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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thecircus2015-01-28 08:53 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 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.
elfstone: (you are the nighttime fear)

[personal profile] elfstone 2015-02-12 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
No, it's not hard to guess her intent. His hand goes to her neck, resting there gently; it brings their faces closer as he breaks eye contact, dropping his gaze.

"There is no official punishment for refusing to kill," he says. "I have not done it, slaying only the monsters that they shut in here with us. There are some here who will help you, if you ask for it, and others who fight only to protect the others here whom they care for." But that said...

"However, the Game-makers have complete control of the world around us. They will send creatures, enemies, disasters. They want to be amused," Aragorn goes on, darkly. "And a pack of Tributes at each other's throats is more amusing than a camp of allies."
theevenstar: (determination)

[personal profile] theevenstar 2015-02-12 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Her eyes close, lips tightening against the acknowledge of what she halfway suspected. "No official punishment, but they will find ways."

'They' brought her there through some as-yet unknown power, and the level of pettiness she perceives in what Aragorn says is so reminiscent of Sauron that she has to stop herself from trembling. What if those who run the games are allied with him, or someone of his ilk? Using mortal and immortal alike as pawns in a fight to the death is not that far from the ritualistic sacrifices of Numenor's last king, when the nation turned to Morgoth worship.

Arwen makes a little noise of protest against anyone having to endure such cruelty, and leans forward just enough to rest her brow against Aragorn's. "I am not a warrior, nor have I ever wished to be one." The urge to defend her family is one thing, to aid those like Frodo. But deliberately shedding the blood of another? "If they wish to punish me for my views, then so be it."
Edited 2015-02-13 03:35 (UTC)
elfstone: (and what fades away)

[personal profile] elfstone 2015-02-13 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
He leans his forehead against hers -- it's gentle, especially compared to the red-hot surge of NOPE anger at the thought of the Gamemakers harming Arwen. The hand at the back of her neck buries itself in her hair. In his head, he knows it's possible, but in his heart, he's ready to do anything to prevent it.

"A balance can be struck," he whispers, hoping that the devices they use to listen are not strong enough to catch his words, "that allows one to keep one's honor without bringing down the ire of our captors. Patience, Arwen," he murmurs quieter still, eyes closed. "A death in the Arena is a curable injury. Time, for once, is on our side." He knows he doesn't have to tell her to be patient -- she is wise, wiser than he in many ways, and she will know that he has not been idle here.
theevenstar: (listen)

[personal profile] theevenstar 2015-02-14 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
The feel of fingers entwining in her hair is nice (more than nice), though they've only been parted a short time from her point of view. It's a reminder there is still hope even in the darkest of places. She walks her fingers up the curve of his chin and lets them rest against his lips, both a signal for quiet and just to feel his breath warming her skin.

"Balance suggests a compromise." Her voice is just as low, stern though tinged with affection. "There is little I am willing to cede here, neither for myself, or ... other captives."

Not that their fellow tributes may be willing to extend the same courtesy. She recalls the rush toward the supplies, and how casual some were in taking down competitors before she reached the park. A shiver works its way down her spine, and Arwen releases his face to rub her arms in hopes of generating some warmth. Being cold is a new sensation for her.
elfstone: (and I'd do anything to make you stay)

[personal profile] elfstone 2015-02-15 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know," he murmurs. "I would never ask you to-- Arwen, are you cold?" He breaks off his thought in surprise. It is not warm here, but he has never known cold to bother an Elf. Seeing the signs of chill unsettles him -- he has heard of the Capitol taking away magic, but surely they couldn't take something so basic as this...!
theevenstar: (Default)

[personal profile] theevenstar 2015-02-17 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I am afraid." She does not want to say it out loud, but nor does she want to lie to him. That would be not well done, and serve no purpose but acting as a creator of more problems. Better to speak the truth, no matter how embarrassing it may be. For her, anyway. While Arwen is fairly assured that the ranger will not shun her for fear, it is still a distasteful state of mind.

It could also be interfering with her perception. "And perhaps not as warm as I would like."
Edited (more coherent this time) 2015-02-17 14:33 (UTC)