn't really care about politeness in general, much less with Fiyero. She was no buying the puppy eyes. "When can we leave?"
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[personal profile] thebrainless 2014-07-08 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I thought you think everything looks fake here," he said before taking a sip of his drink, effectively giving up on the puppy eyes. "Whenever you're done schmoozing on behalf of your tributes."
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[personal profile] look_to_the 2014-08-01 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Elphaba sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. She'd drawn short straw this year and would be mentoring the tributes when they came in -- it would be good if the potential sponsors liked her before that happened. "Everything does look fake here," she said, quieter, so that only Fiyero could hear. "Everything is fake here."