Who| Sabriel and you
What| Sabriel's back in the Capitol after her first death. There's a lot to catch up on.
Where| D10 suites, training center, and various shops and restaurants around the Capitol
When| After Sabriel dies in the arena
Warnings/Notes| Mention of death, avoxing

( It's not like death was anything new )

WHO| Carlos and Steve Rogers | Carlos and Charles Xavier | New prompt for Sabriel in the comments!
WHAT| Passing on rebellion info to ALL of the Marvel movie characters! ...and Sabriel.
WHEN| During the days after Penny's announcement.
WHERE| The Speakeasy
WARNINGS/NOTES| The Capitol is going to spin these meetings as dates. According to the Capitol, Carlos was just using Cecil the whole time for Arena sponsorship, and now that Cecil isn't useful, Carlos is dating again. Who will he ensnare with his terrible charisma and heartbreakingly perfect hair next??

Except Sabriel. Who even knows what that's about. Maybe he's trying to learn her witchcraft or something.

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Who | Sigma, the Initiate, and you.
What | The Capitol breaks Sigma Klim.
When | The day before the Arena.
Where | District 10 Suite and Common Room.
Warnings/Notes | Old man having a nervous breakdown, relationship with significant age difference, mentions of non-Hunger Games death games.

( They end at the fenceline, and disappear... )

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.

Who| Bucky Barnes and everyone else
What| An arrival and a lot of frustration.
Where| Floor 7 of the Training Center, the city circle, and the Rooftop.
When| Just about now.
Warnings/Notes| Nothing other than some references to violence.

His head is still pounding like it's out to get him.

It's his own fault. He wouldn't stop fighting the people who came to take him away from the gymnasium of the Training Center after his scoring. It wasn't that he had anything against them--it was just that he could see the Gamemakers right in front of him behind the force field, he could identify every place on their bodies he'd have to strike to take them down for good, and he didn't know when he'd get that opportunity again. He had to find a way to turn off the force field and get at them, right now. It shouldn't have been difficult, but his arm wasn't producing the EMP it usually could, and he couldn't find any other way of turning that damned force field off, and people kept coming at him to try to pull him away. In the end, he didn't want to actually kill those people--he figured they might be pawns as much as he was--so he couldn't fight all out, and they overpowered him. When he woke up, his head ached like an earthquake had hit it.

Bucky doesn't know if they deliberately hit him with something that would hurt afterwards or if it's an unhappy coincidence, but really, it's his own fault either way. It doesn't matter. He needs information, now.

[PROMPT ONE] He takes a few minutes to explore District 7's residential floor before leaving. It's good to know the weaknesses and strengths of where he's being kept--a prison just like the worst ones he's been in even if it's rolling in the lap of luxury. He grimaces at the secure windows, examines his surroundings for surveillance devices, growing more and more bitter all the while. By the time he finally stalks out of there--

[PROMPT TWO] --he might as well have a stormcloud over him, but somehow, when he walks out of the Central Commons into the Capitol proper, it's vanished, submerged into the same place he's hiding his headache. He seems practically relaxed as he wanders through the city circle and studies the Presidential Mansion nearby, his face all innocent appreciation. He's casing it out for weaknesses, of course, and finding none. But he keeps his frustration safely hidden.

[PROMPT THREE] He keeps his frustration safely hidden until he finally makes his way back into the Training Center, steps into the elevator, and punches buttons in exasperation without thinking about where he wants to go. He winds up on the Roof, staring at the beautiful garden around him; he walks through it in a near-daze, his head still aching. And finally, he stops in front of a statue and, without thinking once more, lashes out and punches it, left-handed.

The statue doesn't so much as chip, much less crack.

Who| Thor Odinson and ALL
What| Thor's arrival, standard arrival things. Helping the masses and all that jazz.
Where| District 2, The Roof and the commons. Prompts will be posted in individual comments after a little rambly introspection about arriving.
When| 10/5
Warnings/Notes| Angry, angry Asgardians.

It was probably a little too optimistic to assume it would be clear sailing from here on out for Thor. It had been a rocky few days, last he remembered. The loss of his most beloved mother and his.. somewhat estranged but uncannily redeemed brother, weighs heavily on his mind. It isn't a burden a little vacation to Midgard could ever ease, but time with Jane does make for one hell of a coping mechanism. Life had taken interesting turns from his initial plans to rule Asgard indefinitely, but but he can say with certainty it was all for the better. With some important exceptions, of course. When one's growth comes at the sacrifice of others, you cannot help but question the worth of it.

Arriving in what he can easily assume is a faction of Midgardian he has yet to discover without his consent isn't anything new to him, but it is deeply unsettling. He had listened intently to what he had been taught, and he had fought it, only to be sedated again and roused a few hours later. He's groggier than any amount of coffee can account for, but it doesn't take long for him to sober up to the hard facts. This is an atrocity, but his first concerns are not for himself, but for who else could be here.

With that in mind, it doesn't take him long to stretch his legs and take a spin around the dorms. He is doing his best to control his temper until he finds someone truly deserving of being lashed out at, but his buttons are damn easy to push.