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The Gamemakers ([personal profile] gamemakers) wrote in [community profile] thecircus2013-02-03 04:22 pm
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TEST DRIVE ARENA 002

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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 03 and 04, you may play your character as though they have been sent into this arena after Arena 03, 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). 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.

Below, you will find a description of the setting for this arena as well as a few details regarding weapons, supplies and hazards.

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Setting.

The building is old and musty, light filtering down through the dust particles that every movement sends into the air. It was obviously once a grand and beautiful place, a bustling hub, but this is far from true anymore.

The building consists of multiple levels. The main concourse is a huge, cavernous room, a hard place to hide in, but where all the cornucopia goodies can be found. Blue paint speckled with gold can still be seen clinging to what's left of the room, but any design has long since eroded away. Below that, a floor that ones held business and restaurants of all natures, and lower still levels of tracks, now long past the days of holding trains. Some of these tracks can be followed down a bit, if you want to make the jump down into them, but eventually all end short, either collapsed over the years or long since flooded out, ending in dark, murky water.


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You have been outfitted in a pair of heavy cotton denim jeans, solid boots, a light cotton t-shirt and a heavy cotton hoodie. The upper floor can catch a draft, especially as night comes, but below the temperature is moderate, even warm.

Many thins are falling apart here, but the bulk of the building, made of cement and marble, has stood against time well. However, window have long since broken out, and store fronts, benches and counters made of woods have not fared as well.

Al thought electricity stopped here long ago, the Capitol has rigged partial power into the arena. Sometimes. The flickering lights are dim, and unreliable, and seem to always come and go at the worst times. Expect to find yourself exploring a tunnel by flickering lights, to suddenly be plunged into the kind of darkness you can only find under ground. Just you, the rat, and the person following you alone in the cozy darkness.

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Supplies.

The Cornucopia is your first, most important resource. Around it are scattered the available resources:

Weapons:
-crowbar
-six-inch serrated hunting knife
-night stick

Equipment:
-day-glow orange backpacks containing the following items:
waterproof matches, high-tensile metal chord (12 feet) iodine
-small crate labeled "apples"
-chords of nylon rope
-metal quart-sized container presumably full of water
-flash lights


**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.


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Immediate Hazards.

-The rats. They are big, nasty, and hungry. And there are MANY of them, especially if you go into the tunnels.

-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.

-Cave ins. The tunnels have not been maintained. They are not as stable as they once were after years of flooding and damage with no one to patch them up.

-The Water. Easy to acquire but bad to drink. Maybe you should pray for a rainstorm...

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Wildlife.

**Columba livia. Common city pigeon. They are available in mass, flying in from the broken windows and holes in the roof. They are flighty, and messy, but not particularly smart.

**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...) These guys are EVERYWHERE and some of them get to sizes that might make you wonder if they are cross breeding with stay dogs. And if you explores the tunnels, beware the mythical rat king a massive bundles of rats whose tails have knotted together.

Foodstuffs.

Both the rats and pigeons are edible. In additions, some of the restaurants might have food tucked into the back, in various states of edible.

Dripping water can be found in many places. Drink at your own risk. Some is fine, some...not so much.

As always, we here at The Games would like to wish you a very happy Hunger Games!

May the odds be ever in your favour.

Post apocolyptic grand central image from here
onthedot: (12 - What?)

[personal profile] onthedot 2013-03-07 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
It had been a conscious, deliberate decision to avoid the cornucopia at all costs, to take the reckless violence as a good opportunity and run. Peggy wasn't foolish. She damn well could have used a blunt instrument to protect herself, but she wasn't about to start this thing injured. They had stripped them of everything before hand, but they couldn't take her sense of self-preservation.

She had been British Intelligence for God's sake, she's had to work with far inferior prospects than this and by and large stranger. The dim lighting was going to wreak havoc on her eyesight but it was good enough to know where she was headed.

