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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"...right."

Great. It sounded like Harley was essentially Moriarty, only insane and on amphetamines. If this were home, she would point Gregson and Bell her way. But no, they're in a place where murder is celebrated. Or at least murder of the right people.

"So, did you commit crimes yourself? Or did you just mastermind?"

"Well of course!" Harley grinned that wicked unstable grin, "They say anything worth doing right is worth doing it yourself." She teased.

Then she sighed and stretched idly. "Of course those days are behind me if we never get out of here. No more half hearted attempts to walk the straight and narrow. No more making the guards uncomfortable when they pat search me for weapons. No more Red or Puddin." And just like that the giggling girl was looking nostalgic and lonesome.

"This world is great and all, absolutely nuts. But I wish I could take some of the people I've met here home with me. They'd be happier there even if it is Gotham City."

The look on her face made Joan soften slightly. The woman was clearly mentally unbalanced and dangerous, and should be locked up. But she was also a human being, lost in this place, just like Joan. Some compassion seemed appropriate. "I think most people would be happier in a lot of other places. I know what you mean, though. I'm missing people from home, too. And it's not like they're going to let me do any sort of official investigations. They clearly don't want the 'wrong' people getting any information."

"Ugh! I know right?" She held up her arm displaying a cuff that she had decorated with red and black fabric.

"I got this thing because they're so paranoid they thought I was gonna cause trouble! I mean sure I may have been discussing making bombs and finding ways to bring the chaos of the arena to the city...but that was just for fun. Who wouldn't want to be thrust into their favorite reality show?"

She had a bracelet. Interesting.

"Yeah, they gave those to a couple of my friends, too. I keep expecting them to give me one, too. Although, I think I'm a lot less likely to try to blow things up."

She smiled.

"Honestly, with the way they go crazy over the Games around here, it's surprising citizens don't try to get in on the action."

"I know right?" Harley rolled her eyes and tucked her hands behind her head in a casual motion.

"But god forbid you say a bad word about their precious games! I mean what did they expect when they brought me here? I'm not exactly known for being a peaceful and logical member of my own society."

Though she was apparently painfully self aware.

"I don't think they have any idea who we are before they bring us here. If they did, I don't think they would have brought most of us."

She leans a little closer, lowers her voice a bit.

"And I'm pretty sure that this alien thing is an example of that. I think they pulled it in from its world and it was too much for them to handle. Really, I'd be rooting for the thing if it wasn't killing everything in its path."

"Ooo!" A light went on in Harley's eyes at the suggestion. "By jove Watson you're every bit as smart as you are pretty! I can't believe I didn't think of that." But she seemed to like the idea.

The compliment and its wording were...unexpected, and she blinked, but went on.

"It's sick, but I guess that's why they brought us all here. To have us turn on each other, kill each other. Why not do that in this case, too?"

Harley nodded enthusiastically "See and here I thought they were just trying to create a better monster and this one got away from them. But now that I think about it, they've created dragons and sand worms and...whatever that abomination was in the wasteland. If they could control those I don't see why this one is so much trouble."