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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thecircus2014-11-29 06:35 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME



Welcome to Panem. You have been selected to participate in the 75th Annual Hunger Games!

Premise: Something has gone a bit wrong with the device, and it's pulling in more people than the Capitol had planned. Extras, doubles, or even the same exact version of someone already pulled into Panem, with or without their memories! It's a mess. But somebody has to clean it up. And what better way to do so than to have a televised death-match!?

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. 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.

This meme may not count for in-game CR because it will not be considered as having actually happened, plot-wise.

Guests - welcome to Panem. This is your first time here. Your first Hunger Games. Run for the Cornucopia. Hide in a corner and cry. We don't care. Go crazy. Have fun. Make new friends. Profit.

***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.

Below, you will find a description of the setting for this arena as well as a few details regarding weapons, supplies and hazards.

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Setting.

The building is old and musty, light filtering down through the dust particles that every movement sends into the air. It was obviously once a grand and beautiful place, a bustling hub, but this is far from true anymore.

The building consists of multiple levels. The main concourse is a huge, cavernous room, a hard place to hide in, but where all the cornucopia goodies can be found. Blue paint speckled with gold can still be seen clinging to what's left of the room, but any design has long since eroded away. Below that, a floor that ones held business and restaurants of all natures, and lower still levels of tracks, now long past the days of holding trains. Some of these tracks can be followed down a bit, if you want to make the jump down into them, but eventually all end short, either collapsed over the years or long since flooded out, ending in dark, murky water.


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You have been outfitted in a pair of heavy cotton denim jeans, solid boots, a light cotton t-shirt and a heavy cotton hoodie. The upper floor can catch a draft, especially as night comes, but below the temperature is moderate, even warm.

Many thins are falling apart here, but the bulk of the building, made of cement and marble, has stood against time well. However, window have long since broken out, and store fronts, benches and counters made of woods have not fared as well.

Al thought electricity stopped here long ago, the Capitol has rigged partial power into the arena. Sometimes. The flickering lights are dim, and unreliable, and seem to always come and go at the worst times. Expect to find yourself exploring a tunnel by flickering lights, to suddenly be plunged into the kind of darkness you can only find under ground. Just you, the rat, and the person following you alone in the cozy darkness.
 
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Supplies.

The Cornucopia is your first, most important resource. Around it are scattered the available resources:

Weapons:
-crowbar
-six-inch serrated hunting knife
-night stick

Equipment:
-day-glow orange backpacks containing the following items:
waterproof matches, high-tensile metal chord (12 feet) iodine
-small crate labeled "apples"
-chords of nylon rope
-metal quart-sized container presumably full of water
-flash lights


**IMPORTANT NOTE!!!!

Since this is a meme, we are going to allow each character the pick of ONE weapon and ONE equipment item, if you believe that your character would risk running for the cornucopia. Just remember. These are high demand items and we rather encourage you to fight over them ;) So long as you all remain civilized about it, of course. If things get out of hand, a mod will step in. Have fun with it, but be realistic too.


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Immediate Hazards.

-The rats. They are big, nasty, and hungry. And there are MANY of them, especially if you go into the tunnels.

-Debris. Broken glass, rusted metal, broken concrete, rotten wood. This place has been falling apart for years and you weren't given a tetanus shot before you came here.

-Cave ins. The tunnels have not been maintained. They are not as stable as they once were after years of flooding and damage with no one to patch them up.

-The Water. Easy to acquire but bad to drink. Maybe you should pray for a rainstorm...

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Wildlife.

**Columba livia. Common city pigeon. They are available in mass, flying in from the broken windows and holes in the roof. They are flighty, and messy, but not particularly smart.

**Loxosceles reclusa granda. Aggressive and unnervingly large brown spiders native to the area and love to lurk in dark corners. Their bites are incredibly poisonous and will begin to rot away the surrounding flesh if not treated promptly.

**Rattus norvegicus. The common rat. Edible if cooked. Known to be carriers of diseases. (Especially if they were put here to do just that...) These guys are EVERYWHERE and some of them get to sizes that might make you wonder if they are cross breeding with stay dogs. And if you explores the tunnels, beware the mythical rat king a massive bundles of rats whose tails have knotted together.

Foodstuffs.

Both the rats and pigeons are edible. In additions, some of the restaurants might have food tucked into the back, in various states of edible.

