LOUNGE AROUND

[gamemakers]

WHO| Anyone not in the Arena
WHAT| Chillaxing in the common area.
WHEN| Anytime.
WHERE| The common area.
WARNING/NOTES| This is an ongoing post, it will be up and open the whole game round for your characters to wander in and out of, so please note if it is important when your character is there.

Also, please make sure to check if there is already an open thread you can tag into before starting a new one. Remembering, tagging new people gets you more credits.



With so much death, so quickly, the common area was always a buzz. Tributes, mentors, stylist and escorts, not to mention a small army of Avox to keep everything running smoothly. Some people were in a rushed hurry, stressed, or taking a break from the many stresses around them. Others were lounging, clearly not to worried about what was going on in the arena.

Drinks were close at hands, as well as any assortment of food. And if the selection didn't meet anyone's satisfaction, an Avox was always on hand to bring something new.

Comments

OTA

[knottherapy]

So long as District 4 still had tributes in the arena, Finnick was out and mingling. Sponsors were still needed and since he had begun to work with this new kid who everyone found to be some striking resemblance of him, well that was something to bank on. It had worked in his Games and he knew he could make it work for this kid. His other tribute was holding her own and with both still alive they stood a chance if they knew how to survive in that climate, and against the odds.

As usual he was well dressed in a suit and watching the screens periodically for updates. As he picked up a drink from a tray an Avox was serving from he started to wonder if his drinking was becoming a nasty habit as a result of being in the Capitol for this long period of time.

[descendant_of_dragons]

"Move, human," came an unfriendly snarl. Darc's manners were awful on a good day, but this had more to do with throwing his weight around. Darc shoved passed Finnick and grabbed a drink from the serving tray, tossing it back in one gulp.

Maybe not the smartest thing, because Darc had barely ever touched alcohol before. Oh well.

He winced at the taste, shaking his head hard. He felt overly conspicuous in a room filled with humans; his wings and scales made him feel like more of an outcast than ever.

"What the hell are you looking at?" he snarled, perhaps in an attempt to turn his insecurities to aggression.

[knottherapy]

Finnick was caught off guard by the...creature that had shoved past him. Even on a bad day the people of the Capitol held manners to a high regard and this sort of behavior would quickly be frowned upon if this tribute kept it up.

When posed the question Finnick's eyes narrowed - this was an unnecessary attack by someone who was clearly outnumbered in multiple ways, "You need to be more aware of where you're going when you've got wings like that. Its considered poor manners here." He straightened his suit jacket. "I certainly won't lecture you, but I'm sure someone will."

OTA (Desparately Seeking New CRs!)

[x5452]

Max waved away the little cadre of press that always seemed to flock around her like flies since her Arena 2 victory. Fortunately for her, they couldn't get past the lounge doors, even if the recording devices she knew were likely installed in the room were catching every little thing she did.

She took a plush round loveseat captive as her own and sprawled on it, letting the avoxes tend to her as far as food and drink. She always said please and thank you to them but did not tend to linger overlong on their faces; knowing they'd been mangled and forced into servitude and confronting it too directly right now would just make her angry, and Max had to keep her game face on.

Sipping champagne and nibbling on caviar, she turned her large dark eyes to the screen.

(lol gives you all the CR forever.)

[galaxyherder]

She can't deny that out of all the new faces, Max was one that Shepard was very interested in meeting. She'd watched all of Arena 02, and found herself impressed. And now, there Max was. A fellow victor, and quite possibly the only other person in this world who could understand what being a victor in these new Hunger Games was really like. Strangers from another world, raised on a pedestal for being the best player in a game they didn't want to play.

Now a new round has begun and Shepard has her work cut out for her. Sponsors to gain for her tributes that can hold their own, friends to watch out for, a city to impress, and information to discover.

"So," she begins casually as she drops herself onto a nearby loveseat, "What's the view like in the District 1 Mentor suites?"

Honestly, she could take a wild guess. She's been in the tribute suites of District 1 before, so she doesn't suspect they are much different.

[nofunandgames]

"Max, right?"

She was one of them now, for better or for worse. Elias gave her a warm smile, and a nod, before gesturing to the chairs next to her.

"Mind if I have a seat? I'm Elias, District 12."

OTA

[mannersmatter]

When the rooms upstairs were empty, it was a bit unnerving to be there. So Effie was down here, taking up most of one of the tables, her tablet set before her, the flickering ghost images lifting up off the surface.

The files were clearly frustrating, and finally she just closed them down, shut down the ghostly displays, lifting up the tablet to explore much more leisurely business.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot sat down near the table, not really paying much attention to anything. He just felt... worn out. Dying last time had been bad, no doubt about that. That Arena had been simply brutal. But dying, well, it had been relatively painless, quick. This time, however, had been far more brutal. He'd roused halfway more than once as he bled out. Not enough to be able to respond to anyone but enough to feel the burning agony in his wrist that almost drowned out the pain from being stabbed in the shoulder and chest.

He rubbed his wrist, still having a hard time believing that he had his hand again. The movement beside him drew his attention. He smiled tiredly as he recognized the woman he'd met when he first arrived. "Hello again."

[mannersmatter]

Although there were more tributes there was also much more time to get to know them. And the fact Effie had met him when he first arrived helped he memory. She gave him a warm smile.

"Hello! Getting your bearings a little more?"

[retrieverchef]

He gave her a tired smile. "Definitely more than the last time we met."

OTA

[needsaprince]

Lottie thought she would be fine doing anything for beauty.

Lottie was wrong.

The pink....it wasn't hair. She wasn't sure what it was. But whatever it was, it had been ratted into her hair. Her actual, lovely blond locks.