Food and a base camp were necessary and every good soldier knows war makes for strange bedfellows. She was going to need an ally. And if any of the strangers she'd been given a chance to study were as well trained as they appeared they would also avoid an immediate blood bath in favour of foraging.
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[personal profile] make_my_mark 2013-03-07 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Lara may not have the same, soft girl she'd been before the island, but neither was any more foolish. As soon as the cannon rang out and the race was on, she was off her pedestal headed away from the great scrum of bodies.

To hell with that madness. She had not come this far, had not escaped that godforsaken island, to be trampled here.

She found her way into a long abandoned kitchen, the sounds of the fighting distant - reduces to muffled screams and dust drifting from overhead as she rifled through doors and cabinets. With quick, efficient movement of nimble hands she searched for anything that might be of use.

Probably too much to hope that some forgetful chef let his knives behind...
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[personal profile] onthedot 2013-03-07 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"There was one." It was a gruesome one beyond telling. Jagged and rusted and would have been bloody perfect if it hadn't snapped in half. The two parts were still in her possession but all they would be good for is throwing.

Peggy held them aloft to the other woman. It wasn't a threatening gesture, her tone was calm and decidedly wry, but in this place, that meant less than nothing.

And if she had been given time to think, she might not be very calm at all. "Unless you're proficient in spoons."
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[personal profile] make_my_mark 2013-03-07 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Lara started, spinning and pressing her back against the counter where, presumably, no would come popping out from. Dark, intelligent eyes skimmed over the woman carefully, watching her hands warily as she lifted the knife.

"Proficient isn't quite the word I'd use," she replied, relaxing in slow, ebbing waves as the woman made no move closer. Her eyes darted between the broken halves of the knife, and a curse hissed in the back of her mind. "There's nothing else?"
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[personal profile] onthedot 2013-03-07 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Peggy lowered the fractured weapon to the counter. A gesture of peace if there could be such a thing here. She grimaced for a moment or two, bitterness and disgust curling in her stomach.

"I should think that's the point. Minimal weapons make for a greater push to fight one another. They want us to watch us die struggling against one another." Peggy pressed her lips into a thin line. "I suppose one could break a chair leg and whittle it down into a stake."

There was always options and always a way out.
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[personal profile] make_my_mark 2013-03-07 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
There were flashes - quick, black and white bursts - of Yamatai. Of the Solarii, closing in, and her axe, heavy and warm in her hands.

She couldn't stop the shudder that raced over her skin. Not again.

"They're insane."

The familiar taste of panic salted the back of her throat. How did this keep happening? How did she keep finding these sort of people?

How could she ever manage to survive it again?
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[personal profile] onthedot 2013-03-10 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
"No. They're quite sane." Evil like this was a pervasive mind-set. It was a frame of mind that was insidious and took in everyone. Driven by fear or simple need to be in control. Peggy wished she had been given more time to read of the history of the place, but this wasn't the first time senseless death occurred in a regime. Nor would it be the last.

"They're human and easily led, but they are all perfectly sane, reasoning individuals. They know precisely what they're doing and why they're doing it."
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[personal profile] make_my_mark 2013-03-10 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
The Solari had known what they were doing as well. Or Mathias had at least. But they had been pushed into it, driven mad with desperation. She could understand that even as she detested it.

But these people....

"They want us to kill each other for their entertainment, and they expect us to just fall in line. That fits under the crazy umbrella in my book."
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[personal profile] onthedot 2013-03-10 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"There's no risk for them. It's all a game." Peggy wished she could call them crazy, but crazy was unpredictable. Crazy held no significant pattern.

"It's no different than Roman Gladiators. Men fought to kill one another for sport for as long as human history exists."
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[personal profile] make_my_mark 2013-03-10 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Just because something was once done, hardly makes it okay now," Lara replied, lips pressing thin.
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[personal profile] onthedot 2013-03-10 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
"No." That Peggy was most willing to agree with. There was never an excuse for senseless bloodshed. "But it does rather unfortunately mean there's precedent."
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[personal profile] make_my_mark 2013-03-10 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
"And yet," her eyes flicked to the broken knife on the counter, "you didn't use that when you had the chance."

Broken or no, that blade would likely still get the job done.

She looked Peggy over again, consideringly. "Why not?"