thecapitol | (no subject)

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 little ~~more~~ 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.

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"I'll keep you right." He smiled, "Do you know much about the others?" Like if they could fight at all, there were people here from all kind of times so even those that could fight might have not used a gun before.

He glanced down at their list again and shook his head helplessly.

"Wish I could say otherwise, but I wouldn't know these two from Adam."

He also wished he knew just what the Capitol had been thinking. He might never have gotten to the army, but even he knew you didn't go into battle like this. Half-cocked and not knowing your own ass from a hole in the ground.

He shot Ian a wry smile, mouth pulled thin. "Don't exactly fill ya with confidence, does it?"

"Not that I'm surprised since they've had kids fight their wars for them for more than half a centuary." Because the Hunger Games were warfare, whatever Blaine said. It was a fear tactic, to keep people in line, with no casualties on the part of the Capitol.

He leaned back in his chair, eyes casting about again, trying not to, but unable to stop himself from wondering which among them wouldn't be coming back.

"At least in the arena, they give ya a shot at comin' back," he sighed, arms folding across his chest.

As much as he didn't want to give them credit for anything, he had yet to see someone killed outside the game return, whole and sound.

"Didn't used to though, not until they brought us in." He frowned and did much the same, looking round wondering who wouldn't return.

"Guess we just make sure our team comes back alive," which was all they could do really.

That was true enough, but he'd gotten used to the promise of another chance. To hope. To pushing on in the chance that those he cared about would be waiting again back on the other side.

For as long as it had taken him to come terms with the strange, impermanence of death...

"An' pray for the rest."

They weren't much on speaking terms anymore, him and God, but for this, he could give it a shot.

Not them. Ya hear me?

He frowned, he wasn't exactly a praying kind of guy. "I'll leave the praying to you."

If there was a god he doubted he would listen to the likes of Ian.

Pulled from his thoughts, Wyatt looked over at Ian with a low snort, the frown on the boy's face all to familiar.

"We might wanna look into investin' in somebody more capable."

"Probably." He smirked, before looking around again. "We should probably track down the others." Might as well have some kind of plan, even if it was based on incomplete information, it as better than nothing.

Wyatt nodded, exhaling a long breath as he unfolded his arms and pushed his chair back from the table.

"I 'spose that would help, wouldn't it?"

At least they were getting a chance to meet them first.

Standing, he pushed his chair back in and touched the brim of his hat lightly.

"Ya find 'em, jus' give me a holler."

Ian nodded, "Will do." He began to look round the room, he at least knew what Psiioniic looked like so he kept his eye out for the troll first. Tomorrow was not going to be a good day.