Panem Events (
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thecapitol2014-01-07 07:31 pm
Entry tags:
- aunamee,
- cassandra marko,
- harley quinn,
- joan watson,
- sigma klim,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ armin arlert,
- ✘ azula,
- ✘ barbara wilson,
- ✘ brainiac 5,
- ✘ cinderella,
- ✘ courfeyrac,
- ✘ cuthbert allgood,
- ✘ deanna winchester,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ dr. holiday,
- ✘ effie trinket,
- ✘ eliot spencer,
- ✘ ellie,
- ✘ enjolras,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ eva salazar,
- ✘ finnick odair,
- ✘ gabriel,
- ✘ garrus vakarian,
- ✘ hans,
- ✘ hawkeye pierce,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ howard bassem,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ iskierka,
- ✘ jack atlas,
- ✘ jean kirschtein,
- ✘ johanna mason,
- ✘ john a. zoidberg,
- ✘ julian bashir,
- ✘ julie grigio,
- ✘ justin law,
- ✘ kain highwind,
- ✘ kankri vantas,
- ✘ katniss everdeen,
- ✘ kevin prentiss,
- ✘ lindsey mcdonald,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ neffa a reyeth,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ peeta mellark,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ sam winchester,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ the creature,
- ✘ the disciple,
- ✘ willow,
- ✘ zelos wilder
District Tours: Train Ride
Prior to their departure, the Tributes have to suffer a photoshoot, a few interviewers asking them a thousand questions about how excited they are, and more than a few members of their style teams asking the Tributes to bring back mementos. "Don't worry about quality, dears, we can get that all here - we want you to bring us souvenirs for the novelty of it!"
The day of the trip, Tributes are roused bright and early, well before sunrise, and driven in Peacekeeper vans to the train station. It's all rather dour, and not like the start of a vacation at all; if one didn't know what was going on, and if the Escorts and head Stylists weren't chattering excitedly, they might think they were being hauled off to a war zone.
The trains, on the other hand, are plush, fancy things, and there is one per District. There's a single blockaded car for cargo, another for maintenance, driving and Peacekeeping staff, and then several others which are open to the Tributes. A dinner car serves three meals and has small snacks available throughout the day. Another car is an entertainment center with a selection of Capitol-approved films, and a the last one is the Tributes' temporary room. It has a bunk bed for each with sheets that was a truly intense threadcount, and a single massage chair in the back. The Stylists, Mentors and Escorts sleep in the same car, although separated by a partition.
Unfortunately, all the Tributes have to share the sleeping quarters, and it's first-come, first-served.
For the most part, the trip is so smooth that the surface of a glass full of water would not be disturbed. The trips to the closer Districts are a little under a day, but the furthest Districts - 3, 4, 7, 8, 11 and 12 - take nearly 48 hours.
[OOC: For Tributes accepted during the District tours, you can assume they arrived before the departure so they can participate in the District festivities. During the train ride there is still network access. There will only be this post and the party post from the mods for this event, so players are encouraged to make their own of their characters exploring their surroundings and enjoying the Districts.]
The day of the trip, Tributes are roused bright and early, well before sunrise, and driven in Peacekeeper vans to the train station. It's all rather dour, and not like the start of a vacation at all; if one didn't know what was going on, and if the Escorts and head Stylists weren't chattering excitedly, they might think they were being hauled off to a war zone.
The trains, on the other hand, are plush, fancy things, and there is one per District. There's a single blockaded car for cargo, another for maintenance, driving and Peacekeeping staff, and then several others which are open to the Tributes. A dinner car serves three meals and has small snacks available throughout the day. Another car is an entertainment center with a selection of Capitol-approved films, and a the last one is the Tributes' temporary room. It has a bunk bed for each with sheets that was a truly intense threadcount, and a single massage chair in the back. The Stylists, Mentors and Escorts sleep in the same car, although separated by a partition.
Unfortunately, all the Tributes have to share the sleeping quarters, and it's first-come, first-served.
For the most part, the trip is so smooth that the surface of a glass full of water would not be disturbed. The trips to the closer Districts are a little under a day, but the furthest Districts - 3, 4, 7, 8, 11 and 12 - take nearly 48 hours.
[OOC: For Tributes accepted during the District tours, you can assume they arrived before the departure so they can participate in the District festivities. During the train ride there is still network access. There will only be this post and the party post from the mods for this event, so players are encouraged to make their own of their characters exploring their surroundings and enjoying the Districts.]

OTA
Despite that, he really was looking forward to a change of scenery, already. He didn't really feel he fit in within the Capitol, and although it was helpful to have access to a training facility, the rest of his time there was spent wishing he could head somewhere more isolated, and more his speed in terms of daily things like the overabundant (to him) technology.
Kain paced around a bit at first as the train departed, never feeling very comfortable in confined trains. At least he didn't have to attempt to fight in this one... they never were the best spaces for his fighting style. Eventually, after getting out some of his restlessness, he took a sear by a window and stared out intently at the passing scenery. What he wouldn't give to be out there.
