Boom boom boom

[gamemakers]

Who| ALL people who call the Tribute center home, and anyone who might have been there on business.
What| Lock down
Where| Around the Capitol, and in the Tribute Center.
When| Feel free to tag in if you died any time in the first 3 weeks. (So if you die tomorrow, you can feel free to back tag in, if you like)
Warnings/Notes| Use this post both for threads before, around the city, and after the Peacekeepers and Avoxes gather everyone. More information about the state of the city after this will come tomorrow in the Deathroll. If your tribute character is out and about, they should expect Peacekeepers to escort them back within 15-20 minutes (and you can feel free to handwave the peacekeepers)

The people lurking around the docks, wearing plain clothes, rough clothes, might stand out among the Capitol Citizens if 'District chic' wasn't a style that came and went on a regular basis. As it was, they barely stood out, people trying too hard to look like they didn't belong and that they did, at the same time. 

Sorta like everyone else around them. It was hard to act suspicious in the Capitol.

It was a bit strange, people getting on the Shore to Shore boat dressed like that. Not normally what anyone would consider club wear, but 'normal' was not highly regarded around these parts.

However, it wasn't long after the boat had left the dock that it made it's grand exit.

In an explosion that sent a fireball high into the night sky, lighting up the bay, and sending high waves lapping at the shore, the boat was obliterated. Rescue operation were swift, but there just wasn't much left to rescue.

Siren's filled the city, automated voices urging people from every street corner to return home, lock the doors, stay inside. And for the Tributes wandering the city, it was more then automated urging. Those in the Tribute training center were gather up by Avoxes, and brought down to the common room, the elevator refusing to work for anyone who wasn't in the process of gathering up Tributes, Mentors, Stylist...anyone lingering in the building.

Those Tributes not already at home found themselves flanked by Peacekeepers and escorted back, deposited in the same common room, and told to wait. 

Eventually, hours later, everyone was cleared and the elevator opened, although the front doors still refused to allow anyone out without a special clearance no one was being offered. A recorded voice told them emergency alert instructions would be available for them in the morning. And then their doors locked behind them for the night.

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COMMON ROOM

[gamemakers]

[buildingreality]

Ariadne had just wanted to get out a little. She meant nothing by it, just a little bit of research so she could figure out exactly what kinds of buildings she should be sketching out in order to perhaps get recognised for her abilities. It wasn't the same level of creativity that she was used to, but even now, the memories of the job were starting to fade. The need to build dreams wasn't quite there any more.

But it had all been cut abruptly short by a really unfortunate siren screaming out through the city, and then she'd found herself none too kindly escorted back to a common room. She made no secret of not liking the way they were treating her - one Peacekeeper had taken to gripping her arm until they made it there, only letting go once they got in and there was no chance of escape. She kept her remarks to herself, however, glad they let her keep her pencils and sketchbook so as least to amuse herself until further notice.

Pursing her mouth and rubbing the spot on her arm where the Peacekeeper had been holding her, Ariadne slowly moved into the room, taking a seat somewhere comfortable and settling herself in.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot had to admit he was relieved to have his date interrupted, especially when the Peacekeepers escorted him to the common room of the Training Center rather than back to see that bitch. He walked over and sat down next to Ariadne. They hadn't really had a chance to speak since her coronation. At least here it wouldn't look too odd.

"Are ya all right?" he asked, noting the way she rubbed her arm.

[buildingreality]

"Fine," she replied, unable to keep a faint thread of annoyance from her voice. Her eyes were still on the Peacekeeper in question, unreadable but less than pleased with the man. Eventually, she turned her eyes over to Eliot, still frowning a little; she let her expression soften a tiny bit then, though. It was true - it had been a while since they'd spoken. She felt like she barely even knew him anymore. Possibly for the best; she didn't know.

"You?"

[retrieverchef]

He followed her glare to the peacekeeper in question. It wasn't really a surprise. "Fine other than having my date cut short," he replied as if he was annoyed instead of grateful. "Ya heard what's going on yet?"

[hasacondition]

He'd woken up disoriented with a headache, which wasn't necessarily something unfamiliar to him. The only problem was that it shouldn't have happened here, but sure enough, the last thing he remembers clearly is falling, and then a sudden surge, and him hoping he'd break his neck when he hit the ground.

