thecapitol | open spectator log because why not

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open spectator log because why not

Who| Anyone who wants to spectate but doesn't want to make a million logs
What| Spectations, spectactling, spectalary. Gathering together to cross fingers and watch the mini arena.
Where| The Commons
When| All through the mini-arena. However many hours people feel the need to watch.
Warnings/Notes| Watching your friends die, kind of a huge bummer.

In one of the many tasteful bursts of helpfulness the Capitolites are prone to having, the commons are full of bowls of snacks and drinks. Popcorn or many varieties, candy and drinks are spread across the table, as if it's a delightful addition to the decorum right now. In another bout of helpfulness, there's also over a dozen tissue boxes spread across the room, nested between couches and chairs. Basically, it's all super tasteful.

It's probably a little sickening watching the Arena on the screens in the common room, but it's hard not to keep a close eye on your friends. Surely some people will opt to keep their viewing in private, but perhaps others are inclined to gravitate toward other people while this shit goes all the way down.

As far as parties go, this one is a real stinker.

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"Cool. It sound prettier than Sandy anyway. I just think of sand in someone's asscrack or something."

Mindy scoffed. "Oh come on. You look out for each other, and you probably still will after this right? You just have to get the hang of the way things are everywhere else."

It was hard not to roll her eyes at that comment.

"Mom always said it was because Dad thought he was so funny naming his daughter after his super power." Not that Sandy ever asked him why he'd named her that.

"Of course I'm gonna do my best to help her. But it's mostly her looking after me. I don't think she'll ever need me as much as I need her." Even when it came to modern technology and the way the world worked. Pruna was such a quick learner that Sandy could only help so much.

"If she wins she'll hate having to go to all the parties. But at least the stylists stopped trying to make her wear uncomfortable shoes."

She thought it was funny anyway.

"I don't think you told me what your dad's power was."

He wasn't the Sandman, was he?

"You never know. Just because she might not need you for some things doesn't means she won't for others. You might be just the lookout she needs later on on the games. If she comes back from this a winner, of course."

Sandy realized that on the whole she hadn't told anyone much about her father. He'd been gone for so long a part of her worried she was forgetting him.

"He could turn into sand...which sounds really lame but it's not." she tried feebly to defend him. "He could become as big as a house or melt down into a small pile and slip under doors and stuff. He could change his shape, his face, different colors and make his hands into different shapes too."

Not that he had that much use for his powers when Sandy knew him.

"When they made super powers illegal he hid his powers and mine. But when we were alone he'd show me and we'd play games."

"Unless you told me he turned into a rubber chicken I wouldn't say it was lame. Sand is a part of rock, and that's pretty much being able to affect minerals. It's not Superman, but come on. It's a power to be feared."

Hell, she was sure she'd heard of him before.

"What happened to him? He still around in your world?"

Feared, yeah that was a word for it.

"Well, Dad was a bad guy for a long time. He told me about it, but then one day he decided to go straight. Clean up his act." She shook her head.

"Too little too late. When the Mayor made metahumans illegal they came and took him away. I haven't seen him since I was five." She paused.

"Well I saw him once...right before I came here. He was fighting Spider-man." She added hastily "A hero from my world. He went away a long time but then he came back. But he was just an old man..."

A deep breath as she forced herself to remember the horrible night.

"He and a bunch of bad guys killed Spider-man. Then I ran away."

Mindy chuckled. "Yeah, trust me, I know who Spider Man is. He's one of the most popular comic book guys in my world. But wait. If your old man went good, why did he and those thugs kill Spider Man at all?"

Obviously she would query about other things later.

Sandy's eyebrow quirked in curiosity but she didn't ask about how a hero from her world was a comic book in another. It seemed a moot point really.

"I don't know. It was this whole thing, dragging Spider-man out of retirement, my friend hacked the TVs in time square and all the TVs in the city to broadcast the fight and reveal who he was under the mask. Then my friend got stabbed by a giant guy with a big knife and I ran."

It really was. It would freak Mindy out, of course, to know that she herself was not exempt from this.

