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

"...I thought humans did the whole parent thing." He just said that they did, but from the smell of his expression and the breath she hears, Terezi knows that there has to be more to it than that.

"Are you trying to say that they don't?"

"In the best of circumstances, with the best of people, they do." He was not a man to admit his own failures to a stranger, especially not ones wrapped up in grief, but that didn't mean he couldn't speak of them obliquely. "But we are rarely our best, and the circumstances are often much worse."

Even obliquely, Terezi seems to understand what he's trying to say. He doesn't want to talk about it, but there's some assumption that it's not in her nature to just let lie. Especially when she gets the feeling that they aren't true.

"Circumstances are what they are, but from my point of view... We might rarely be our best, but that does not mean we are bad."

"No. It is no certainty, sure. But a man may also feel he is doing his best, and be burning the world down around him. With children, that is even more the case. You cannot know what damage you have wrought, until it is done."

A tight breath.

"And some do not see the end result at all."