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thecircus2015-02-28 06:38 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecircus2015-02-28 06:38 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME
Welcome to Panem. You have been selected to participate in the 75th Annual Hunger Games!
Premise: 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. The party is similar to some of the gathering logs we have inside the Capitol when an Arena begins. 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!
Premise: 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. The party is similar to some of the gathering logs we have inside the Capitol when an Arena begins. 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.
***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.
Tributes are raised in a circle around the Cornucopia; they are all dressed in safari outfits, including the little hats, and slathered in bug spray and sunscreen. They look amongst each other at the start of the Cornucopia. At the center of the circle is a fountain where a dancing hippo spits water into a circular pool around it. There's an engraving in embossed letters around the one-foot rim of the pool: PANEM NATIONAL ZOO.
Floating in the water of the brass fountain are supplies that the Tributes should find useful: medical kits, sleeping bags, and most importantly, weapons. Ropes, bo staffs, nunchuks, daggers and spears are all in ready supply a mere hundred yard sprint from the Tributes.
There are four paths away from the Cornucopia - into a swampy pit to the south, which, unbeknownst to Tributes, hosts alligators and crocodiles who've missed their scheduled feeding. To the west, into a dark building where boxes cut into the walls reveal that there were once tanks for creepy crawlies, but the glass has been removed. Through a gift-shop to the north, stuffed with plush animals (many of which are filled with razor blades, or other sweet little surprises). Or down an asphalt pathway to the east, winding through tall cages that may provide shelter from the other Tributes - but not necessarily the enclosure's inhabitants.
The countdown blares out in the humid air.
3...2...1...
Let the Games begin.
-/-
The Party.
Back in the Capitol, the Cornucopia is being celebrated with a lavish party. Animal couture is all the rage, and Capitol celebrities have dressed for the occasion by having their teeth elongated and their irises surgically altered to give the appearance of slit pupils. The wine is flowing freely, and the centerpiece of this particular viewing party is what appears to be a pig the size of a hippopotamus being roasted on a spit.
Screens throughout the large ballroom in which this takes place are showing the gruesome footage of the first bloodbath of what promises to be a delightfully ugly Arena. Tongueless Avoxes carry platters with little quail eggs in cups, silently offering them to all the guests. Caesar Flickerman, trademark blue hair now replaced by what appear to be feathers growing directly from his scalp, announces every gory detail between oohing and ahhing over the dinner. Tributes die; Citizens feast.
Everyone who's anyone is invited.
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.
***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.
Tributes are raised in a circle around the Cornucopia; they are all dressed in safari outfits, including the little hats, and slathered in bug spray and sunscreen. They look amongst each other at the start of the Cornucopia. At the center of the circle is a fountain where a dancing hippo spits water into a circular pool around it. There's an engraving in embossed letters around the one-foot rim of the pool: PANEM NATIONAL ZOO.
Floating in the water of the brass fountain are supplies that the Tributes should find useful: medical kits, sleeping bags, and most importantly, weapons. Ropes, bo staffs, nunchuks, daggers and spears are all in ready supply a mere hundred yard sprint from the Tributes.
There are four paths away from the Cornucopia - into a swampy pit to the south, which, unbeknownst to Tributes, hosts alligators and crocodiles who've missed their scheduled feeding. To the west, into a dark building where boxes cut into the walls reveal that there were once tanks for creepy crawlies, but the glass has been removed. Through a gift-shop to the north, stuffed with plush animals (many of which are filled with razor blades, or other sweet little surprises). Or down an asphalt pathway to the east, winding through tall cages that may provide shelter from the other Tributes - but not necessarily the enclosure's inhabitants.
The countdown blares out in the humid air.
3...2...1...
Let the Games begin.
-/-
The Party.
Back in the Capitol, the Cornucopia is being celebrated with a lavish party. Animal couture is all the rage, and Capitol celebrities have dressed for the occasion by having their teeth elongated and their irises surgically altered to give the appearance of slit pupils. The wine is flowing freely, and the centerpiece of this particular viewing party is what appears to be a pig the size of a hippopotamus being roasted on a spit.
