Mini-Arena Reaping

[etcircenses]

Who| All Tributes, mentors, stylists, escorts, and some citizens.
What| The mini-arena reaping.
Where| The grand foyer of the Tribute Center.
When| 7pm Thursday (11/6). Please note: This log is forward dated by one week.
Warnings/Notes| Unhappy tributes.

At approximately 5pm Thursday, all of the Tributes were notified that their presence would be required at a mandatory meeting in the grand foyer of the Tribute Center. It was to be a formal occasion, and all of the stylists were instructed to dress their Tributes in their autumn best. At 8pm, Peacekeepers arrived at each floor to escort the Tributes down to the foyer, which had been decorated in a playful, nostalgic manner. The Tributes were seated at one of twelve large, numbered tables, though they were told they could mingle, dance, or help themselves to as much punch as they'd like. By all appearances, this little fete was nothing more than a typical, if somewhat bizarre Capitol celebration.

[ooc notes: General arena information can be found here. If you would like for your adult character to react violently/riot after the reaping, you must comment to this post.]

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[shenunigans]

"You're gonna wish for the sweet relief of enduring math class after a few of these fun festivals, kid." He assures, having been here for about four of the damn things and god he misses fractions and long division.

"It's all meant to be like it. Every little bit. We're like a big ol' fish tank to them. Only they can tap on the glass whenever they like." He doesn't mean to sound bitter, really. It's just that he's getting really damn tired of these shenanigans. He might as well give someone else the real talk rather than lie and say it'll be fine. "You watch much reality TV? Survivor and all that?"

[korosu]

"Sometimes. Most of it's pretty fucking stupid. But Survivor was kind of cool." And instead of voting one person off the island, they get to vote everyone but one person each time. Ironic twist, or something. "So we're like Big Brother meets Battle Royale, I guess."

But beyond the comparisons of circumstances, Kenny's gotta get rid of the elephant in the room, because the resemblances are strange and starting to bug the Hell out of him. "So what's your name, anyway?"

It starts.

[shenunigans]

"Something like that, yeah. It's just as fucking stupid, but I can see how they're ranking in the ratings with how elaborate they get. Kinda surprised we aren't buck naked slugging through tanks of roaches and eating bull testicles." Not that he should be giving them ideas. "The only difference is that rather than us picking which asshole leaves, they just kill people off at random with varying degrees of permanency." It's still a tender area, considering that had been his friend not long ago, but it feels a little satisfying to elaborate on things you don't always get told.

"Ben Stiller, but people stupidly insist on calling me Dave." He has no idea that, not long ago, Davesprite had made almost the exact same joke to the exact same person. "Longest I've ever been on set, that's for sure. How about you, Shortstuff?"

[korosu]

He'll address the more informational part of that in a moment, but first, Dave's answer to Kenny's question earns him a flat stare. Wow. So original. If Kenny were a little more naive he'd think they were conspiring to pull a fast one on him or something, but he remembers when Sprite told him the same thing... and then added the suffix. To tell him apart from another Dave. Only Kenny hadn't expected there to be an actual resemblance beyond the names.

"Yeah. Okay. Whatever." He rolls his eyes. "Kenny, and I already met your clone. Unless he's the original and you're the clone." Not that either concept seemed all that feasible, but what else would explain it besides parallel universes? No moron would name a pair of twins the same thing... would they?

[shenunigans]

The flat look doesn't surprise Dave at all, because it certainly wasn't A grade material by any means. He'll save his best one liners for the Arenas so he can buy them on shirts a few weeks later, thank you very much.

The response, however, is almost enough to earn Kenny a wince. He keeps his reaction in check for the most part, but he's got to get used to explaining this shit sooner or later. "It's complicated." A pause. "Well I mean, no shit it is. But it is. It's a very intimate story, he'd be a pissy little bitch if I told you. Especially since I'm stealing his jokes, apparently."

[korosu]

"Okay."

Yeah, it's complicated all right. But Dave didn't confirm nor deny that this double business had to do with cloning, either. Kenny will file that away with the easiest explanation for now, because he doesn't want to open any can of worms between a hopefully-new-friend and his featherless bizarro-world twin here.

Kenny shifts on his cot a little. "Yeah, he told me the same thing at that party. The one with the RoboCop stuff and the MILF with the fence on her head. Apparently she won last time."

[shenunigans]

At the MILF comment, Dave has some conflicting feelings. He sort of wants to punch him, but he sort of wants to agree. He also doesn't want to flip out and seem uncool, so he just responds with a huff of a laugh.

"She sure did, I was there through that Arena." He nods, like he's telling a story here. "You know she beat Thor, some mustache twirling villain and a scientist with a robot and a paint gun full of acid? It's lucky she's not in the Arena anymore because she would Fuck. Us. Up." Is he lying? Yes. Is it because Kenny said the M-word? ..Maybe.

[korosu]

"I believe it." Any frustration Kenny's caused by his blunt assessment of the newest Victor is lost on him. If anything, Dave's description just makes her seem that much hotter. Kenny grins a little.

"She lives on my floor." There's a brief pause there. "Who's the mustache-twirling villain?"

[shenunigans]

Dave can't really fight the truth. She's hot. He knows it, everybody knows it, her adopting him doesn't negate the fact that he was hitting on her from the start. Alas, he is a petty pickle.

"Lucky you. She cooks pancakes sometimes if she doesn't hate your guts." This is the most important thing to note, of course. But he'll get a little more serious when he's asked that question. Just a fraction. "Tom. Literal mustache. He kind of looks like an artsy version of Satan, goatee and everything. Probably should have foretold all the stabbing and bombing he'd do."

[korosu]

"Oh shit. I think I've seen that guy on my floor, too. He might even live there." He has to laugh a little at the comparison to Satan, though. He's hung out with the guy, and he's not nearly as creepy or evil-looking as the man Dave's describing. In fact he's just a giant fucking nelly, in essence, but to say so would just open up a lot of shit that Kenny isn't down with sharing with a virtual stranger, so he doesn't.

"I'm guessing she doesn't make him pancakes." Kenny grins like this is supposed to be some kind of innuendo, even though in his heart it really isn't.