Who| The Psiioniic, the other trolls, and YOU! It might lean heavily towards trolls, but anyone is welcome to join them!
What| Watching the final week of the Games.
Where| The Training Center common area.
When| Final week!
Warnings/Notes| Trolls everywhere. And also mentions of violence, death, and etc in passing.
( the psiioniic even made a sign for the party )

Who| Ian and open
What| Ian wakes up after his death in the arena and is reminded of what he did there
Where| Training centre - central commons
When| During the last week of the arena
Warnings/Notes| None so far

Ian woke up, which was a surprise in itself. An assessment of his injuries revealed he had none, which was the second surprise. After lying in bed for a while, looking up at the ceiling, he could only conclude that he'd been taken out of the arena before he died from blood loss. Either the technology here was very good or he'd been kept asleep for a long time. He hoped it wasn't the latter and was curious about the former.

He ventured out, feeling tired, but not feeling any of his former injuries. The central commons, it turned out, wasn't the best place to choose. He'd barely got through the door when a journalist shoved a microphone and camera in his face and asked, "We loved your sword fighting. Can you tell us where you learned it?"

A screen nearby was showing one of Ian's fights. One where he killed someone. He'd fought before and he killed before, but for good reason - generally because his or someone else's life was in danger. But there were people he'd killed in the arena for no good reason. There had felt like one at the time, but now those reasons seemed petty.

He went pale and shook his head, looking around in the hopes of seeing someone who could rescue him from this interview.

Who | Sigma Klim, Akane Kurashiki and you!
What | Sigma breaks into the District 7 Suites like a maniac, and then meets with Akane.
Where | District 7 Suites, and later heading towards the District 2 Suites.
When | Final days of the Arena.
Warnings/Notes | Kyle's mun is on Hiatus at the moment, and so Kyle hasn't been "resurrected" yet.

( Killed each other, and came to life. )

Who| Pruna and open
What| Pruna watches the man who killed her fall. Then discovers something about herself. Feel free to tag either prompt
Where| A lounge area
When| As this and this are shown live.
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of violence and death. Small child delighting in death.

( She wasn't even mad anymore )

Who| Kate Bishop & open
What| Sparring and socializing
Where| The Training Center and common areas
When| Presently
Warnings/Notes| N/A? I apologize for my lack of speed, I'm battling a hand injury after I put this up, so typing is slow-going.

( I never thought I could fail. )

WHO | Danny Williams and John Watson [Closed]
WHAT | John and Danny eat popcorn and accidently catch Sherlock's death on TV.
WHEN | Right before Sherlock DIES.
WHERE | Suite 02.
WARNINGS / NOTES | John and Danny sorta MSTing the death of Sherlock? Danny stealth checking up oh John since Sherlock isn't around and would be shit at it anyway.

( So! You've survived your first arena! What are you going to do? I'm going to Disney World? Umm... What? )

WHO | Dr. Grey [OPEN]
WHAT | Grey has a breakdown after the events of Arena 06.
WHEN | After Arena 06.
WHERE | Suite 02.
WARNINGS / NOTES | None other than that I won't be offended if no one wants to poke the crazy man having a fit.

There's a moment of calm after Grey shuts the door to his room, leans back against it. It seems to stretch on forever, and he's hardly even aware he's moved when he's suddenly at the nightstand, tearing the lamp there from the wall and throwing it against the reinforced glass window of the room. The nightstand itself is the next victim of his assault, thrown over with everything on it before he's grabbed the standing lamp and torn that away too, crashing it into the panel for the closet so that sparks fly in every direction. He's a quarter way through tearing apart his bedsheets when exhaustion suddenly reaches up and pulls him to the floor.

He sits against the side of the bed with hands on either side of his head, fingers pressed into his skull as if they were the only thing keeping it together.