That's not the last thing he remembers, but the rest is just impressions, just enough to prove that his hopes were totally shattered. A few faces, cold and bright lights and a sort of pain that shouldn't exist, and then he really can't remember anything else before waking up here.

He was so completely fucked.

It wasn't enough for them to mess around and somehow accomplish what even he couldn't; then they had to toy with him and bring it back, and now this entire rotten country saw him tearing up inside the arena. He couldn't even escape by being boring anymore.

He's been avoiding people a lot more than usual, turning his head away whenever he sees anyone, and especially steering clear from anyone he remembers from the flashes. Especially the ones from back home. He was very, very good at making himself difficult to find when he had a mind for it, even in unfamiliar locations.

And then of course they had to bring everyone into one big room and lock them all inside. He should be paying attention, trying to figure out what happened to get the people in charge so scared, but he's spending all his time trying to stay away from people instead, hanging back from the crowd and trying to tune out the television. It's a lot harder when there's nowhere else to go, but that doesn't stop him from trying to meander around the room anyway to avoid the people he especially doesn't want to talk to, even if it means bumping into other people instead.

[tailforbrains]

Neeshka had not been pleased to be dragged back in here, especially since she'd almost-- almost!-- gotten her hands on a really fat-looking wallet when the peacekeepers had swooped down on her. She'd been half-certain they'd caught her at it, the whole way back to the training center, at least until she spotted a dozen other Tributes down here, too.

That helped her relax a bit.

About the only one in there just then who wasn't someone she either very much didn't want to talk to, or else looked totally forbidding, was one burly guy with glasses. So she sidled over and asked, sidelong, tail flicking behind her, "So what's going on? Why'd they haul us all back?"

[hasacondition]

He glanced at the tail-- he'd seen weirder, and it seemed like it wasn't unusual in this place, but he'd always been sick of people acting like they never noticed his own little problem, so he made a point of not looking away guiltily when he turned his attention to her.

He toyed with one leg of his glasses as he looked around the room for the Peacekeepers. Talking freely was probably impossible, but he could at least try and hide it a little. "They're not telling us. It's probably something big-- they've never done this before?"

[tailforbrains]

Actually, the staring was what Neeshka was more used to. The pointedly not looking away but not-quite-staring was a little weirder, but she was getting used to more varied reactions to the obvious signs of demon blood.

"Nope, not that I remember. I mean, they drag us places all the time, but usually they don't do it with guns, you know?" She flicked a glance to the nearest peacekeepers, herself, and kept her voice low-ish, at least. "Just fancy clothes and insistent mentor-types."

[from_a_distance]

Well there was someone Clint definitely wanted to be keeping an eye on. He didn't wait for Bruce to bump into him before heading over to him, making sure not to sneak up on the guy.

"How's it going, doc?"

[hasacondition]

He sees Clint approaching him, but given that none of them are going to be able to get out of this room for the time being, he might as well save himself some dodging around time and get this over with. It's not like he expected to avoid them forever.

"Agent Barton," he says with a smile like he's resigned himself to the fact that he's not getting out of this conversation. "Welcome to Panem."

[pursuitofcappiness]

Sorry Banner, them's the breaks. While Bruce has been actively avoiding Steve, Steve has been actively looking for Bruce. So when they're all cornered in a little area, he waves his hand to get Bruce's attention and makes his way over. His sight might not be Clint's, but he locks on and there's nowhere to go.

"Hey," he says, hand on Bruce's shoulder in a friendly, assured manner. "How are you doing? Are you feeling alright?"

[hasacondition]

He smiles miserably, like he knows he's stuck here, and stands his ground, tapping his fingers together idly.

"Yeah, great, I love waking up after pulling stunts like that on television," he says, glancing quickly away from Steve to the screen in the room before settling on the crowd, which, peacekeepers with weapons and all, is actually the least dangerous thing to look at.

"...Sorry. We woke up." There's that, at least-- they're alive.

[downbeat]

Katurian was crouched in the corner of the common area. Vomiting.

He monopolized the only trash can, his hands gripping the plastic rim up around his face as he struggled for air (cough wheeze c-c-cough gasp gasp gasp wheeze) and control. His eyes were sunken-in and dark like bruised fruit. His skin was the color of an eggshell.

