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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 they choose. Even cast members who aren't or are no longer tributes. Since this meme is taking place between Arenas 03 and 04, you may play your character as though they have been sent into this arena after Arena 03, CR and in-game history intact. OR. You may play your character as having a clean slate; as though this is their very first Hunger Games. Or, at least the first one they can remember.
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).
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.

Setting.
The sky above is a vivid and clear blue and the air is cool and thin; crisp and sharp with the distinctive smell of autumn. In the distance, you can see the peaks of tall purple mountains capped with fresh white snow but they are still many long miles from where you are.
To some, the immediate surroundings may seem slightly familiar, to others it is a strange place filled with peculiar and unstable structures scattered across roughly a square mile of clearly unmaintained concrete pathways. You are in an amusement park. Or what must have been one at some point in time. The rotted out husk of what once had been a Ferris wheel, and the weather-worn shells of old vendor stalls are the nearest things in sight. Some of their signs are even still legible; faded paint having not chipped off entirely. "Cotton Candy", "Win A Prize!" "Buy Ride Tickets Here"
You have been outfitted in a pair of heavy cotton denim jeans, a pair of high-topped black athletic shoes, a form-fitting grey long-sleeved nylon-blend undershirt and a heavier cotton shirt of the same colour to wear over the top, as well as a dark grey windbreaker with reflective white edging.
Shelter here is scarce but available. There are three brick buildings found throughout the park with restively intact roofs, all of them were once public restrooms that also served as tornado shelters. The plumbing in these buildings have long since been unusable. Ruptured pipes have damaged interior walls and floors. Several pools have formed in the lower areas of the ruined floors and the stagnate water is ripe with bacteria and grime. The southern-most building also has a very impressive infestation of rats.
Vendor and food stalls as well as storage and control sheds were not made quite of the same caliber as the restroom facilities, and though they are more frequent, they are also significantly less insulated. Though the wood from these places would be easy enough to break off and turn into firewood if you can find something to start a flame with.
Another key landmark is the sizable lake to the west of the park, man-made and stagnant, there is a peculiar odor that comes off the water if the wind is blowing the wrong way. A green and murky colour, the almost the entire surface of the water is coated in a thick layer of algae and bacteria. Though you can easily see from one shore to the next, the lake is deep and likely teeming with life below. Most of it... probably unpleasant.
Aside from the overgrowth of weeds that have begun to break through the concrete and twist around the bars of the rusted-out rides, there is very little vegetation here. A few thin trees have clung to life in their broken planters, and the boundaries of the park are thick with waist-high grasses, brown and dead in the near-winter of this place. In fact, the only real thing that seems to be thriving here is the algae floating upon the surface of the lake.

Supplies.
The Cornucopia is your first, most important resource. Around it are scattered the available resources:
Weapons:
-steel-tipped leather bull whip
-crowbar
-throwing axe
-six-inch serrated hunting knife
Equipment:
-day-glow orange backpacks containing the following items:
waterproof matches, high-tensile metal chord (12 feet), wool gloves, iodine
-small crate labeled "apples"
-chords of nylon rope
-metal quart-sized container presumably full of water
-small white plastic, containing the following items:
insect repellant, two strips of beef jerky, silver (reflective) emergency blanket
**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.

Immediate Hazards.
-The Cold. During the day temperatures are cool, but bearable. However, as soon as the sun drops behind the mountains, the temperatures plummet dramatically, lingering well below freezing until mid-morning.
-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.
-Insects. The stagnant lake is a ripe breeding ground for an alarming amount of insects. From giant dragon flies to tiny biting gnats, prepare yourself for a bite or two. Just hope nothing too nasty sinks it's teeth into you. You may not enjoy the results.
-The Water. Easy to acquire but bad to drink. Maybe you should pray for a rainstorm...

