gamemakers: (surprise.)
The Gamemakers ([personal profile] gamemakers) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2013-09-27 07:39 pm

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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 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.
futilecycle: (I know it's everybody's sin)

[personal profile] futilecycle 2013-10-04 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Seeing as I am your intelligence officer, in a word, yes." He was very blunt. Sigma paused awkwardly, unsure of how to salvage this conversation. "...Well... it has nothing to do with any sort of 'robot parts.'" Otherwise Ian's guess was quite close to the mark.
wantwhatiwant: winchesterway (yeah whatever)

[personal profile] wantwhatiwant 2013-10-04 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah..." He probably would listen, just because he didn't want to die. But he had no reason to be grateful at all. "So you're telling me you can see the future?"
futilecycle: (Isn't that the way?)

[personal profile] futilecycle 2013-10-05 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"That is correct." The energy drained from his face and it seemed to take an eternity for him to say those words.

"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."
wantwhatiwant: winchesterway (yeah whatever)

[personal profile] wantwhatiwant 2013-10-05 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
It seemed impossible, and Ian didn't want to believe him after the shit he had pulled in the arena. But he listened and hey it was just as believable as Aliens, or being kidnapped and forced into death matches.

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.
futilecycle: (Half my life's in books - written pages)

[personal profile] futilecycle 2013-10-05 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Sigma huffed out of irritation. This boy was more stubborn than Kyle and Howard put together. "Right. Are we good for tomorrow, then?"
wantwhatiwant: (no I don't want to talk)

[personal profile] wantwhatiwant 2013-10-06 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"I guess so." He shrugged, "I can follow orders." Just don't expect any thanks. Even if he is grateful he won't show it after you lied to him.