Dripping water can be found in many places. Drink at your own risk. Some is fine, some...not so much.

As always, we here at The Games would like to wish you a very happy Hunger Games!

May the odds be ever in your favor.
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[personal profile] cognitived 2014-12-01 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
It's both irritating just how easily these hallways pick up sounds and amplify them. Sure, it means he can hear everything rather easily, but so can anybody else who happens by. Clint's steps might be fairly quiet, but that's not enough when he's used to being near silent. At least it's better than whoever is following down the same pathway as he is, because it means he can track them by the cadence of their footsteps. But the echoing noise is messing with his senses, and Clint's not a bat, he can't use echolocation to pick his way through unerringly.

The lights flickering out serves to let his hearing sharpen, now that he knows he can't rely on his vision at all. But that's not really helpful, his vision is what he relies on most after all. He pauses, grip tight on his make shift weapon, slowly scanning from left to right. The footsteps are closer now, slow in the dark, and he can hear a faint grumble.

But that voice had seemed familiar, quiet as it was, and Clint turns on his heel. Again, he pauses, head cocked in case they make another sound. Beneath the sound of footsteps, the twinned breathing is loud, so he slows his breath. A slow sip of air, a slow exhale out - quiet, quiet, quiet. He hates being hunted, something always goes wrong.
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[personal profile] arrogantalloy 2014-12-01 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
As Tony shuffles along the corridor it doesn't escape him that the only sound left in the hallway was his own loud feet, either the other person had stopped to see if he'd attack them, or they were waiting to pounce on him. It causes his own footsteps to become a lot more hesitant. Death was not at all a good way to start an arena, not in Tony's opinion anyway.

His halting footsteps come to a complete stop as he stares into the darkness ahead of him.

"Okay, you are making this all very intimidating and all. But if you could just keep walking and we can just happily ignore each other until we can just ignore each other until one of us finds an exit."

Despite how hesitant his footsteps had become, his voice however was strong clear, and oh so very dismissive. A tone oh so familiar from any number of press releases or televised summons when he wasn't interested in being talked down at.
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[personal profile] cognitived 2014-12-02 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
The footsteps turn hesitant, slow and soft, like someone picking their path through difficult terrain. Clint can't help but think that's apt, really. In any case, he's staring down into the dark where Tony is, trying in vain to pick out shapes from the murky hallway. When the footsteps stop, Clint's fairly certain this isn't someone about to try and kill him five minutes into this so called game. But that isn't really reassuring.

So he stays silent and statue-like, listening intently to every squeak and scuttle of rodent paws and the absence of footsteps. His silence is rewarded as he'd assumed it would be, and the silence disperses under the heavy weight of those dismissive words.

But that's -- there's no way. Clint freezes, blinking in the dark, but the more Tony rambles on, the more sure he is. His voice hitches, incredulous all the way, even as he turns and takes a couple steps towards where he can hear Tony's hesitant footsteps.

"Stark?"
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[personal profile] arrogantalloy 2014-12-02 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
Tony has heard his name said so incredulously so many times, both back home and here, that the tone doesn't even register in his mind. The voice does seem familiar enough however, though with only hearing his name to go on he can't be too sure.

"Why is it that so many people sound so surprised that I'm here?"

He shifts his weight which has his feet scuffing the ground and crosses his arms in the darkness, sure, no one can see it but there's a principle to be had here.
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[personal profile] cognitived 2014-12-05 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't believe it, at first. In fact, Clint doesn't want to believe it at all. He wavers where he stands, booted feet quiet as a cat even as he resettles his weight and the heft of the crowbar in his hand. But the longer Tony speaks, the cadence of his voice despite the scuttle of rats, the more Clint realizes he has to know.

He rolls his shoulders, crowbar lowering, even if he can bring it to fore within seconds should he need it. There's a snort, more wry humor than anything.

"What, you'd want everyone to know you're here?" Dry as a desert, Clint's long since relied on his humor in difficult situations.
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[personal profile] arrogantalloy 2014-12-07 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
"That's not the issues, it's people being surpri-"

Tony narrows his eyes at the darkness, while he hadn't exactly spoken to Clint all that much, but there was certainly something about the delivery did cause Tony to feel he was right about this.

"When you're done, Drake Mallard, would you like to shuffle your way over here. I'm really not enjoying rats running over my feet while I'm trying to figure out if you're going to attack me."