WHO | Adel, Some, and OPEN
WHAT | Adel runs into Some on the rooftop of the training center.
WHEN | Shortly after her death.
WHERE | Training center.
WARNINGS / NOTES | Talk of death, talk of eating people.

She'd awoken to a lab-like environment, alive and intact. The humans had needed to sedate her soon after. The next time she woke it was in the quarters of her suite. The room was built for a human, not an andalite. What purpose could she possibly have for a closet? A shower? A bed? She had left once and only once, and that was when she saw part of the video playback from the most recent Games.

A familiar eight-legged creature was bearing down on a human woman, tearing into her. Consuming.

She'd rushed back to her quarters and there she had stayed since. But hunger was beckoning now. The rooftop was a quiet place that promised both peace and food by way of it's lush gardens full of grass, and so that's where she headed.

Who| Ian and open
What| Ian's wandering around the training centre
Where| Training centre: central commons
When| Just after arena 5's finished and after the Valentine's Day plot
Warnings/Notes| None

Being told he was to participate in a death match was odd enough, but then finding himself being able to wander around a very luxurious hotel was even odder. It didn't seem to fit. And worse there were people with notepads interviewing and people asking for autographs. As much as Ian was glad to be able to slip past without notice, he still didn't like it. And he kept half-expecting the Daleks to turn up.

Having decided that perhaps it was best to hide away from all these people, he made it back to the lift. But he wasn't so sure about going back to the suite either, so he pressed down, thinking of going as far down as possible. As he waited for the lift, he looked back over his shoulder, a worried expression on his face.

WHO| Wyatt and Maximus
WHAT| Gossiping like two little old ladies.
WHERE| The Speakeasy
WHEN| Late afternoon. After Valentine's Day. Let's say a couple days after.
WARNINGS| They'll be discussing the contents of the latest Celebrus. Possibly the Valentine's Day shenanigans? So talk of sex slaves, violence, and possibly drug related stuff.

While he couldn't remember drinking anything, Wyatt had spent the past day or so nursing one hell of a wicked hangover. The worst one he'd had in - well, since the time his brothers first introduced him to bourbon.

He hid away in his room, nursin' his pounding head, cursing' his own damn foolishness (what else could it have been?), and waitin' for it to pass.

Which it did slowly. And painfully.

One hell of a lesson learned.

Now he was finally back amongst the living, at his favorite table at The Speakeasy. (The girl at the bar under strict instructions to watch his intake today.) A deck of well-worn cards at his elbow.

Normally he'd already have them out and would be dealing to anybody who fancied a game, but just then he was buried in the strangely glossy paper somebody previous had left behind.

A paper that had his name in it. That was sayin' all kinds of things about him.

He read slowly, and carefully, his mouth thinning as he went.

WHO| Howard and OPEN
WHAT| Howard tries to prepare for the next arena.
WHERE| The Speakeasy
WHEN| A couple days after Valentine's day.
WARNINGS| Post-trauma, so some recollections of death.

( And now we try to forge ourselves anew. )