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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.
Miss Gritta | Ressha Sentai ToQGer
All her running has brought her to something unexpected, though. A gift shop, of all things? "...oh!" And still so full of so many things! So many adorable toys! Her eyes quite literally light up, their illumination soft in the dimness of the store. There's no way for her to know that there are dangers here, no long list of bad arena experiences to inform her actions. She goes bounding up to the main display, eager to reach in and pick up a particularly soft and friendly-looking panda. And in her bounding, knocks over a metal rack of postcards and sticker books with a noisy clatter.
"Oh dear..." She has made a mess. A terrible mess. And more than a bit of noise. Did someone hear? Is she going to have to hide? Careless, careless, she's being so careless...
why hello there
When he hears that crash, he's more annoyed than anything else. He'd been very busy there, studying these shiny things. Zed reaches for the long hunting knife he'd taken off of someone else who had come staggering out of the Cornucopia and springs to his feet, ready to take on whoever might dare disturb him. "Who's--" The threat dies off quickly when he realizes exactly who's there. "Gritta?"
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"...Your Majesty!" It was the last possible person that she had expected to see there. The strolling around with a bladed weapon, that wasn't particularly shocking, no. The simple fact of him being here in this mess with her sent her thoughts and her heart racing. Hopeful and fearful all at once, she clutches that panda tightly.
"O-ow!" And then drops it and clutches her left hand with her right, curling in on herself and dropping the bear. There was something sharp in it, and she has just found it out the hard way.
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And yet the way she drops that panda is cause for concern. At least, as much concern as Zed's capable of. "Now what is it...?" He's moving closer, though he takes a moment to punt the offending bear away.
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She jolts slightly as the panda is punted. He'd find it heavier than he might have expected, and possibly that there's now a scratch on his shoe. Gritta, for her part, holds her hurt hand closer to herself. "There was something in it. Something sharp. What a cruel trap!" Not that she is exactly expressing disapproval of said cruel trap, no. It is what it is. And it got her.
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"Yeah, they like that sort of thing here." Zed absently waves an uninjured hand around, bringing it to rest on the pouch of supplies he's got slung over one shoulder. There is a first aid kit in there. It is not something he'd thought of before, but...should he get that out? "They're generating a great deal of darkness."
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"Where is here, though?" She looks up and around and all about, still nursing her hand. She's a delicate thing and unused to being genuinely injured, after all. "And who are 'they'? Are they working for you...?" An easy enough assumption to make. Apparently she blinked and Zed had gone and slipped through her fingers and gotten himself tangled up in even more trouble. What is she going to do?
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Finally, he finds what he was looking for. It's a small first aid kit. He will toss it to her, heedless of the fact that she needs hands to catch that with.