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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.
Aigis | Persona 3 |Tribute or Past Victor
Supposedly, it's sweltering hot in this arena. Aigis notes with a well-programmed eye that the tributes nearest her are already starting to sweat, and she can see the heat haze her distance vision. All of these people will be dead, she thinks to herself as she looks around. She feels something in her wiring shudder, and her eyes settle on the cornucopia. Food and water she ignores, but all of that climbing equipment is mighty tempting.
The gong sounds and she hesitates half a beat. Instantaneous calculations tell her how many other tributes are running for the equipment and how likely she is to lose a limb if she gets close. An instant later she's running for it, her eyes set on a promising looking bag slightly away from the main section. She's fast, faster than you would expect, but any seasoned runner could catch her or cut her off if they tried. If anyone gets near enough for that, her spring-loaded knees will take her sailing over their heads.
The Party (Human Panem AU)
Aigis hadn't necessarily planned on coming. Socializing was not her strong suit, and nothing about the overdone and overdressed masses of the Capital made her feel like she belonged, but her stylist had insisted, and the tributes she had trained were about to risk and potentially lose their lives. Even through her empty, apathetic demeanor there's just enough loyalty there for her to be convinced to make an appearance.
No amount of loyalty would talk her into some over-wrought dress, though. She's practically famous by now as the under-dressed victor. Her usual style is presented today in a pressed black suit with satin at the lapels and cuffs and a shock of a red tie. Black and red was appropriate for the start of an Arena, she thought, as though that was an excuse for her usual uniform.
An Avox offers her an ice water and she takes it with barely a glance, though she doesn't drink from it. Currently her eyes are fixed on one of the screens displaying the Arena, and she's unconsciously mouthing along with the countdown.
no subject
Once the countdown ends he's off like a shot, woe betide anyone who tries to get in his way. Supplies and getting off this rock to somewhere cooler is his first priority. He won't actively attack anyone though unless they invite it.
He snatches up a bag after the reflection of sunlight off his arm to blind another tribute going for the same item and then turns to head for the edge of the mesa and start climbing down -- which is when he almost runs into Aigis.
no subject
That she's an android should be obvious at first blush, despite her human looking face, and she glances at his robot arm longer than she should.
"Do you think there's enough rope to split?"
no subject
Bucky considers it, remaining ready in case it is a trick meant to throw him off. He doesn't attack though, which is something, as he looks her over, eyes dark and calculating. The quicker he gets off the plateau the better, rope would be an asset.
"You want to share?"
no subject
She looks back to Bucky with a slow nod. "I want to survive and avoid fightning if I can. I will help you. Any food I find is yours." She gestures to her robotic body. She doesn't need to eat, but she will want that rope. Strike a deal early on, Make allies. That was the advice that stuck with her.
no subject
"Agreed. But you'll go down first." he decides then. That way she can't cut the rope on him. He has no way of telling how resilient her body is and how much strength the Capitol has left her.
Bucky wonders what it would take to kill her, such information is good to know in case of unexpected eventualities. Perhaps with time he could figure it out.
no subject
Then it's her turn to consider. It's a terrible way to have to think, and she hates doing it, but he wants her down first for a reason- to prevent her from cutting him off. Something cold touches her heart. It's not unreasonable to fear that he would do the same to her, but that kind of thinking isn't something she will allow herself.
"Acceptable. Thank you." It's a small gesture of politeness, and almost feels odd to use in this situation, but Aigis is stubborn with her manners and will not lose them here. In an even greater show of faith, she turns her back to him to move toward the edge, keeping her sight keen in her peripherals for other tributes.