Who| Locked to Brainy and Lyle
What| Brainy promised Lyle they'd "Talk" when everything died down
Where| District 10 Common room, Lyle's Room
When| After the prison break, the pod they tripped messing the Capitol up, most of the people getting recaptured, etc.
Warnings| Verging on nsfw, though it'll FTB before it gets too bad

The day Lyle and Brainiac 5 met wasn't a particularly significant day. Brainy been puttering around his new lab at Legion HQ and all but ignored Lyle and Cosmic Boy when they tried to introduce themselves. Subsequent meetings involved him giving Lyle the cold shoulder multiple times, Lyle mocking his superhero name because it was derived from a villain's name, and Brainy reluctantly giving the team advice over their comms to keep them from, you know, dying. (He'd been very annoyed the entire time since they'd been distracting him from an experiment.)

It wasn't until the day that Lyle had come into his lab to argue (again) about tactile engineering versus pure theory - the day that he'd noticed the Valorium floating around the lab that later became the flight rings - that Brainy had actually noticed him.

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Who: Locked to Lyle Norg
What: Lyle and Brainy do something that is classic Legion (aka practically suicidal)
Where: At one of the pods in the sewers
When: A bit before the jail break
Warnings: Probably some cursing

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Who| ALL Y'ALL it's a ho down
What| A catch-all reaction log for the plot developments. Saves you from making 5 logs each tbh.
Where| All around the place
When| During and post lock down, 3am~ sunday onward
WARNINGS| Panicking, talk of murder and violence. Singing the songs of panem.

When things like THIS and THIS are going down it's probably a good time to touch base with one another. Face caressing, crying and meaningful stares abound as the Tributes and Staff drag their knuckles hopelessly in an effort to figure out what the fresh hell is going on.

Make your own prompts, feel free to make them closed to specific people.

Who| Molotov Cocktease and open! Plus a closed prompt for D6 suite
What| Um... "adjusting" to being in the Capitol
Where| D6 suite, training room, then the Central Commons bar
When| Early morning through pretty much the whole day
Warnings/Notes| Endless smoking, senseless violence to training dummies, irritable Russian woman

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Who | Everyone.
What | Kevin's Crowning
Where | An outdoor plaza, sectioned off and well guarded.
When | Starting at noon and continuing on until sunset.
Warnings/Notes | This event is mandatory for all Tributes and Victors to attend. Even if you do not tag in, your character will attend this party.

( Today's the day of the company picnic! )

Who| Charles & Brainiac 5
What| A mutant and an alien play a game or two.
Where| District 8; Common Room
When| Pre-arena; shortly after Charles' arrival
Warnings/Notes| None.

Charles made his way to the District 8 common room. He had only seen it in passing, so he navigated there slowly, to be sure that he both wouldn't miss it or Brainiac. Not that he believed for a moment that he would miss Brainiac based on his appearance. He had met, already, some very different looking people. At home, the only mutants who really looked different were Raven and recently, Hank. Charles wasn't known for his ability to deal with those who were different. But he wasn't entirely certain that this person was a mutant. He couldn't be sure.

He would make an attempt to figure this out as they played.

Once in the common room, he glanced around, looking for that green to see if Brainiac was already there, or if he was yet to arrive.

WHO | Legionnaires
WHAT | Bringing a team-mate up to speed
WHEN | Before the end of the 'Thicker Than Blood' plot
WHERE | Starting in the elevators then off to somewhere private
WARNINGS | Probable mentions of violence that's about it

Waking up to find he'd been kidnapped just so he could compete in some death-match for people's entertainment wasn't exactly par-for-the-course in the Legion but it wasn't the worst position Rokk had ever found himself in either.

He'd taken in everything he'd been told about the situation calmly, asking the odd question and trying to get a feel for the position he was in. While he was confident with his powers he could overpower the soldiers who'd collected him he held off on trying anything, needing to know just what sort of forces he'd be facing. There was also the fact that anyone who'd consider making people fight to the death would have no compunctions when it came to harming innocents and he couldn't act until he knew there were no hostages who could suffer as a result. There was no sign of the rest of the Legion so he was holding out hope that they were looking for him even now. After all, capturing him was one thing but the entire team? That was a feat no one had managed yet. But that didn't mean he was going to just sit around and wait for a rescue.

So he'd obediently followed the so-called peacekeepers to the place where they told him he'd be staying and after briefly examining the room had set out to see what he could learn about this place called Panem.