[vissernone]

Eva never really has had a heart of stone. She knows it looks suspicious to fraternize with other District's Tributes, but if they're all going to be on lockdown she might as well offer some help to the poor man retching his guts up into a wastebin.

She kneels by his side with a towel she's wet in warm water. She almost reaches over to rub his back, but as she doesn't especially like being touched without warning, she affords him the same courtesy.

She hums Amazing Grace, giving a dramatic pause and a smirk that manages to still be sympathetic on 'wretch like me'. She likes puns.

[downbeat]

He calms.

It happens in degrees. A longer breath here. A less violent tremor there. He recognizes the song from so many years ago, from the part of his childhood when the world was still beautiful, when he believed in angels and miracles and everything working out for the best. He manages a laugh once she hits the wretch like me line, although it sounds somewhat like a cough. A cry.

He is unused to comfort. It's been so long.

[mudbloodhater]

Draco was managing to stay remarkably quiet where he sat on one side of a couch, eyeing everyone else around him. It wasn't a judging stare (except that it sort of was), but mere observation. He hadn't complained nearly as much as most of the others, perhaps because he had only just come back from that latest death. And he'd be damned if that hadn't pissed him off. Howard was number one on his shitlist now, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't thinking of good ways to kill off the other boy first chance he got.

His cheek was propped up in one hand, and though he hardly exuded a welcoming feel, he could have been far less inviting.

[mannersmatter]

Effie sank down on the couch next to him, marking off a little check next to his name on her tablet with her finger tip.

She looked more worried than Effie had yet to manage in so far as Draco had known her.

"I can't believe this is happening."

[mudbloodhater]

Glancing over to her, but not really moving much from where he sat, Draco's eyebrows lifted a little. "Are you all right?" he asked after a moment, sitting up a bit straighter, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever else was on that tablet.

[makeflowersgrow]

Eponine stopped about a foot away from Draco's feet, just out of easy grabbing range. Just in case. She was twisting her hands nervously as she approached Draco. She'd seen the death clip, and her heart had sank.

"Monsieur? I am sorry for what Howard did. I did not ask him to hurt you."

It sounded awkward, stilted even in her flowery French accent. What was it? A plea for forgiveness? She felt guilty; Howard had as good as implicated her in Draco's death and she was cross with him for that.

[mudbloodhater]

He looked bored when she approached - mostly because he was bored - his eyes flicking up to her curiously. For the life of him, Draco couldn't fathom what she wanted, when she'd been so into killing him before. This was an abrupt change.

Still, he made no move against her.

"And here, I thought you'd have been happy someone was defending your honour," he replied dryly, seething internally against Howard. If he'd just stayed in that crevasse, he could have avoided all this.

[from_a_distance]

Clint was still getting used to the whole 'died but didn't die' thing. (And not a little ego bruising from as short a time as he'd lasted.) He wasn't too terribly excited about being shuffled down to the common room when he really needed to be up high somewhere, clearing his head and figuring out what the hell he was going to do about being stuck in this ridiculous reality show.

There wasn't really anywhere in the room where he could perch, but he could set himself up in the corner where he could keep an eye on everyone else there.

[vissernone]

"You look a little put out." Eva leans against the wall next to Clint and makes a 'tss' sound as she presses her fingertip and thumb together, as if illustrating snuffing a candle. "You okay, after the first revival?"

[from_a_distance]

Clint looks at her like she just pointed out that rain falls downward. "Oh, yeah. Sure. I bite and get brought back all the freaking time."

[big_badass_hero]

Chris had woken up, he was still fuzzy about how it had happened but he at least recognized where he was. That was about when the Peacekeepers entered the room to escort him to the common room. Chris managed to stop himself from slugging one of them. His hand went for where he had kept the knife in the arena, of course it wasn't there.

Once he was released he hit the wall, beat punching one of the others in the room.

Leaning against the wall he looked at the room trying to figure out a way out of there despite not being the only one there. It would give him something to do at least. Probably would have them keeping more of an eye on him, but right now he didn't care. He didn't want to be stuck in a room of their choosing right now. Hell, at this point Chris wanted a gun, and out of there. He'd take the zombies in Raccoon over being some pet or toy.