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thecircus2014-09-23 11:43 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecircus2014-09-23 11:43 pm
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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 Arena 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 otherwise it's gone.
The Arena.
The Tributes are put into the tube by their Stylists and emerge into blistering dry heat and blinding sun. They stand atop a red rock peak, in a circle, with the Cornucopia in the center. They're dressed in cargo shorts and tank tops, men and women, and hiking boots. The sun beats down mercilessly, and there's a fifty-foot drop around them from this natural pedestal.
The Cornucopia's bounty includes rock climbing harnesses, water bottles, ropes, climbing grips for shoes, globes, sunscreen, and cans of food and water. Naturally, weapons are also available - crossbows, bear traps, "walking sticks", hunting knives.
The wildlife waits for them below: gila monsters with poisonous mouths, violent javelinas, shrikes bred to go for the eyes, rattlesnakes with hallucinogenic venom.
5...
4...
Ropes and carabiners hang from the sides of the peak, for those who don't die in the bloodbath or fall to their dooms.
3...
2...
1...
With the sound of the gong, the Arena has begun.
-/-
The Party.
Back in the Capitol, the Cornucopia is being celebrated with a lavish party inside a hologram room. The walls of the party shift around to various exotic locales, but the theme of the evening seems to be Heat. Saunas and tanning beds are available, and Capitolites, their makeup practically dripping off from the temperature, are in hot tubs or stripped down in fluffy robes. Avoxes, tongueless and sweaty, bring ice cold drinks to everyone.
Anyone 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 Arena 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 otherwise it's gone.
The Arena.
The Tributes are put into the tube by their Stylists and emerge into blistering dry heat and blinding sun. They stand atop a red rock peak, in a circle, with the Cornucopia in the center. They're dressed in cargo shorts and tank tops, men and women, and hiking boots. The sun beats down mercilessly, and there's a fifty-foot drop around them from this natural pedestal.
The Cornucopia's bounty includes rock climbing harnesses, water bottles, ropes, climbing grips for shoes, globes, sunscreen, and cans of food and water. Naturally, weapons are also available - crossbows, bear traps, "walking sticks", hunting knives.
The wildlife waits for them below: gila monsters with poisonous mouths, violent javelinas, shrikes bred to go for the eyes, rattlesnakes with hallucinogenic venom.
5...
4...
Ropes and carabiners hang from the sides of the peak, for those who don't die in the bloodbath or fall to their dooms.
3...
2...
1...
With the sound of the gong, the Arena has begun.
-/-
The Party.
Back in the Capitol, the Cornucopia is being celebrated with a lavish party inside a hologram room. The walls of the party shift around to various exotic locales, but the theme of the evening seems to be Heat. Saunas and tanning beds are available, and Capitolites, their makeup practically dripping off from the temperature, are in hot tubs or stripped down in fluffy robes. Avoxes, tongueless and sweaty, bring ice cold drinks to everyone.
Anyone who's anyone is invited.
Mister Scratch | Alan Wake | Tribute
Blistering hot sunlight.
His favorite.
NOT.
Mister Scratch stood squinting in the circle, sweat already beading on his forehead as he tried to shield his eyes with one hand. Here he was, at the very least, less sensitive to the light...but it still gave him a headache, still made him instinctually recoil.
Oh, well. Wouldn't kill him. And there was stuff to be had! As soon as the gong went off, he was sprinting for a hunting knife and some climbing gear...and then, as soon as the knife was in hand, he fairly started prancing towards the edge of the cliff. Daring people to approach him.
Hell, he was practically twerking as he got set up to climb down from the rock face.
no subject
By the time he comes across Mister Scratch, he's got a hunting knife of his own in a makeshift holster that looks to be mostly one of the belt loops of the shorts plus a little extra to make sure that it isn't about to fall out in a hurry and hopefully also makes it harder to steal.
That said, it's the dancing that gets him to cross the rest of distance between him at Mister Scratch. Not because it's of any interest to him, but because it stands out.
"That isn't going to help."
late tag!
Weeell, he wasn't going back to jail, but he's pretty sure this doesn't quite count as better.
The gong goes off and Art stands by perfectly still, looking from left to right at the off-worlders rushing forward. What had Micaeus taught him? Aaaww, right. right.
He sets off, not touching any other tribute but weaving and dancing on through them like water around stone. He breathes deep and slow as he winds his way to the cornucopia. This, that, things he can't do without, then winding back out untouched.
And now for his own brand of survival. No one bonded like tributes in the arena did-- when they weren't killing each other that is. Tibutes had a special binding unity and he just had to play that.
"Hi! I'm Art! You got everything you need there? Need any help?" He offers, crossing fingers behind his back.