open spectator log because why not

[shenunigans]

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.

Comments

[ka_sera_sera]

"I'll keep that in mind, sai Merriman." He retrieves his hand, and finds it both functional and whole. Well, whole as it ever was. Sending the two fingered right hand, instead of the left one, to be shaken by a grip composed seemingly of small boulders probably wasn't much of a risk. It had, though, been a slightly strange experience. "I'm sure I'll see you again. Soon, depending on how long this lasts."

[paidinbeer]

"Hopefully not too soon." He sighed ruefully. Because the sooner things ended here the sooner they were likely to get thrust into another arena.

And once again Orc would be tasked with saving the lives of people he'd failed time and time again.

[ka_sera_sera]

He frowns. "I don't take your meaning." Roland's learned how things work here, at least some of the time, but this is the first arena he's seen. He hasn't been here long enough to be thinking of next time - only afterward.

[paidinbeer]

Orc hadn't been counting on that and he rubbed at his arm feeling awkward.

"Well...I mean the way things work around here we might be in the arena next time we see each other. And no one likes being in the arena."

Because sometimes fighting was the only option there.

[ka_sera_sera]

Roland nods and eyes him, trying to imagine such a meeting. "No hard feelings either way, if we do." He means it. Cruelty is one thing, but death? Necessary killing? That's quite another, and he understands it well enough.

[paidinbeer]

"Agreed." He tilted his head in acknowledgment. He hoped more people would grow to feel that way in case something else triggered his aggression and made him lash out in the arena.

He still had nightmares of the way he had yelled at Ellie before she stabbed him in the face.

[ka_sera_sera]

Roland nods, acknowledging a proposal made and agreed, then turns away again, wrists crossed over the back of the couch. It's good to have made at least an alliance of a sort, even though he's not been putting as much effort toward that sort of thing as he probably should be. He's certainly not going to start putting effort toward it now, not today with Detta's disembodied voice blaring in his ears, but this has been a start.