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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 they choose. Even cast members who aren't or are no longer tributes. Since this meme is taking place between Arenas 12 and 13, you may play your character as though they have been sent into this arena after Arena 12, 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 favor.
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 12 and 13, you may play your character as though they have been sent into this arena after Arena 12, 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 favor.
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The voice isn't right for the one that attacked him before and Meallan jerks towards it, wishing he had a weapon or just a little magic or something, and then he realises it's an apology and sees her properly and he just stops.
"You're Dalish," he says, pointing out the obvious but it's so strange to see another here, when everything else about this place is so strange. Like it's wrong somehow for there to be something familiar. He stands more slowly and reaches out his marked hand hesitantly. "Aneth ara, are you all right?"
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She takes his hand without studying it too closely, still speaking as she rocks to her feet, nose wrinkling in a wince. "My name's Eliana," her mouth twitches in a faint smile, a little awkward. "I feel like I should be asking that though, I was the one that crashed into you."
Eliana drops his hand after holding it a beat too long, and its only then she looks down, a quick glance that leads to a second longer one when she sees that mark, a mirror image of the one of her own palm. A strangled noise escapes her, one of surprise and she gapes slightly, lifting her own hand wordlessly.
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He pulls her up automatically, still uncertain what's going on here, and then she stops as well and shows her own hand and the rather familiar mark. A mark that no one should really be able to have as well.
"This can't be happening," he mutters, staring at it and her. "You can't..."
There's a scream that's cut off nearby and he flinches, dropping down into a crouch. "Well we can't talk about it here, not unless you want to lose your head while we stand around confused by each other. Shall we see about finding a safer place before we play 'what's going on here'?"
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But he dies off and for once Eliana doesn't chase, doesn't push for him to continue. She's even more off kilter now, with two feet on solid ground and a part of her wants to laugh, bitterly, because of course what her life needs now is more confusion and uncertainty. More unexplained mysteries.
She stands her ground at the sound of someone scream, a scream that reminds her of an animal in its final moments. Its a sound she's heard before a sound that signals death and she's snatching his hand in her own without a seconds pause and yanking him to his feet. "Run," she says as an answer and she takes her own advice, jerking him after him and expecting him to follow. They'll sort this out later, once they find higher ground but for now she'll class him as one of her people and that means she'll be keeping him alive as long as she can.
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They have to be far enough away now and he starts to slow, listening more to hear if anyone else is close by before deciding it's safe enough to turn to her again.
"I feel like now that we've run for our lives together, it's time to be formally introduced. I'm Meallan, First to Keeper Istimaethoriel of Clan Lavellan. And you are?"
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She slows with him, ears perked and eyes wide now as she moves from sprint to jog to walking and finally stops. She's a little flushed, a little breathless, but she could push on if needed. She only looks up when he speaks and.
And its another shock, another blow and she feels actually winded when he says that title, dropping her hand and taking a step back, expression unreadable. "First to the Keeper?" She echos, and anger starts to form in her, small seeds. How dare he, does he think her some sort of idiot. Has he done no research because she knew the First and this is not her brother. "Fenedhis. Why don't you try a better lie?"
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"It isn't a lie. I'm First to the Keeper, or at least I was, before this happened." Just in case she forgot, he shows her his marked hand again, hoping as well to direct the conversation to what seems to be the more pressing matter here.
"I get the feeling you should know what this is as much as I do, which shouldn't be possible. Doesn't that bother you more?"
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She takes a step back, half to keep herself from doing something foolish half to stay away from him. And yet she looks at the mark, knows its identical to the one her own palm, and it doesn't make sense. She was the only survivor, it was the first thing Cassandra told her and Creators she wishes the woman was here. Cassandra and her natural leadership, her critical mind and she's come to rely on that second voice.
But there's just her and him and Eliana stares at his hand, clenches her own as a frown forms
"How do I know you're not a demon, a trick. Maybe this is the fade and you're something... something else." She's grasping at straws, searching her brain for information Solas has given her and coming up empty.
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"You're right," he says. "We both woke up here where everything's mad and it's full of things I can't even imagine names for and I have no idea what's going on and my magic is just gone but no, I'm clearly the biggest problem for you in all of this. Never mind the shemlen who seem to be behind all of this and everything else that's happening, the fact we apparently have to kill people for Mythal knows what reason, no, you've clearly picked out the most important thing to be upset about here."
His little rant over, he folds his arms and deliberately raises an eyebrow at her, waiting for a response.
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So she swallows her next angry words, and fist still clenched jerks her head in a nod. "Humans always seem to fuck up a lot of things." Its true, but she doesn't hold a lot of bites in her words. After all she's come to respect and enjoy the company of some humans.
"But fine," she says through tight teeth, "whats your most pressing concern? Your magic?" It would be handy to have here, she imagines, and its odd to have him feeling nothing, a thought that leads to a more concerning one. "Do you think they made you," whats the word again, "Tranquil?"
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And he mightn't have even run from the fighting either. He didn't want to think about that, however, and quickly moved on.
"I want to know more about where we are and how we got here, don't you? Although having my magic back would be nice as well. I can't fight very well without it, and it seems we'll be doing a lot of fighting."
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But he's right, again, and even though she's still on edge, uncertain and mistrusting, she can at least acknowledge that. Even as she sighs in a soft huff, running her hand through her cropped hair.
"I'm afraid I don't know either," she finally says, biting her lower lip for a beat before letting go. "All they said was that we had to fight, and only one person if allowed to live. To win." Though that doesn't very much feel like a victory to her.
His confession earns another glance, another frown. "Not even a little? If we got you something like a staff could you at least hit people with it? Human or elf, that would at least slow them for a minute." Qunari or dwarf... probably not so much.
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"A long enough piece of wood I could hit things with it, yes," he says with a shrug and a wry little smile. "But I'm used to having a lot more power at my fingertips. The staff is more of a last resort, a few blows to get some distance so I can use something more powerful."
Usually he'd use a mental blast as well to slow enemies enough to get clear, but without magic that's not an option either.
"What about you? Do you have any weapons? Anything you could use?"