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thecapitol2014-04-03 11:48 pm
shenunigans) wrote in thecapitol2014-04-03 11:48 pm
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.
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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"I guess so?"
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"Did I ever get a name..?" He quirks a brow at him, trying to seamlessly change the subject. Alliances, Dave. You were meant to be making alliances.
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"I'm Orc." He added so that the issue was fixed. Whoever this guy was he seemed nice enough.
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"Dave." He points his thumb at himself. "I'm the new kid on the blech, I guess. You been here long, Orc?"
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"Three arenas. Got eaten by a giant sand worm, a girl stabbed me through the brain with a spear, and this last time I let my girlfriend turn me into a zombie."
That was leaving out being poisoned, and that Shepard had blown up his zombie self pretty amazingly.
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"That's..uh. That's really rough." Wow, he is really goddamn good at this. "Does it get any easier? The repetitive dying thing."
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"Probably not." He reasons with a shrug of his massive shoulders, "I already wanted to die before I got here...but I was too much of a coward back home to kill myself. It's easier to die here though."
On some level Orc was aware of how utterly depressing that was, but he was finding it difficult to care.