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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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When feels lucid enough to form words, he tries to explain the shit that can kill outside the train to someone who's never seen it. Guess they would see how well Curtis does.
"Got bit," he says, eyes closed to the harsh sting of the setting sun. "By a snake--It's..." He pulls his arm away from Grey to press both hands together and make his arms wriggle in a clumsy attempt at mimicry. "Long and... Makes noise, like... like a rattle. You hear it, stop moving. Just stop." Not that he took his own advice obviously. "Venomous too." Something as alien as any other species of animal besides humans is a hard thing to describe properly. No doubt, though, they would run into another one before this ends.
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Now they’re real, they’re here, and they’re venomous, apparently. Grey is focused on the wound. He knows little about snakes, but plenty about infection. He knows the danger of that, how easy it is to lose an arm or worse, if it gets bad. He needs something to clean it, something to wrap it…
That won’t get the poison out.
He pushes his panic down. He has only just found Curtis, and he will absolutely not leave him again. His hands are on him, helping him to sit, keeping him stable, checking his temperature. Then he pulls open the pack he’d grabbed, empties its contents onto the ground and finds the bottle – the little bottle his mentor had told him to get, because it goes in water and makes it safe to drink. The bottle’s label says that it’s called iodine. Grey holds it up in Curtis’ eye line, and points hopefully at the wound. Will this help? Will this make it safe? How do people treat snake bites? He doesn’t know, has never had to know, but if Curtis can tell him then he’ll do it. His empty hand touches nervously at Curtis’ shoulder.
He’s got to find a way to make him better.
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His head slowly rolls to the side to meet Grey and his pantomime show. He's holding a small bottle as if that's supposed to clue him in on what it is. Feeling feverish and his sight swimming with the drug, Curtis can barely make it out, which frustrates him more than it should. It's not Grey's fault, but if he could he would grab the thing himself to get a better look.
Iodine.
"No clue," he finally says. The only thing he knows about iodine is that they would use it in science class when he was in high school to stain slides. He's not sure how staining his cells are going to help, but... "Maybe." There. That sounds hopeful. Isn't it used to help make safer foods? Or at least helped with some kind of cancer right? Iodine is good for some aspect of your life. Whatever, at this point he is too existential and high to care how bad an idea it is.
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Well, maybe is better than nothing, and Grey otherwise doesn't know. He moves up close to Curtis and pulls the injured arm close to him, before opening the bottle and letting a couple of drops fall onto the bite.
It's still bleeding, and Grey casts a worried look up at Curtis. He puts a hand on his neck and then on his face, hoping his temperature has gone down, but it hasn't, and he doesn't know what to.
Which means he needs to find someone who does. And that means getting Curtis off this mountain. He goes back, collects everything he'd shaken out of his back and puts it away again. The bag goes on his back, and then he's moving to get his arm around Curtis and lift him to his feet. Grey's done this a hundred times before with Gilliam, and though Curtis is stronger and bulkier, Grey doesn't mind. He pats Curtis' chest gently, trying to reassure him, but he nods down ahead of them. they need to get out of here and find a safe place, and find someone who'll know how to help Curtis. that's the plan.