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.

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[shenunigans]

"Cool. I've had it up to here with aliens." He gestures vaguely upwards to illustrate his point in the laziest and most uninspired manner possible. "Texas. Thank you please." You wouldn't know it from hearing him, though. He's spent most of his life trying to ditch any hint of an accent.

"So, uh, what's life like back home for you?"

[smarterthanthem]

Texas. That was a few states over, she thought. "Can't say I ever met any aliens." she smiled for a moment.

The question has Clementine looking down at the chips, "It's uh... not great. I don't think you'd want to visit there."

[shenunigans]

"There's a couple here for sure. I know them from my verse." He says that with an incredibly casual air. "They don't bite. Much. But they're assholes anyway." He warns, and it's hard to say whether he's joking.

"If it helps, the entire Earth is destroyed where I'm from. If I'm real with you, I've been living on a meteor for a few years." He shrugs. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, though. Doesn't matter much now."

[smarterthanthem]

"... I'm not sure what to say to that." Clementine says after a few moments, because she really doesn't. At least the Earth is still there for her.

"I don't mind. It's just the way things are, what's weird is being somewhere where Walkers aren't."

[shenunigans]

"Don't worry, I've been working at it for five years and I still don't have a witty way to sum it up. It'll come to me eventually, I'm sure." And he just stares off into the distance for a long moment to illustrate his point, breezing past the severity of the story.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure most people walk around here." He raises a brow, trying to coax her into elaborating without outright asking.

[smarterthanthem]

Clementine watches him and decides not to press either. People would either tell you or they wouldn't, pressing usually meant they got angry.

"No, not like that." and it's weird to have to explain the term. While Walkers certainly isn't the only name the dead had come to be known by it was the most common. "Dead people. A few years back they started getting up, started killing anything else that wasn't dead. It's what we call them."