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The Gamemakers ([personal profile] gamemakers) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2013-09-27 07:39 pm

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Who| Everyone
What| A chance for the teams to meet, mingle, and, lets be honest, for goodbyes to be said.
Where| The common area.
When| Evening before the attack, about a day after Creuntus' network announcement.
Warnings/Notes| Time is going to be a little more wonky then normal, if you haven't noticed. They will be going out to attack "tomorrow" but that thread will not, likely, be posted tomorrow, to give people time to play in this one, etc.

There is food and drink, plenty of it, but no decoration, and it is clear this "party" is no sort of celebration. There is the small spattering of Peacekeepers still in the Capitol, those not on duty at the edge of the boundary.

A long table at the front has a set up for each team. Everyone has a folder with who is in their team, who is watching their team, a list of the various weapons they will have. On the list is a flame thrower, a handful of small explosives, and an automatic weapon for each team member. There are no weapons laid out for the Tributes to handle, however - those were waiting for them elsewhere, for when the mission truly started. Nor does the folder mention that the weapons all switch off outside of the combat area, but it's also not a secret, or a surprise.

Each folder also includes the rather useless stats and images they have of the creatures-the photos are blurry, the stats mainly stack up to "they are very deadly" and a collection of the various bits of information put forth by other tributes who seem to know more then the Capitol. Last, a detailed map of both the neighborhood, and the tunnels for them to study.

Another table has folders for the intel, with much of the same information. Last, a third table is set up for those that are staying at home. Those folders contain some basic first aid information, and a list with what sort of basic medical supplies and food stuff is in the training center.

Each table set up has an Avox or two to hand out the folders. Creuntus is no where to be seen, and you would be lucky to catch any of her team. She knows where she doesn't want to be. The furniture has been dragged to facilitate the conversation of small to medium sized groups. Say, about the size of a team and their Intel.
dividedgirlofmine: next train (moving | i'll sail on)

Susannah | Intel (Teams 2 & 4) | OTA

[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2013-10-06 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Susannah rolls her eyes a little as she collects her folders for Intel. She'd volunteered for one of the combat teams but the fat honky Gamemaker--and she would call him a honky, all the disparate parts of her agreed he didn't deserve a kinder description, even Odetta wasn't protesting much--she'd spoken to had taken one look at her and given her a flat-out hell no even when she'd explained slowly and in very small words that she was a much better shot than the Roman Gladiator and they were letting him go. Maybe her new chair wasn't all that maneuverable, but she was willing to ride around harnessed to someone's back again if it meant she could help with the shooting.

Sai Gamemaker had just shook his head and told her that not now, not this time, maybe heaven forbid after the arena, if another incident like this cropped up, but he didn't need her in combat just yet, and it was about this point when Susannah realized that the Gamemaker--who she'd chosen to talk to because he was one of the few who'd actually still been paying close attention to her scoring once she'd found her weapon--was very likely planning to make a lot of money during her first arena by betting on the poor defenseless cripple.

The motherfucker.

Folder secured, she wheels herself to a table, spreads the sheets out, and starts to study them. She's got Cuthbert, it seems. Good. At least he'll have somebody assigned to him with a good idea of what he'd be capable of.