She didn't think she would ever forgive her stylist. She'd spent the last two days since the part picking out the knots. And here she was, tucked against the window, still detangling her blond curls from the bright pink strands.

OTA

[nofunandgames]

Less comfortable with the Capitol's technology (and the Capitol's access to it's technology), Elias had a file with a stack of papers in front of him. One sheet for each tribute, with a maze of notes that no one else could even start to make sense of.

But right now he was taking a break from it, and sipping a drink, and checking his device for new messages. Mostly from sponsors. Relaxed and laid back.

Because everything pressing at his mind right now was waiting.

[punchdrunkvictory]

Haymitch was a spectacle tonight. Drunkest he'd been since he'd been in the Capitol with these new games, being loud and a bit overly friendly with some of the patrons.

When he passed by Elias though, he stumbled, bracing himself on the desk so he didn't fall. He gave the other man a crooked grin, before pulling back and walking towards a secluded corner of the large room.

Where his hand had been was a crumpled note. A crumpled note with a rough sketch of a mockingjay holding an arrow in it's beak. Haymitch knew it was bold, but with all of the papers on Elias' table, who would notice one little extra paper except for the other man.

[nofunandgames]

The paper was left there on it's own for some time, until Haymitch was long gone.

Finally, almost an hour later, Elias gathered up his things, including the small paper. As he walked out, he flicked it open with his thumb.

And grinned.

Re: OTA

[the_marshal]

Somehow, Wyatt found himself in the lounge. His first impulse was to keep right on and pass the bustle by, but then he thought better of it.

Some noise, some company, might be just the thing he needed to finally chase the whispering echo of waves, of the girl's voice, out of his ears.

Spotting Elias, he ambled over took and rested his hands on the chair across from the man.

"Should I apologize for dyin'?" he asked by way of greeting.

[nofunandgames]

Elias looked up, and a grin spread over his face.

"I think dying is a bit hard to avoid."

Not that his goal wasn't to get Wyatt out of there for good. He just couldn't fault the man for not winning.

"Have a seat. How are you?"

[the_marshal]

Wyatt gave him an obliged nod and pulled out the chair, dropping into the seat with a tired sigh.

"I've got sand in places I didn't know I had," he said dryly, shifting uncomfortably. "You'da thunk those fancy docs and all their magic do-dads woulda found a way to take care of that."

(OOC: You said there'd be a thread waiting; hope this is it.)

[destructivedamsel]

She had sighted something interesting. It had taken her a day's worth of laughter to get over being revived from the dead twice now. Her first arena was quite the experience. She was both happy that she'd be participating again, and quite mad that she wouldn't get her powers back. But back to the present, she had spotted a picture of one of the tributes she saw in the arena. The man near them... was clearly someone important then.

And so it was that Revya ended up approaching him. "That's an awful lot of paper you have there." Okay it almost made her gut knot itself, but she put up a nice front. She even smiled. But Revya had to know what was going on with all these papers. She was bored. And if this man knew about her past... Well she just had to make sure he didn't go blurting it out everywhere. It'd be enjoyable for everyone to be after her head again, but not if she didn't have any means to put up a fight.

Perfect! <3

[nofunandgames]

"I'm not quite sold on the devices they give us to keep track of things."

He gave her a polite smile as she approached, looking her over. Revya, district 11. Another out lying district. Chaff and Seeder were both people he was familiar with, and on good terms with.

"I'm Elias. It's nice to meet you."

OTA, multiple threads.

[gruesome]

It took Some a few days after his death in the Arena to venture out of his room in the Training Center, but it was loneliness that drove him out. He followed voices and the scents of human's food to the common area, and tried to slip unobtrusively into the room, claiming a corner seat and turning away the nervous Avox who tried to offer him a drink with a shy demurral.

Re: OTA, multiple threads.

[greymatter]

Grey had come down to watch the Games, curious to see who would win. Even more curious to see who would come close. They were the ones he'd need to keep his eye on, after all.

Admittedly, he'd also come for the food.

The gathering of flamboyant Capitol citizens had quickly dampened his mood. A lull in the killing had seen him begin to lose interest, bored eyes scanning the too colorful crowd as he chewed, and that's when his eyes landed on the creature.

He'd seen many tributes that seemed alien, but nothing so markedly inhuman as Some.

Moving away from the serving table he'd stationed himself at, he begins to move through the crowd.

[gruesome]

Some had already managed to turn away a small handful of curious citizens, answering their questions as blandly and quietly as possible, eyes nearly shut in the brightly lit room. He had a small sofa, and was curled up on it like a large cat, upper body twisted clear around to lean on his lower, his uppermost arms crossed on his own flank and head resting on them. One eye opened as he heard footsteps approaching again, a big black eye tracking Grey as he came closer.

[needsaprince]

"Oh my lord."

Lottie turned white when she saw him. She had heard whispers, but had actually not seen him in the arena.

Or their floor.

Now she was face to face with him...well, she was pretty sure she was about to faint.

[gruesome]

Lounging on his claimed couch, he watched her. The end of his tail twitched where it was curled around his hind feet. He didn't lift his head, did nothing to alarm her further.

"Please do not scream?" he asked, using just one voice.

OTA

[retrieverchef]

Eliot stopped by the drink table, selecting a wine cooler as he tried to relax a bit in between clients. The revelation that his brother was, indeed, in Panem had shaken him. A small part of him had been clinging to the hope that the image he'd seen had been altered from when he arrived. But it hadn't been so here he was. Still letting the Capital maneuver him as they pleased lest they turn on his twin instead.