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So, Gabriel was getting around and meeting some of the new people, bringing a plate of chocolates and fruits along with him while repeating the words of every person who got after him about it.
He popped another grape into his mouth when he entered the new car to find another new guy watching the outside world fly on by. "Gonna take someone with you when you bust out of that window? If you do, I volunteer."
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His eyes dart to the window again. Oddly enough, his instinct is to jump, to leap right out of it and simply see wherever he lands. It's a tactic which serves him well in battle, anyway... or did, outside of this world. "It's been crossing my mind repeatedly. Survival out there would surely hold fewer challenges."
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"If you want my opinion, I think it would be more interesting and even less boring than this place. But most people don't want my opinion."
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Gabriel looked up some of the history of this place, none of it really hitting him as a big shock. There were a few details he was missing, but he was well aware that he was missing them. "You new?"
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"I'm no stranger to fighting, though... I only wish it weren't for this particular cause."
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Re: OTA
Were they kidding on this one? Did they really expect them all to share? It was clearly obvious that they weren't prepared to bring a group of tributes onto a train heading to the districts. It had felt a little spur of the moment, and the excitement of the escorts and stylists didn't help that.
So now she was going to take some time to watch the scenery. Wishing she'd brought a book or something, she took a seat near the window. Instead of the scenery, though, she watched this guy.
"You're pretty new, aren't you?" She asked him, legs folded under her, with her head on her hand. "I'm not sure if we've been formally introduced yet."
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"I am. I just arrived at the time of the crowning..." And he'd not really gone out of his way to meet people afterward. Getting the vague idea of this world, getting around and so on had been more important. And looking futilely for ways out. "I'm Kain Highwind."
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"Oh. I'm sorry about that." Cindy laughed, giving him a grin. "Not one of their better ones. I could have done without sharing some dream space with everyone else." There was something wrong with having other people in her head. Or vice-versa.
The whole thing had been terrible. "A pleasure, Kain. I'm Cindy. I don't think I'm too late to welcome you to this crazy, wonderful world of ours." A sarcastic stress put onto 'wonderful'. Because... no.
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"It's a better welcome than they can apparently give. I cannot stop wondering what they truly intend to gain out of sending us on this little journey?" Not that he minds all that much, in some way... "Even if it is a change of scenery."
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"This is a whole different ball game they have going now." Cindy replied, looking at Kain. "I have some ideas of why they're sending us out now, but none of them are good. And some of them shouldn't even be spoken out loud. It's like the Red Scare all over again, taken to an extreme."
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How many others have gone through similar in this case, he wonders. He has no doubts, either, that the Capitol has sinister motives for doing all of this.
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This guy had no idea, and maybe the Capitol didn't, either. "Nothing like this. I mean... the Red Scare didn't have anything like this, the whole killing thing and forcing districts to sacrifice their kids for entertainment. Not in this</> way, anyway. That whole thing was just about people always listening." Maybe he didn't know, and Cindy tapped her nails against the glass. "What, the government in your world didn't keep a list of people who might be spies?"
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He folds his arms and continues. "And elsewhere... I've also been taken to another world, and forced to fight in an unending series of battles. The war between Chaos and Cosmos. It had its similarities." Although that too also lacked this whole entertainment angle. That's the part about all of this that he hates the most, really.
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Maybe it was through magic. "I've never heard of someone replacing a king and no one being the wiser. Hasn't ever happened in my world." The Mundy world. Never happened there, not yet. "The war between Chaos and Cosmos? So this is... more normal for you then for some."
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"He was heavily cloaked under an illusion of some sort. It was strong enough magic that not even his best warriors knew the difference. Although some among us began to notice his strange behavior eventually." The attacks on the innocent, the obsession with the crystals... Kain is rather appalled that even he hadn't seen it as strange, at first. "Anyway, when I first arrived here, I kept assuming this place was similar to their war... and in some ways, it is. Overall, though, there's much that differs greatly."
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"So how did you... stop him?" She waved a hand around, though she was interested. She couldn't hide that, and he could probably tell. Just like a fairytale, right? Maybe this was just another tale that she'd never heard of.
Shaking her head, trying to ignore that for a moment. "Sort of, sure, though I'm pretty sure some people were just not great people already." Cindy shrugged. "So, what's different? Not counting politics, I guess."
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"He was defeated in battle. Since he was the elemental fiend of water, his weaknesses would have been obvious to exploit. But he was only the minion of another, stronger force. Our world has been through considerable difficulty recently." Though they'd triumphed, hadn't they? In some ways, Kain still didn't feel like it was truly over. Perhaps that was part of why he'd had to leave. He couldn't join in their celebrations. "I was surprised when I found myself in that other world's war, soon after. It seems there's never any true rest... Anyway, the difference in that world was that we were directly fighting the true enemy. That, and we had our memories removed of each cycle."
It meant he had no idea how many times he or his comrades may have fallen. The only one he remembers is the last cycle. He has to wonder if it would really make it any better, if they forgot each arena here. As for the true enemy... most of Chaos' warriors had belonged there, he was certain, but then there were people like Giolbez... it was complicated.
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