INTEL

[gamemakers]

Who| Intel
What| Alien attack
Where| One of the ball rooms, which has been transformed into a command room.
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.

One of the ball rooms has been taken over and transformed, clearly pulling on the tech the Gamemakers use to monitor the arenas. Maps are projected on the walls, with the heat signatures of whomever is in the area glowing in vivid warm colors within the green lines of the map.

Each person has their own monitor projecting the same image, where they can zoom in on areas of the map, as well as pull up any security camera feeds they would like. A radio headset is sitting next to their consuls, with the channels for the main discussion, and the choice to tap into any teams private channel.

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[dividedgirlofmine]

Susannah gets a weird sense of deja vu as she positions her wheelchair at her console. It takes her a moment to place where it comes from, but then it occurs to her this set-up isn't that much different from her imaginary dogan. Just, hopelessly more high-tech.

(She does a cursory inspection to see if any of the equipment reads SOMBRA or NORTH CENTRAL POSITRONICS.)

[iflipmyhair]

Heels clacked on the ground as a young girl dressed in rather unusual clothing walked in, taking the seat next to her. As she went to sit, she flicked her hair back, nonchalantly looking at the technology before her.

More advanced than what she was used to. But, it was similar to the system she had in her house, similar enough that within seconds, she was quietly brushing screens of various camera feeds around her with her fingertips. Multiple feeds on her monitor, giving her a rudimentary layout of the area.

She stared at it all, scrutinizing with a frown.

Someone needs to give this kid a crash course

[clarityinchaos]

Armin had gotten to the console as quickly as he had been permitted. He knew he'd need some time to get to know the various devices, and he didn't want to drag his team down because he had some technology he didn't know. And if Eren got killed because of it... No, he wouldn't have to worry about that. Even out of Titan form, any severe injuries would heal on their own in a little while.

So for now, he experimented with what was before him, zooming around both teams' areas, just to get a feel for the workings of it. If tey had something like this at home, it'd be so much easier to keep track of individual titans during a battle. And maybe the battles in Shiganshina and Trost never would have started.

All of a sudden, something he hit set off some kind of alarm. "Aah!" He flailed around the console a bit until he found what had turned it on, and switched it off again. "Sorry!"

[savedbyasong]

He reaches over to the alarm but Armin gets there first. "It's alright." He recognises the boy he had spoken to on the comms and smiles. "Do you need some help?"

He remembers Armin had not used a communicator before, so all these buttons must be terrifying.

[clarityinchaos]

He was relieved to see Shion. At least it was a friendly, if not all too familiar face. "Thanks." He sighed a bit, and turned back to the console. "This is a lot to take on all at once." He didn't put voice to the specifics, because frankly, he didn't know Shion well enough yet, but he definitely looked nervous. "I've been put on the same team as my friend Eren. I know he's a great fighter, but we're used to fighting things a lot different than these..." He kept the photos from the information file nearby, and the folder with all the other information was not much further away.

[savedbyasong]

"Oh." He blinked and grinned, "We are on the same team then, I have that group and another." Eren had been someone he hadn't managed to talk to the day before, but it was good to know he was a great fighter.

"I think most people are used to different kinds of fighting." He glanced at the photos. "At least you know what he can do." It was probably the best paired team yet, since the rest seemed random.

[clarityinchaos]

That was rather reassuring, knowing he wasn't the only one watching over Eren's team, and that it was someone that seemed like a decent enough person. But he'd been wrong about people before.

"I'm glad to hear that," he replied. "Yeah. He never gives up, and he knows he can't die here. We have important things to do back home." So did everyone else, he was sure, but he would hazard a guess that no one else was dealing with Titans like they were.

[savedbyasong]

"Well we will make sure he doesn't." Make sure no one did. As long as they were quick enough, got the information through clear enough. They had to succeed.

