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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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"I'm not really sure. When I got here there was something about a gas leak?" Which is weird, because why would gas leaking be a big deal? "And then that it wasn't a gas leak, and some weird monsters are killing indiscriminately and they need to be taken out. I guess they figure that since we're already expendable, we should be the ones to take care of them." He shrugs, glancing around the room before settling his gaze back on Armin. "But I think I'll be okay."
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"Monsters..." he supposed Titans wouldn't be underground, since they aren't active at night. Certain special cases exempted, of course. He caught sight of them handing out the folders. "Wait here, Eren." He could be seen talking to the various Avoxes, and as soon as he realized they were mute, he seemed to have shrank up a bit. He was directed to about three different tables, and looked very surprised about something when he was sent to the last after being given a folder. He was given yet another, and finally returned to Eren.
"They actually had one for me," he said as he handed Eren one with his name on it. His voice wasn't so resolute about that, and he let out a nervous laugh. They'd somehow known he'd be here just in time...
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He shews his bottom lip nervously, trying to make heads or tails about anything that's going on. After a moment of doing his best to come up with a reason that they would have a folder for Armin, he shrugs. "Maybe they work really quickly? Or..."
Or they knew he would be there from the start, and Eren doesn't want to consider the implications.
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After a moment of quiet contemplation, he looks up. "It would make sense, though. If they're bringing us here, they would know enough to have a file for you." There's a brief pause, and if he keeps biting his lip he's going to bite right through it. "Do you...think there are files for anyone we know?"
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He found a pen and started making notes and circlng and underlining things on some of the printouts, marking up what he considered to be the most important information. "No external weaknesses, but weak to fire, and their blood is instantly corrosive..." he muttered to himself. What kind of creatures were these? And that's not even taking into account their method of reproduction.
But then his eyes got big after he had started to read a new page. "Eren, your team is going after their queen! She's even bigger than the drones. She's the size of a 5 meter class Titan!"