Wildlife.
**Cyprinus Acidus. These large bottom-feeding fish are abundant in the lake and though not recommended to consume raw, if cooked properly, could be eaten.
**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...)
Foodstuffs.
The aforementioned animals and some of the algae from lake are the only sources of food here, and they are not particularly good ones at that. Food and water are not easy to come by in the arena and will likely make for a miserable time for many.
As always, we here at The Games would like to wish you a very happy Hunger Games!
May the odds be ever in your favour.
Oh, and not sure who to throw in here? Oh look! An enable me/atp meme!
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 they choose. Even cast members who aren't or are no longer tributes. Since this meme is taking place between Arenas 03 and 04, you may play your character as though they have been sent into this arena after Arena 03, CR and in-game history intact. OR. You may play your character as having a clean slate; as though this is their very first Hunger Games. Or, at least the first one they can remember.
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).
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.

Setting.
The sky above is a vivid and clear blue and the air is cool and thin; crisp and sharp with the distinctive smell of autumn. In the distance, you can see the peaks of tall purple mountains capped with fresh white snow but they are still many long miles from where you are.
To some, the immediate surroundings may seem slightly familiar, to others it is a strange place filled with peculiar and unstable structures scattered across roughly a square mile of clearly unmaintained concrete pathways. You are in an amusement park. Or what must have been one at some point in time. The rotted out husk of what once had been a Ferris wheel, and the weather-worn shells of old vendor stalls are the nearest things in sight. Some of their signs are even still legible; faded paint having not chipped off entirely. "Cotton Candy", "Win A Prize!" "Buy Ride Tickets Here"

You have been outfitted in a pair of heavy cotton denim jeans, a pair of high-topped black athletic shoes, a form-fitting grey long-sleeved nylon-blend undershirt and a heavier cotton shirt of the same colour to wear over the top, as well as a dark grey windbreaker with reflective white edging.
Shelter here is scarce but available. There are three brick buildings found throughout the park with restively intact roofs, all of them were once public restrooms that also served as tornado shelters. The plumbing in these buildings have long since been unusable. Ruptured pipes have damaged interior walls and floors. Several pools have formed in the lower areas of the ruined floors and the stagnate water is ripe with bacteria and grime. The southern-most building also has a very impressive infestation of rats.
Vendor and food stalls as well as storage and control sheds were not made quite of the same caliber as the restroom facilities, and though they are more frequent, they are also significantly less insulated. Though the wood from these places would be easy enough to break off and turn into firewood if you can find something to start a flame with.
Another key landmark is the sizable lake to the west of the park, man-made and stagnant, there is a peculiar odor that comes off the water if the wind is blowing the wrong way. A green and murky colour, the almost the entire surface of the water is coated in a thick layer of algae and bacteria. Though you can easily see from one shore to the next, the lake is deep and likely teeming with life below. Most of it... probably unpleasant.
Aside from the overgrowth of weeds that have begun to break through the concrete and twist around the bars of the rusted-out rides, there is very little vegetation here. A few thin trees have clung to life in their broken planters, and the boundaries of the park are thick with waist-high grasses, brown and dead in the near-winter of this place. In fact, the only real thing that seems to be thriving here is the algae floating upon the surface of the lake.

Supplies.
The Cornucopia is your first, most important resource. Around it are scattered the available resources:
Weapons:
-steel-tipped leather bull whip
-crowbar
-throwing axe
-six-inch serrated hunting knife
Equipment:
-day-glow orange backpacks containing the following items:
waterproof matches, high-tensile metal chord (12 feet), wool gloves, iodine
-small crate labeled "apples"
-chords of nylon rope
-metal quart-sized container presumably full of water
-small white plastic, containing the following items:
insect repellant, two strips of beef jerky, silver (reflective) emergency blanket
**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.

Immediate Hazards.
-The Cold. During the day temperatures are cool, but bearable. However, as soon as the sun drops behind the mountains, the temperatures plummet dramatically, lingering well below freezing until mid-morning.
-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.
-Insects. The stagnant lake is a ripe breeding ground for an alarming amount of insects. From giant dragon flies to tiny biting gnats, prepare yourself for a bite or two. Just hope nothing too nasty sinks it's teeth into you. You may not enjoy the results.
-The Water. Easy to acquire but bad to drink. Maybe you should pray for a rainstorm...

