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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
(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 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.
no subject
"Yes, that is correct; though the egg itself is not corrosive, the larvae are capable of spraying their blood if needed to cross a barrier to get to a host. The larvae do not resemble the adults much at all: they are small, yellow, almost arachnid in shape, with a long tail that constricts the host's neck." He stops to collect his thoughts again. He can barely believe it is a creature they will be expected to face. "They take only a few moments to hatch, and will then scramble for the nearest living host to parasitize. I would assume they are conscious beings after hatching, though they do die once they have successfully implanted an embryo in the host."
Surprised to hear Initiate Fraysong's friend was on his team, Sigma listens sympathetically. The Doctor thought of Akane and how difficult it had been to see her participate in the Games regardless of how powerful she had been in his world. He shakes his head assertively at the Initiate's comment. "There is no debt to be repaid. He is a member of my team, and therefore it is my responsibility to keep him alive. I can swear to you that I will do whatever I can in my power to protect him - as well as keep your request a secret," he insists.
no subject
He shouldn't be so surprised to hear his request be granted with but a simple yes. He always forgets humans are so much softer. Even despite their games, many of them. He half wants to ask where the catch or the punchline is.
"Nevertheless," He says, with the slightest bow of his head, "A brother would be indebted to he. PERHAPS IN TIME A MOTHERFUCKER WILL FIND FOR SOMETHING. These are death games afterall. BUT YOUR WORD IS ALL TO BE APPRECIATED." Appreciated more than he could possibly know.
no subject
Now Dr. Klim was insatiably curious. This man was no human, that much was clear, but Sigma had yet to learn the abilities of trolls, if any. Trolls were certainly much more frightening than humans on first sight, but the Doctor was unconvinced that that was what he spoke of - he had asked repeatedly now about the Alien psyche. Sigma leaned in to better hear the Initiate. "Is there a way you can do that? Appeal to their fears?" he inquired.
no subject
He nods. Trolls were made to be scary. His kind especially. But Sigma was right to think there was more to it. "My caste, those of indigo hue, are gifted with holy power what is all to be referred unto as chucklevoodoo. BLESSED UNTO US A CONTROL AND MANIPULATION OF FEAR AND ALL THAT IT GOVERNS. The psyche may well be my motherfucking canvas what all to do as I please. HAVE NEVER BEEN WITHOUT IT BEFORE HIS COMING HERE. It is extension of my ownself; SIN FOR IT TO HAVE BEEN TAKEN. But it has been promised return and he expects at for them to follow through."