In here it feels like Battle Royale meets the Truman Show [OPEN]

[arrogantalloy]

WHO| Everyone not in the mini-arena
WHAT| Not all the tributes are in this little event, but that doesn't mean they can't see what's going on.
WHEN| During the mini-arena
WHERE| Tesserae
WARNINGS| They're watching the arena, there may be talk of gore/dismemberment/death.

Tesserae is always at its liveliest when there is an arena full of tributes to mame. Mini-arenas unsurprisingly bring in more, mostly due to the fact that there are tributes that aren't in this arena and some tend to gravitate towards Tesserae to watch the proceedings.

Today was showing to be good for business with many people, citizens and tributes alike where in watching or making an obvious attempt to not watch while occasionally sneaking glances.

Anyone who comes in can see there's always space at the bar and the tables never seem to be occupied for too long before moving to somewhere else to get a better view of the expected carnage.

Comments

[arrogantalloy]

His head slips towards her and raises an eyebrow at what's lined up in front of her before drinking his own concoction.

"Titanic. The movie took longer to watch than the actual ship the movie was about took to sink after it hit the iceberg. Second highest grossing movie of all time from my world, so take that how you will. Still didn't get DeCaprio his oscar."

[earthborn]

"Yeah, I'm not familiar with that one. But I sat through about four hours of Elcor Hamlet once, so..." Critical darling, praised far and wide, the ultimate in boredom chique, "Best nap I ever had. Not so sure about this, though."

Really gonna be hard to watch.

"You, uh...rooting for anyone in particular?"

[arrogantalloy]

Tony contemplates her for a moment, yeah she really doesn't seem like someone who could sit through productions, especially something along the lines of shakespeare. She's far too active for that.

Not that Tony would sit through it all that willingly either. He looks back at the screen as she brings up this arena isn't really something to nap through, and at her question he sniffs indifferently.

"Is there really a point to 'root' for anyone in there?" He answers sarcastically, after all he was there to watch Steve, or at least try too. Though despite Steve's constant assertions that they're a team, Tony still doesn't want people to know he might actually care about people who aren't him, here.

[earthborn]

"Let me rephrase," Maybe it was a little too subtle for him, or maybe he was deliberately misunderstanding her, "I'm here to watch my friend, Thane Krios, die. He's too much of an asshole to win while he can."

Or rather, he was too good a man to abandon the rest of them to the arenas. That hadn't always been true, but-- it was, now. Or, at least, he was trying to make it the truth. Maybe that was the only real difference between good and evil.

"...You?"

[arrogantalloy]

"I have to be watching someone?" He takes a drink to add to his appearance of not caring.

"I could just be here trying to see the appeal of the arena from the outside this time. It's not beyond the realm of imagination." He looks down at his drink. "Also, the rum is surprisingly good here." Tony adds with a remarkable amount of honesty, because the rum really was pretty decent here.

[earthborn]

"Bullshit," She replied, with neither heat nor hesitation, "...Alright, the rum is fine, but the rest... bull."

In fact, she'll be having some. Give that bottle here, you ass.

"You're not enjoying this. I know what fun looks like, and you're not it."

[arrogantalloy]

He pulls a sour face at the bullshit call but still passes the bottle over.

"I'll have you know that I am known for being the life of the party. Even here, I was at all the parties after I died."

Well he was mostly drunk at them, but that counts, right?

[earthborn]

"Being known for something and it being true are two very different things," She poured, insomuch as it was possible to so do, sarcastically, "Trust me, I'm a genocidal murderer hellbent on revenge. Or, the Hero of the Citadel, Savior of the Galaxy, or some bullshit. Depending on who you ask."

...Hey, this is good Rum. Let's drink it even faster.

"Or maybe I'm just pissed off."

[arrogantalloy]

Well, she had a point and Tony knew it. That doesn't mean however he was going to admit to that in the slightest.

"Right now, I'm thinking the third one has a certain amount of weight to it. But you're the one who's holding the bottle, so you can pick."

He gives her a smirk.

[earthborn]

She gave him a long, measuring look. And thought about it. The Rum hadn't get begun to slow her down, but in a few minutes it would.

A guessing game? Fine. Shep likes guessing games.

"It's Rogers, isn't it?" Shepard gestured at him with the bottle, sloshing threateningly, and probably bruising the flavor. Or was that only for wine? Hell if she knew, "Yeah, gotta be. Barbie and Ken."

[arrogantalloy]

He doesn't asnwer her when she first guesses, simply drinks from his glass instead. Until she brings up Ken and Barbie comment.

"Really? You're still clinging to that?" He eyes the bottle as it sloshes about but makes no move to take it off her.

[earthborn]

"Till the day you die, Stark," And oh that's triumph. Not hearing a denial in there, Tony, "Since it bothers you so much."

[arrogantalloy]

Why deny when you can just avoid the question altogether?

"So what you're saying. I just until the next arena?" He gives her a shrewd look.

"It's only 'bothering' me because it's not accurate."

[earthborn]

"Nicknames don't have to be accurate, Barbie," She'll smirk at his mention of their frequent deaths. You can avoid the question all you want, but not giving an answer is also an answer; this is as good a distraction from the vid feed as it gets, "They just have to be sort of demeaning and cute."

[arrogantalloy]

"Considering all the ways I've heard people say 'Stark' I think it suits your nicknaming benchmarks."

He drains the glass then moves it towards her, a silent attempt to ask her for a top up as she has possession of the bottle.

"That, or you've been in space so long that hypoxia's getting to you."

[earthborn]

She's friendly enough. Have your refill, Tony, you may need it.

"I got spaced, once. Can't recommend it," The true face of Hypoxia, "But I think I could recognize the signs of a bad filter."

[arrogantalloy]

He pulls the glass back and drinks.

"Kind of done it myself. I know it's not exactly the thrill ride is sounds like it would be."

He gives a glance at the screen as commentators some to get excited about something but it doesn't hold his interest. Mostly because it doesn't seem to involve anyone he cares enough about to remember.

[earthborn]

"Wouldn't have pegged you for a spacer, Stark," Shepard hadn't spent more than a few months in the same star-system in living memory, at least not until this bloodsport-themed little adventure they were all currently living through. If she wasn't born a spacer, she certainly was one now, "How'd it happen?"

[arrogantalloy]

"Wasn't on purpose." He says with a dismissive abruptness, as he stares into his glass. "There was a portal above New York and a nuke was coming our way to 'eliminate the threat'" He rolls his eyes at his own statement. "So I grabbed it and took it through, turns out space was on the other side of that little wormhole."

He rolls his shoulders slowly. Even though he's managed to work around most of his PTSD about the wormhole, and is more comfortable with talking about it, but that being said it still gives him a deeply unsettled feeling.