Wildlife.
**Cyprinus Acidus. These large bottom-feeding fish are abundant in the lake and though not recommended to consume raw, if cooked properly, could be eaten.
**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...)
Foodstuffs.
The aforementioned animals and some of the algae from lake are the only sources of food here, and they are not particularly good ones at that. Food and water are not easy to come by in the arena and will likely make for a miserable time for many.
As always, we here at The Games would like to wish you a very happy Hunger Games!
May the odds be ever in your favour.
Oh, and not sure who to throw in here? Oh look! An enable me/atp meme!
BATHROOMS/TORNADO SHELTERS
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Sammy just ran. Blood was flowing, and she was out of there.
Whatever the hell was going on, she couldn't power up, and thus, she wasn't going to do much.
Except get her chubby little ass hidden as fast as possible. Ducking into the first building that looked like it wouldn't fall over in a stiff breeze, she found a niche to hide in and tried to catch her breath. And not pant too loudly.
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I only have the one icon made, I'm sorry :(
She could, maybe, take her. She was an inch or two taller, and had some weight on the girl for sure.
But...she couldn't. They looked about the same age, and hell if this girl wasn't as scared as Sammy.
She swallowed, hoping she wasn't about to stick her foot in it badly.
"...you wanna pair up?"
No problem! I'm not an icon snob.
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LAKE SHORE
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A hunting knife and a rope. Could be worse. Could be better.
Food and water would be next. She crept towards the lake, boots making squelching sounds in the mud, till she could see into it's murky depths.
"...ew."
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Good thing about hiding out in the reeds, then. The bad things being she would be just about as noisy sneaking up on them.
Still, she tried her est for stealth, approaching their location.
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She makes a quick run from her current hideout to the lake, prepared with an empty drink container she found half-cracked laying on the ground, and the iodine from her pack. She'll purify the water; it's the only option she has. Chloe whips her head around this way and that, just making sure the coast is clear, before she kneels down and rolls her sleeves up to dip the cup below the algae-covered surface. It's a quick in and out; the water is freezing, and gross besides. She scoops out the algae and flicks it aside, wiping her hand on the ground and her pants to get it marginally clean again. The water is still murky looking, and she doubts the color will improve, but she's pretty liberal with the iodine. She swirls it as best she can without spilling water out of the cracked plastic, then gathers up her things and turns to walk back to her shelter. She can't take the stench, and it's safer there, unexposed.
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It's been days and despite the relatively small amount of space they have been placed into, but most of them have scattered. Hiding in fear and trepidation. He can feel it.
He sees her before she sees him, but he knows it's only a matter of time, and the likeliness of startling her is high.
Anakin lifts his hands in a gesture of tentative peace as she begins to make her way toward him. "It's alright," he insists. "I won't hurt you."
And he means that. For now.
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Alright. Alright, alright. Focus, Reid.
He has no weapons. He had only had the guts to grab the plastic before he ran for it, and he nearly had a hand chopped off for his troubles, so he's actually pretty glad he didn't try getting anything else.
He found a tin bowl in one of the old game stands, probably one of the ones someone would try throwing balls in. He glances around himself, biting his lip before kneeling down in the mud. He shudders at the sound of it squelching under him, then slowly dips the bowl into the pond, bringing it up full of algae and filthy water.
Well, it's not exactly safe for him to drink, at least not as it is. He'd found a game stand relatively close by, and with the reflective blanket he had, he would probably be able to survive inside over night. Assuming no one came across him and slit his throat in his sleep. But the point was that if he laid low and focused on survival, he might be able to outlast everyone else, and he might be able to not die a horrible death.
And pigs will fly.