His attention was on the communicator he'd found in the room, searching through the information it provided when the elevator stopped in front of him and the doors slid open. Stepping inside and hitting the button for the ground floor he spared only half-a-glance for the lift's other occupants before going back to what he'd been reading.

For half a second. Then his gaze snapped back up to actually look at his companions as he gaped in surprise.

WHO| Tony Stark, and anyone who can see him! 
WHAT| Tony is not really loving this whole kidnapping death match thing
WHEN| 11th of the May
WHERE| Several locations in the tower
WARNINGS| References to the end of Winter Soldier but it's only a spoiler if you haven't seen it or Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. But you can avoid it by not reading what Tony's doing/thinking on the roof

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( Care to throw a floatation device? )

Who| Jaime and YOU!
What| Jaime adjusts to his new surroundings. He is not happy.
Where| The Commons
When| This morning
Warnings/Notes| Jaime is not in a good mood!

This morning had gotten worse and worse as it had gone on. First, waking up to find out that he'd been hijacked into some messed gladiatorial competition where he was expected to fight or die (or both) had really put a damper on the beginning of summer. On top of that, Khaji was gone, and while hadn't had a chance to take a look at himself yet, he had a feeling the ache between his shoulder blades was related to the disturbing silence in the back of his mind. There had been a time when he'd wanted that but now... now it felt almost like a piece of him was missing. He flexes one hand as he sits in one of the plush chairs in the lobby-like Commons. His chin is tucked into his other hand as he stares holes through the opposite wall.

What would Ted Kord do?

He definitely wouldn't give this chumps what they wanted. Maybe he's expected to go and fight, but he's not going to give them a show. And he's definitely not going to kill anybody. Next, find out where the hell they had Khaji. He doubts that they have the technology to destroy the Scarab. And even if they did, they'd more than likely want to study Khaji instead of destroying him. Once he had Khaji, then. Then he could really get to work. He slaps one hand against his knee, nods.

"Better get to work."

Who| Sabriel and you
What| Sabriel starts exploring the tower
Where| District 10, the training area, and the commons
When| After Sabriel's arrival
Warnings/Notes| Possible discussion of zombies and death.

(Option A: Initial arrival, Floor 10, Common Area and Roof)

They had taken away her bells and sword- well, it had been Touchstone's sword, but she'd been carrying it at the time. And then they had explained why they'd brought her here, and it had taken every last ounce of self control and memories of ettiquete classes with Miss Prionte to stop her from screaming at them and trying to blast them with a Charter Spell.

Instead, she'd given them a sharp, brittle smile and explained in a tone normally reserved for addressing lesser domestic servants. They hadn't been impressed, and so Sabriel found herself in a strange building, fear and shock and absolute, seething rage all shifting around inside her head.

Not willing to sit around and sulk, Sabriel explored the premises as best she could. She watched the peacekeepers and tributes and avoxes, quickly realized that the technology here was utterly beyond anything in Ancelstierre, and silently vowed to get to the bottom of what was going on. Then, she decided it was time to start asking questions.

"Excuse me, where is this place? I'm afraid I don't completely understand why I've been brought here." Sabriel's face and voice might be carefully neutral, but her hands were clenched into fists.

(Option B: Training Center)

Sabriel had entered the training center out of curiosity, and had stayed to investigate further.

She'd spent some time practicing with a training sword, getting a grasp of the weight and feel of the weapon- not exactly what she was used to, but it was easy enough to adjust to- but wound up spending most of her time watching other tributes and spending time at stations that taught about skills that weren't directly related to combat- recognizing plants, knot-tying and the like.

Occasionally, she'd approach another tribute or mentor- mostly asking about if one skill or another would actually be useful in the arena, and what she should watch out for.

(Option C: Common Area, a few days later)

They'd given her the bandolier back, but the bells inside were not her own. Sabriel frowned, running her fingers over the handles. The materials were right, but these were powerless copies- there was no magic, Charter or Free, within them.

Carefully, she set each of the bells on the table, in order from smallest to largest. Then she began to ring them.

At first, it was simple peals, just to test the sound. Then she upped the tempo, sounding two bells at once and sometimes tossing them into the air and catching them by the handle, just to get the right sound.

It was strangely soothing, and Sabriel felt some of the tension that had built up over the past few days fade as she focused only on the bells- hitting just the right note, creating just the right melodies and harmonies, and not thinking about death, or the arenas, or anything but the sound.