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Ψiioniic ([personal profile] xanthous) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2013-05-08 01:43 am

[OPEN]

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.

It's probably not unusual for people to group together and watch the violence unfolding. The Psiioniic certainly doesn't see why it would be strange, and he looks remarkably unimpressed as a recap plays some especially gory scenes. He seems to be prepared for a crowd, with plates of food nicked from the District 2 suites scattered around him. He even prepared a sign for his little shindig:


Of course, most people won't be able to read the sign, and do you even know how long it took him to find a marker even close to the proper shade of yellow? Too long, that's what. But now he's prepared for the final cullwatch, and ready to spend time with members of his species. And people who might be curious as to what the hell he's scrawled on the sign.

(You would think something like "fiinal cullwatch" is pretty self-explanatory, but you could never be sure with aliens.)
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[personal profile] shambler 2013-05-24 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Where R came from, LAX was bombed out and planes were a fading memory. NASA wasn't even the equation. Wherever the trolls came from, they'd probably find R's world pathetic; "disappointing" would be the biggest understatement ever.

The zombie could see Helmsman was searching for what to say as he trailed off. R struggled to think of anything else he could add to push the conversation forward. It's nowhere near this complicated with other zombies: a few grunts and maybe someone's jaw falls off and that's good enough to last weeks. With the Helmsman's crazy eyes and that lisp, R feels pressured to do better than that.

"See...you...around? Nice...meeting..." R pauses, swallows to stall and pick out the word he wants, "...you."

That's how it's supposed to go, right? Right.