Screw it. He's going to go back to his little shelter and see if he can find some way to purify this water without setting a fire and signalling to everyone where he is. He stands up, careful to keep any precious drops from spilling over the edge of the bowl. Hopefully, the algae is edible. Hopefully. Because he really doesn't think two strips of jerky will last him.]
REID :D
[Sammy had been trying to figure out the issues of the water as well. Because this was it. There was none in the rest of the park.
And it didn't take long to figure out with no water, they weren't gonna get far anyway. She wasn't really a quitter, but she wasn't really an optimist either. And she'd rather someone stabbed her than slowly die of dehydration.
So having made that choice, it was nice to not be afraid of everyone in this damn place. If they wanted to fight, they could bring it.]
Yup. :3
When face-stabbings don't occur, he peers in the direction of the voice, not exactly relaxing but at least not inches from bolting out of there.]
I don't want to. It's not clean. But I'd rather try to find a way to clean it than let myself die.
[He creeps a little away from the green-haired girl, trying to judge how old she is and how much of a threat she might pose.]
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Hey! Long time, no see!
He steps into the doorway as the other man approaches.]
I hope ya got somethin' to treat that water before ya drink it
Hey! Sorry about that; Route totally overwhelmed me at first. It's calmed down, so how are you?
I'm doing all right. Does Reid showing up here mean you did put an app in?
Not yet. I'm poking around to get a feel; I'm not sure if I could handle another game, though
I would pout at you but I can kinda relate. Still, would love to have Reid here for real.
I'd love to be here for real. Until then, we can always musebox threads as though they were in-game
That and continue that verse we had going. And are we gonna finish that mini-Eliot thread?
Yeah, that sounds fun. And sorry, but probably not. It's been how many months?
Haha, too many. I kind of guessed.
You want to start a musebox thread in the Games?
Sure. Where?
Anywhere except my journal; I'm in a journal game. If we have nowhere else, I could make a musebox
I could start something in mine, too.
PM'd you
Got it.
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KIDDIE LAND
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late tag is late
totally cool c:
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MERRY GO ROUND
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She's hungry and thirsty and she feels horribly exposed, especially given that the best weapon she could forage is a long, sadly soggy piece of wood. She presses her back against the column in the center of the merry go round and hopes no one happens by until she's rested enough to keep looking for a better hiding place.
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He's exhausted, running on adrenaline and terror, when he spots the merry-go-round - his first fevered thought is that, big and ugly and exposed as it is, it might make for a hiding place no one would expect, if he could shimmy up into the rafters, or worm his way down between corroded floorboards. He has no weapon and no supplies, and all he wants is to disappear.
He jumps onto the merry-go-round and immediately makes for the thick center column - as luck would have it, exactly the side that Gylfie is not on. He presses himself against it briefly, catching his breath, tilting his head up to look for a possible handhold in the beams and rusted clockwork above him. His heart is going so fast, he's amazed it hasn't given him away.
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OTHER
CORNUCOPIA
COME AT HIM.]
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There's a moment where the tall, skinny man who still looks twelve just stands there, terrified.
And then he's off like a shot. Like hell is he going to pick a fight with anyone, so instead of trying to fight the lethal-looking giant turtle for the better supplies and weapons, he runs to the outer reaches of the Cornucopia, grabbing the plastic, and then makes a dash for the park, risking one glance over his shoulder.
Someone is aiming a throwing ax at the giant turtle's back. Reid doesn't even think before he screeches to a halt and cups his hands to his mouth (nearly smacking himself with the plastic) to be better heard when he shouts,] H-hey! Turtle! Behind you!
[And then he realizes, wait. Fuck. He just drew a lot of attention to himself.
Oh shit, he's going to get pulverized.]
CORNUCOPIA
That could make things interesting from a stealth standpoint, but alas, there was business to attend to.
Copycat decided to make a run for the Cornucopia, sights set on the throwing axe and a backpack and ready to obliterate anyone who got in the way. Survival was a game she played many times before.
CORNUCOPIA
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