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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.
oh hey, hope some assumed CR is okay
The Cornucopia parties tend to be Jason's least favorite of any of the social events an Escort is obligated to go to, and tonight's no different. Feeling out of place in an outfit that's clearly been worn far too many times for fashion or facade, navigating his way around Citizens who are stinking of alcohol, and all the while waiting impatiently for the ten-or-more hours of work he'll have to do overnight, he's simmering with resentment. It would burn off the last of his social graces if he didn't know that there were some people here willing to throw assi at his charges.
That's why his voice is just shy of rude when he talks to Clara. The frazzled expression he wears turns to one of surprise recognition when he sees her face. He remembers her. Her father, Severo, was an aspiring politician who occasionally came to parties or functions that the Compsons and the Reagans and that ilk put on. The Del Valles weren't prominent enough to come to all or even most of them, but when, as his mother had put it, the doors were open to the raggedy ones, that social climber father and his massive brood of children were in tow.
Jason had been a child or a teenager at all of these, stiff and sullen even then but not hammered into the hard form he is now.
"You're-"
Which one is she? He remembers the green-haired one, but not any of the names.
"Del Valle. The youngest one, right?"
i have zero objections!
Somewhere in her trunk of notebooks, there are pages devoted to describing Jason and his family and the way they functioned so differently to her own, as if stilts had been pushed up their sleeves and down their pant legs, controlled by a force even she could not see.
Though the Del Valle children knew to behave themselves, the sheer amount of them always turned heads, especially when their eldest seemed to have been summoned from the bottom of the ocean. Each of them understood that they were doomed to be spectacles, stuck on the other side of the invisible wedge separating them from the other offspring present. It would have been much less bearable if they had not had each other to seek refuge with.
Rosa’s death and Clara’s resulting muteness had marked the end of her appearances in public, because she was much more content to haunt her own home then. She had been ten years old then, just a sprout of the woman who stood before Jason now. He gets one of her easy smiles, though she cannot place him among who she knows.
"That’s right." She replies, head tipped inquisitively. "Can I help you?"
no subject
And just like that, when she looks at him with those bright and yet glassy eyes, he remembers her - or, more accurately, why his mother stopped allowing the del Valles to come to events she was involved in planning. Remembers the youngest del Valle, po-faced and blunt, telling his father that he would lose both a son and a daughter in the next year.
A more superstitious person might believe that Clara herself cast the curse that ruined the Compsons, but Jason's never been one for black cats and broken mirrors. She probably just had that same clairvoyant sensibility that Benjy did when he realized from Caddy's smell that she'd been slutting it up and, having more brains than the great gelding, came to the obvious conclusion that a thunderhead of a scandal was brewing.
Memories start to arrange themselves like ice crystals in water. Jason's appearances in public ceased shortly before the pretty del Valle's death. Socializing had proven unbearable for his mother in the wake of Quentin's suicide and Caddy's dishonor, and Jason's father had been too drunk for polite company (or in Jason's opinion, any company), and the Compsons had all but receded from public functions by the time the widely-publicized assassination made the news.
Jason read about it, saw reports on the other daughter's muteness and the futility of the search for the murderer, and found some small comfort in knowing that other families, too, were weathering similar tragedies to his. It gave him hope for his own to weather it instead of sinking. He was seventeen, but the futility of that wish was equal to the search for the assassin, and it marked the death of what little optimism youth had given him.
So he doesn't have ill will for her when he looks at her. His gaze is narrowed, the corners of his mouth tight, but there's a certain collusive aura radiating from him, as if he knows he and Clara are in the same boat.
"I just asked if you could move so I could see. You gone deaf as well as mute?" His hands are in his pockets again. "It's been a long time. Last I saw you you were maybe, what, nine?"