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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.
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Besides, all she has to her name are the clothes on her back, one knife, and a bit of snake jerky. It doesn't exactly make her a promising target.
"Bass? Well, it's not like I have any instruments out here or anythin',"
Beth puts her own knife away, and she looks a little more closely at him. But it's dark, and she can only see him by the barest flicker of a fire intentionally kept low so it wouldn't be spotted from far away. From this distance, the orange could be a backpack or something.
"...Did you come here just to tell me about that?"
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The boy moves from where he's crouched on the ground to sitting on a nearby rock -- perching, in how he sits indian-style on the very edge, is probably a more appropriate term for it, really -- and shrugs, nonchalant.
"But the heinous lack of an ill beat trumps that. Makes my blood run cold. It's pretty much a biological imperative that we take a moment to drop it like it's hot."
He brings his hands up to his mouth to drop a quick beat, then stops in order to wait for her to start singing so he can pick it back up again.
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Well. Okay. Maybe she knows something that's a little bit faster. And maybe it'll help take her mind off the fact that they're in the arena. Just for a couple of minutes. Which makes it worth it.
So Beth goes back to an old classic:
And to be honest, she's curious to see what he can do without any instruments.