[clarityinchaos]

Armin had no idea how they could lack for information with this set up. But that could be a bad thing too. He's quiet for a long moment as he switches between a few camera views before settling back on Eren's team again. "Absolutely. As long as everyone on this team feels the same way, there shouldn't be a problem."

[savedbyasong]

Shion nodded with a smile, adjusting a few last things. "I spoke to a few of them, they all seemed as ready as they could be."

[clarityinchaos]

Now they just had to wait. But speaking of getting ready for things... "Are there any records of the previous Arenas? Such as pictures or anything like that?" He wasn't sure what information was available, or if he could even access it.

[savedbyasong]

"There's all the footage." Shion paused, since Armin had not seemed used to the technology it was likely he did not have such things in his own world. "Moving images, keeping track of all the tributes, they inject devices into us that means they can track us and then they film us. It's played live in the Capitol constantly so people can watch."

[clarityinchaos]

He shook his head. "Watching other people die. It's disgusting." Permanent or not, it was something he never could have fathomed as a form of entertainment.

[savedbyasong]

His eyes flickered at Armin and then around the room at all the equipment. He nodded solemnly, "It is a very old form of entertainment though."

[savedbyasong]

Shion checks that all his equipment is working trying not to show how nervous he is, or how much his hands are shaking. He could do this, he knew what he was doing, he just had to stay calm.

He looked around, looking to see if anyone looked lost, noting who was around him and which teams they were from, for those he knew. The more information he had the better.

[futilecycle]

Sigma awoke that day with a slight scratch in his throat and a fever, and was now seated in front of his console with a cup of tea, desperately trying to ignore it. If he was coming down with Howard's flu, he would be extremely pissed off, as he knew the Initiate and the Commander had great expectations for him in this mission. At least the worst of it would not come until later, if not until tomorrow. He would have to hold on for as long as he could.

And so the Doctor sits with his arms crossed attempting to look as ordinary as possible. Sigma zoomed in to random locations, testing his equipment. When he was satisfied everything was nominal, Dr. Klim leaned back in his chair and concentrated, waiting, praying for a premonition that would change the course of their attack.

[iflipmyhair]

Nearby, Homura turned, quietly, spotting the older man sitting. After a moment of contemplation, she stood up, walking quietly over to him. Perhaps, even to the point where he might not even realize she was there until she was.

She didn't say anything; she simply watched him, as if she were studying him, and what he might be doing.

[doc_holi]

Manning two different teams was no easy task, but Holiday was actually adept in these situations. Handling Six and Rex at once taught her enough, but there was still a problem.

She knew Six and Rex. She knew when they were arguing or when they were cranky or when they were happy or flirty or scared. These people? She only knew a couple of them and it wasn't exactly well. Not like Providence.

She idly wondered why the Capitol sent their tributes out for this fight, but it was a little obvious. They were powerful and expendable. Still, this had the opportunity to back fire big time, but they still risked it... What were these things anyway?

[gruesome]

Assigned to no team, Some braced himself to watch the entire board. He had special goggles on that let him look at the projected maps at all - his eyes were simply not designed to see anything like it. He wrung his hands, scanning the entire map, memorizing its shapes and distances from as many angles as he could bring up. When he was needed, he would have to know where to move.

"This is all such a mistake," he whispered.

[doc_holi]

"You're telling me," Holiday muttered from her station, watching the panels like a hawk. "Too many things aren't adding up, but it's too late to be concerned about that now... I hope."

If it wasn't, people were about to die.

[hangingaround]

From the moment Redglare entered the ballroom, her tunnel vision was on. She had a job to do and that job was to keep people alive in the tunnels. And anyone who knew Redglare knew she took her jobs deathly seriously. She only knew a few of them personally (Karkat and Nepeta obviously, Dualscar by virtue of reputation back home, Shepard was in her district and Maximus because of his victor status) but that didn't lessen her resolve to keep them all from becoming a meal.

She made a beeline for her console, planting herself in her chair and shoving on the headset. The technology was unfamiliar to her but she had time to figure it out. It couldn't be that difficult to understand a map.