Screens throughout the large ballroom in which this takes place are showing the gruesome footage of the first bloodbath of what promises to be a delightfully ugly Arena. Tongueless Avoxes carry platters with little quail eggs in cups, silently offering them to all the guests. Caesar Flickerman, trademark blue hair now replaced by what appear to be feathers growing directly from his scalp, announces every gory detail between oohing and ahhing over the dinner. Tributes die; Citizens feast.
Everyone who's anyone is invited.
Well hello there
Once in the gift shop Tony starts rifling through everything looking for anything that he can work with, anything electrical. Grabbing a plush animal to throw to one aide a little too hard causes him to cut his hand. He drops it with a hiss and sucks on the wound without a thought, looking up and out the window when he does.
And that is when he spies Rhodie.
He doesn't think when he sees him. Heading straight to the door to lean casually on the door frame with a smirk. Its almost been a year but he still has his image.
"If this is a rescue mission. You're late."
hello c:
He hadn't even known Tony was here. And as he arrives at the gift shop and sees Tony casually leaning against the door frame, as though they weren't in what was guaranteed to be a brutal, bloodied battle to the death, he just can't help but grin.
Honestly, he's not sure if he's more glad that he's not alone in this place, that he has someone he knows he can trust here, or if he's more angry than he and Tony both are trapped in some sort of arena wherein only one of them will survive. But they're both here now, and there's literally nothing Rhodey can do about it.
"I was told if I stepped off the platform before the countdown ended," his tone is dry, dry, dry with, perhaps, the barest sparks of amusement. "I'd blow up. I'm not sure I could have gotten here faster."
How you doin'?
"Seen it happen. It's about as pretty as it sounds."
He licks his lips, with a quick glance around before stepping away from the door frame and into the gift shop, a flick of his head into the store is all the other man gets as an indication to follow him. Tony heads further back into the store, knowing that further back it would be harder for people to glance in and see them.
"When." He starts, but then falters a little, picking up a small figure with his cut hand, turning it around in the hand as he looks at it. "For the record, don't. Uh. Take that whole death thing too seriously here. At least, here here. In the arenas."
There's really so much Tony wants to say and do, but he's almost worried that this is some capitol trick and that Rhodey isn't actually here at all. So for now, he plays it safe. Especially because he knows the capitol sees everything that happens here.
/wiggles eyebrows seductively
He follows Tony into the back of the gift shop (far enough back that no one would spot them at a searching glace, but close enough to keep an eye on the windows and doors in case anyone decided to barge in). He raises an eyebrow. "Don't take death too seriously?" He repeats, incredulous. Because Tony has said a lot of stupid things over the years, but this is so far beyond stupid, it's worrying.
Especially after how he'd be acting during the whole Vanko thing.
"Tony, we're in a fight to the death." You know, in case he had forgotten. "If there's anything to take too seriously, I'd think that would be it." Not that Rhodey was planning on participating in the whole fight-to-the-death thing, but there's no sense denying their current circumstances.
/Swoons
"This is my fifth arena. And I've died in everyone so far. Really after the second time it's kind of hard to take seriously."
Which considering Tony's life endangering tendencies, it's not really a surprising statement. He turns back to the shelf of toys and gifts and starts looking for anything electrical again.
"Never really been conscious when they bring me back to life, so I can't really tell you how they do it. But this?" He raises his hand to show off the cut. "Won't even be a scab when I wake up after dying. I've seen people who lost limbs in here, walking and waving arms back in the Capitol."
He picks up an obscenely colourful lion lamp and turns it upside down to start cannibalizing parts.
"So, uh. When you think about it we're really just in a live version of... Call of Duty? Battlefield? Which one's still actually selling copies again?"
This was good, having Rhodey here. Despite how much he would try to hide from the man he has always felt comfortable around him, which is probably why he teases him within an inch of his life most days.