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thecapitol2013-09-27 07:39 pm
gamemakers) wrote in thecapitol2013-09-27 07:39 pm
Entry tags:
- cassandra marko,
- commander shepard,
- harley quinn,
- sigma klim,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ andraia,
- ✘ armin arlert,
- ✘ azula,
- ✘ chris redfield,
- ✘ cinderella,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ howard bassem,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ jack atlas,
- ✘ marius pontmercy,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ peeta mellark,
- ✘ pepper potts,
- ✘ perry kelvin,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ the disciple
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Who| Everyone
What| A chance for the teams to meet, mingle, and, lets be honest, for goodbyes to be said.
Where| The common area.
When| Evening before the attack, about a day after Creuntus' network announcement.
Warnings/Notes| Time is going to be a littlemore wonky then normal, if you haven't noticed. They will be going out to attack "tomorrow" but that thread will not, likely, be posted tomorrow, to give people time to play in this one, etc.
There is food and drink, plenty of it, but no decoration, and it is clear this "party" is no sort of celebration. There is the small spattering of Peacekeepers still in the Capitol, those not on duty at the edge of the boundary.
A long table at the front has a set up for each team. Everyone has a folder with who is in their team, who is watching their team, a list of the various weapons they will have. On the list is a flame thrower, a handful of small explosives, and an automatic weapon for each team member. There are no weapons laid out for the Tributes to handle, however - those were waiting for them elsewhere, for when the mission truly started. Nor does the folder mention that the weapons all switch off outside of the combat area, but it's also not a secret, or a surprise.
Each folder also includes the rather useless stats and images they have of the creatures-the photos are blurry, the stats mainly stack up to "they are very deadly" and a collection of the various bits of information put forth by other tributes who seem to know more then the Capitol. Last, a detailed map of both the neighborhood, and the tunnels for them to study.
Another table has folders for the intel, with much of the same information. Last, a third table is set up for those that are staying at home. Those folders contain some basic first aid information, and a list with what sort of basic medical supplies and food stuff is in the training center.
Each table set up has an Avox or two to hand out the folders. Creuntus is no where to be seen, and you would be lucky to catch any of her team. She knows where she doesn't want to be. The furniture has been dragged to facilitate the conversation of small to medium sized groups. Say, about the size of a team and their Intel.
What| A chance for the teams to meet, mingle, and, lets be honest, for goodbyes to be said.
Where| The common area.
When| Evening before the attack, about a day after Creuntus' network announcement.
Warnings/Notes| Time is going to be a little
There is food and drink, plenty of it, but no decoration, and it is clear this "party" is no sort of celebration. There is the small spattering of Peacekeepers still in the Capitol, those not on duty at the edge of the boundary.
A long table at the front has a set up for each team. Everyone has a folder with who is in their team, who is watching their team, a list of the various weapons they will have. On the list is a flame thrower, a handful of small explosives, and an automatic weapon for each team member. There are no weapons laid out for the Tributes to handle, however - those were waiting for them elsewhere, for when the mission truly started. Nor does the folder mention that the weapons all switch off outside of the combat area, but it's also not a secret, or a surprise.
Each folder also includes the rather useless stats and images they have of the creatures-the photos are blurry, the stats mainly stack up to "they are very deadly" and a collection of the various bits of information put forth by other tributes who seem to know more then the Capitol. Last, a detailed map of both the neighborhood, and the tunnels for them to study.
Another table has folders for the intel, with much of the same information. Last, a third table is set up for those that are staying at home. Those folders contain some basic first aid information, and a list with what sort of basic medical supplies and food stuff is in the training center.
Each table set up has an Avox or two to hand out the folders. Creuntus is no where to be seen, and you would be lucky to catch any of her team. She knows where she doesn't want to be. The furniture has been dragged to facilitate the conversation of small to medium sized groups. Say, about the size of a team and their Intel.
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"That is correct," he confirmed. "Regarding that, there is something I would like to tell you if you have the time. With what I have already explained to you I am afraid it may sound like a bit of a tall tale," he lamented.
"But first, I must come clean, so it may be easier to believe me now. I lied to you in the Arena, Ian. Though my arms and eye are indeed cybernetic, as you may have correctly guessed I remain as human as you are and do indeed require food and drink. I am sorry for trying to fool you." His lie did sound so ridiculous to him now that it was all Sigma could do to stop from laughing.
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"Fuck you." He shook his head, why had he given Ian stuff that he needed, that made no sense. And telling him, what was that for? "So am I meant to be forever fucking grateful that you lied in order to help me? I can look after myself you know." Turning to walk away now, because seriously.
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"Even so, there is something of importance we must discuss. It is regarding tomorrow. If you only listen to one more thing I have to say, let it be this."
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"Go on."
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The Doctor's expression grew dark and he was nothing of the grandfatherly person he had put on in the Arena. "Tomorrow there may come a time when I will tell you something I could not possibly know... such as the exact position of the Alien or an Egg, or even that they are going to strike when they have not yet wound up for a blow. I do not care if you do not agree, if that time comes and I tell you to do something, you do it immediately, and you will not argue. I am not trying to abuse my authority: if you do not listen, you will most assuredly die. I will explain myself in a moment, but for now, have I made myself clear?"
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"So pretty much what you're saying is, you lied to me but you expect me to follow your orders completely and without question even when they make no sense. What you going to use as an excuse this time, you got robot brain parts that tell the future?"
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"You see, Ian, in my world there were also Games. Those who were selected to participate were not volunteered as an opportunity for glory, but because there was someone who sent them there as a means of forcing psychic powers out of them. I was such a combatant."
It is as though he is reciting words from a script.
"My precognitive powers will activate if there is a future ahead of us where someone has died. And so, if I give you sudden and impossible information, it is almost certainly to save your life."
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Death matches for psychic powers... He shrugged, "Right." Well he wasn't going to ignore such information, but screw Sigma if he wanted Ian to show any emotion on the subject.
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