"Well," She folded her arms and considered it. Then sighed.
"The morning of the arena, they'll wake you up early. You'll be dressed in something stupid, and it likely won't be much use beyond carrying a theme," As she spoke, Shepard arranged the sugar packets into a ring, "They'll take you to the arena, it might mean a few hours travel, then they'll put you in a little room. You'll receive an injection-- don't fight it, it's the tracker. They need it to know if you're alive or dead. Then you'll be lifted onto a platform, in font of the cornucopia."
She set the salt-shaker down at the center of the ring to stand in for her fictional cornucopia.
"There'll be supplies. You can run for them if you want, and there's a big advantage there, but anyone who sticks around to pick something up is making a target of themselves. More deaths happen there than at any other time," She picked up one of the paper and sugar 'tributes' and held it out to Cassandra, "There are usually around a hundred Tributes. If you want to win, you need to be the last one standing. But let me tell you, winning won't necessarily get you free of the arenas. And there are kids in there; children. So if you're going to start killing tributes, you need to focus on given them a clean death. Don't be an asshole if you can afford not to be."
Not like her, like poor Beth choking to death on her blood and bile because of the awkwardness of her fall. That one was on Shepard, that sin was a black mark-- she'd have to see it repaired.
"If you can survive the Cornucopia, and if you have something to offer me or my crew, and if you're not going to be targeting children, we can talk. But that's all in the future. There's no telling what could happen between now and then."
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"The morning of the arena, they'll wake you up early. You'll be dressed in something stupid, and it likely won't be much use beyond carrying a theme," As she spoke, Shepard arranged the sugar packets into a ring, "They'll take you to the arena, it might mean a few hours travel, then they'll put you in a little room. You'll receive an injection-- don't fight it, it's the tracker. They need it to know if you're alive or dead. Then you'll be lifted onto a platform, in font of the cornucopia."
She set the salt-shaker down at the center of the ring to stand in for her fictional cornucopia.
"There'll be supplies. You can run for them if you want, and there's a big advantage there, but anyone who sticks around to pick something up is making a target of themselves. More deaths happen there than at any other time," She picked up one of the paper and sugar 'tributes' and held it out to Cassandra, "There are usually around a hundred Tributes. If you want to win, you need to be the last one standing. But let me tell you, winning won't necessarily get you free of the arenas. And there are kids in there; children. So if you're going to start killing tributes, you need to focus on given them a clean death. Don't be an asshole if you can afford not to be."
Not like her, like poor Beth choking to death on her blood and bile because of the awkwardness of her fall. That one was on Shepard, that sin was a black mark-- she'd have to see it repaired.
"If you can survive the Cornucopia, and if you have something to offer me or my crew, and if you're not going to be targeting children, we can talk. But that's all in the future. There's no telling what could happen between now and then."