"Jesus. Sounds like something out of The Watchmen. Peter Parker gets stabbed, kinda like Night Owl. Sorry. D about your friend. Did your dad make it out ok?"

She shrugged.

"He was with the guys who killed Spider-man so...probably? I dunno. At least the rain didn't seem to be bothering him. I thought it might make him mushy but nothing seemed to change."

She looked thoughtful.

"I don't think he even noticed me...or if he did he didn't know who I was."

Mindy looked surprised.

"How's your dad not going to recognize you? He's your dad."

"Yeah but I haven't seen him in like...six years."

It felt heavier when she put an actual number to it.

"And who knows what happened to him in prison?"

"Normally you find out, I guess. Oh well. Everyone is different. If it was my family, I'd want them to see me, prison or not."

Mindy knew this all too well.

Sandy winced at that feeling her stomach knot up.

"Well it's not like I could just walk down the street and pay him a visit. Mom said we couldn't see him ever again."

But now suddenly she was feeling guilty that she hadn't tried harder. Then again she'd done alot of things in the last year she'd never thought she was capable of.

"A lot of adults say shit to me all the time. It doesn't mean I give a fuck what they say, not if I want it bad enough."

Which was not to say anything specific about Sandy. The two of them were very different people, after all.

"Do you still feel like that now, that you don't want to see him?"

"I...dunno." She had started decisively but was confused.

"I don't know, I wanted to see him when I was little but I didn't know where to look. And when I finally found him he was with those guys...doing what they did." She hung her head and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Like it even matters. I'd have to go home first and if I go home I'll just get eaten by the monsters anyway."

Her world hadn't been in the best shape when she left.

"Oh yeah. The old comic standby that everything gritty leads to unanswered questions. But you know, maybe you have a point. Who would want to see what became of your parent after you're not there anymore?"

It sounded like shit for Sandy, honestly. She felt bad for her, even if she wouldn't say it out loud.

"Hey, for all you know he might appear here. I mean, he's still alive, so its possible, right?"

There was some part of her that resented being thought of as a comic book character. But it seemed like a waste to argue about it right now.

"Even if he was dead, the Capitol's brought people back form the dead before." But she still wasn't sure how she'd feel about seeing him again.

"He might not be like I remember...I know I'm not like he remembers anymore." This was getting depressing.

"I know," Mindy said. "The new girl in my District is supposed to be dead, and was convinced she was going to be. Wouldn't listen to otherwise."

Ok, that was definitely a downer. So Mindy took a blue drink and pushed it into Sandy's hand.

"Drink Cassie! We can talk about sad shit later!"

Sandy took the drink and offered a cynical glance, was this where they were now? Trusting in alcohol to make it all easier?

Well she wasn't sick yet. So she tilted her head back and let the awful tasting burning poison flow down her throat to her stomach where it crashed in like a stone and set fire to her blood. Her face flushed and she let out a lovely burp.

"Or never, never is good."

Oh shut up Sandy. Mindy wasn't interested in your judgmental face right now. Nor was she into thinking about ramifications. DRINK!

She laughed when Sandy burped, then took a shot herself. God, this was awful, burned the whole way down.

"It'll come up somehow. Whether we want it to or not. But whatever. Hey, did you see their laser tag down there?"

She nodded and her vision was starting to fuzz at the corners.

"Pruna an' I did it. She's really good." She had scored decently herself but not as well as pruna.

"I'm surprised they didn't use real lasers."

"I'm not surprised. Pruna is probably a good shot."

Which was exactly why she hadn't let her keep the gun.

"That would have been fucking crazy. And expensive."

Woo. The room was spinning. Mindy let out a small giggle.

She let out a rude noise with her lips.

"Like they give two shits about safety or money."

Why even consider money given how much they must spend on each arena?

"True, but it has to have a purpose. They don't do it for shits and giggles unless its fully syndicated. What would be the fun in that, right?"

Nope. Not bitter at all.

"Anyway, they've hardly use firearms from what I saw, and I can guess why."

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