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thecapitol2013-10-05 01:48 pm
gamemakers) wrote in thecapitol2013-10-05 01:48 pm
HOMEBASE
Who| Homebase and any character who did not pick a team/showed up late/are refusing to participate.
What| Alien attack
Where| Mainly within the commons of the training center, but also through out the whole building. Please specify location if you are not in the common area.
Warnings/Notes| Please post any warning in your threads subject header when they become applicable. Please shot any questions/concerns to mod through PM. Here is the plotting post for reference.
The atmosphere was tense. There were tables stacked with easy to make food rations, and basic Capitol medical supplies. Some of those supplies, however, would be considered way beyond basic for those from other worlds; spray on skin, a pen that stitched in sutures as you drew it along the wound, a powerful spray anesthetic, a compact splint that stabilized broken bones until they could be treated, and the burn and wound healing cream.
Radios were set around, and the screens that normally showed the games instead flickered between various security cameras places around the neighborhood. The largest screen showed the camera aimed at the training centered front door.
What| Alien attack
Where| Mainly within the commons of the training center, but also through out the whole building. Please specify location if you are not in the common area.
Warnings/Notes| Please post any warning in your threads subject header when they become applicable. Please shot any questions/concerns to mod through PM. Here is the plotting post for reference.
The atmosphere was tense. There were tables stacked with easy to make food rations, and basic Capitol medical supplies. Some of those supplies, however, would be considered way beyond basic for those from other worlds; spray on skin, a pen that stitched in sutures as you drew it along the wound, a powerful spray anesthetic, a compact splint that stabilized broken bones until they could be treated, and the burn and wound healing cream.
Radios were set around, and the screens that normally showed the games instead flickered between various security cameras places around the neighborhood. The largest screen showed the camera aimed at the training centered front door.
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She couldn't hide her disappointment. Just for once, she thought she might have been at the forefront of someone's mind, that he looked out for her before all others. But no. Eponine was there, but she was an afterthought. The add-on. The charity case. But she wouldn't kill. She wouldn't compromise herself again.
"Monsieur, I fear I shall disappoint you this arena. I'm not going to kill. But perhaps there are different ways to win? This I do not know."
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His head tipped, he leaned, purring voice dropping an octave - a whisper for her.
"And I would urge to do your homework. Two arenas ago, young Momoko won herself a bloodless crown."
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She could amuse herself all she liked. He wasn't the one going back into the arena.
"And no, Eponine. Even if the Capitol were somehow blind enough to allow you to smuggle it in, I need it here. Don't ask again."
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"As you wish, Monsieur." She sneezed and coughed. "Shall I bid you farewell, Sir?"
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A pale eyebrow twitched, mouth a thin slash.
"And I'm confident you'll find something more appropriate to occupy yourself with."
A soft warning.
If she couldn't, he'd be only to happy to help.