The picture of sophisticated grace....

[ordinaire]

Who| Anna & OPEN!
What| Anna's kind of freaking out.
Where| Third Floor
When| Week One
Warnings/Notes| ???

Anna was freaking out to say the very least. She was just back in Arendelle, on her way to see her sister-- She was about to knock on the door, right? Or was that just a dream? And now she was being told she had to fight to the death, shoved in admittedly cute pajamas, injected with God knows what...

And sent to a museum?

There was no one around when she arrived... And for the first time in forever? She was kind of thankful for that. Heart racing, this had to be some kind of dream, she glanced around frantically, gaze falling on the several "EXIT" signs. A door- that was a good sign. Anna dashed towards it, looking around to make sure she was still alone.... But when she reached it? It was locked. Tugging on the handle, she tried her hardest not to cry over how futile it was. She turned to look for another way out, finding one of the doors slightly ajar.

With a deep breath, she ran towards it, tripping a little over her own two feet, and reached it quickly. Peeking into the (oh my god that's really dark) stairwell, another deep breath and she's running up the stairs. As fast as her feet can take her and she doesn't stop until she starts to run out of breath- exiting on what the sign says is the third floor.

Which is pretty cool, she's not going to say it isn't. It's really cool-- Dinosaurs and a mess hall of some sort.

She's only a little hungry, well, she's always hungry... But the promise of food makes her hungrier and she really is jonesing for some chocolate. So, she can be found rummaging for the sweets there or later she's made her way to stare at the dinosaur fossils.

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[polyturtle]

He and Max had parted ways. Out of necessity, as opposed to animosity, thankfully. And he had made his way to the third floor as well, sneaking his way to the cafeteria to grab items. Mostly whatever non-perishable items he could get his hands on, whatever might be left. Then, he'd go down to the basement...

It was sneaking behind the counter that he saw Anna. Quickly he went behind the counter, though, unfortunately, it would not be impossible for Anna to see the shadow dashing from one place to another. Or, at least to realize there was someone - or something - all too close by for comfort. Even if he was hoping he hadn't been spotted or sensed.

Shell...

[ordinaire]

Anna wasn't one to be completely aware of her surroundings. In fact, she was really terrible at it. But there was something about supposedly being in this death match (honestly, the things she must dream up! it had to have been some bad chocolate at the party or something) that made her just a tiny bit more aware.

Noticing the movement, very briefly, just out of the corner of her eye, she nearly froze. Right. Death match. Her hand went out, patting the items near her in the hopes of finding something to defend herself with.

A pot.

Gripping the handle, she stood straighter a little slowly, suddenly short of breath. It's okay, Anna, you can do this. "Who's there?"

..... Oh so threatening sounding. Great job.

[polyturtle]

...No, Anna, no. Its not working. But shell it all, he was caught.

"...I'm not going to hurt you." A shadow slowly rose up from its hiding place. "I'm just here for supplies."

[ordinaire]

Of course it was working. She was the most intimidating when she wanted to be. Anna peered at the shadow and really tried to stop her hand from shaking, that wouldn't be intimidating at all.

"I won't hurt you if you don't hurt me," she promised, trying to see who was over there.

[pointandclickme]

Who could be blamed for loving sweets? Or dinosaurs. Both were good in Mouse's book. Which was why, with one PJ pocket full of sugar packets, he had ventured out of his fortified science palace (known as the planetarium to most) and cautiously ventured into the unknown regions of the death trap.

He paused when he noticed someone else had had the idea already, hovering by the doorway of the fossil exhibit...until he figured out the figure in that animal-themed outfit was female. And after a couple days stuck in a room with naught but dudes and crab monsters, he was willing to put safety on the line. So he smoothed down his hair, kept his hands where she could see them, and stepped into the room.

"Hey."

[ordinaire]

There were so few simple pleasures in life anymore. Anna didn't find any chocolate, but that didn't mean she hadn't given up her search. Still, when she heard the voice from the doorway, she might have flailed a little and nearly toppled over as she turned around to see who it was.

Insta-skeptic... She couldn't be anything but that, even if she did think this was all some crazy dream. (She was starting to believe that less and less now, honestly.) She smiled warily and glanced down to see if her trusty metal pot from earlier was still near her-- just in case-- before glancing back at him just as quickly. "Ah-- Hi. Hey."

[pointandclickme]

"Whoa, easy."

Hands were held up even further, underscoring the fact he wasn't carrying any weapons (and, man, he just knew this was going to back fire on him soon, but ah well). He also risked a tiny step forward, because raised voices in echo-prone rooms would probably only bring about that whole death and doom thing a little faster.

"Don't freak. I'm a fellow unwilling tourist in Skinner's Box Fun Park."

[ordinaire]

Anna pressed her lips together, watching him. She wouldn't pick up her makeshift weapon until he was potentially a threat. Normally? That was a really bad idea, but she kind of believed him. Who would really want to be in this place after all?

"Sorry," she replied, making no sudden movements herself and keeping her voice soft. "Just... Jumpy? A little jumpy because this place is insane. Like, totally crazy."

probably spoilery for onlookers

[hanssome]

Hans considers himself to be an adaptable person. When presented with a situation or person, it doesn't often take him long to adjust and become disarmingly comfortable. Thus far, the Arena has proven to be a strain on those inherent abilities, but he's managed to survive. Foods had proven to be deeply valuable, given that a single donut had been payment enough for access to two swords, one of which had been traded for a little back up. If you asked him, he'd say he's handled himself reasonably well, but there's that constant feeling of uncertainty looming.

Upon entering the third floor, he'd sent his sword-hired goon in one direction and headed the other way himself. He has yet to see anyone familiar from his world, and he's honestly glad for it. Nobody should underestimate how little he wants to return to the Southern Isles or how little he ever wants to see a particular pair of women from Arendelle again.

As luck would have it, one half of that particular duo happens to be a few steps ahead of him, admiring the scenery. In a death match. He can't help being a little amused by that, but he's all business as he approaches. With no idea that people could arrive from different points in their stories, having her around is a huge risk. Unfortunately, his silent approach is ruined by a particularly aggressive war cry far in the distance and he's forced to lower his sword and look nothing more than surprised. As if he wasn't intending to pick her off quickly. Right.

"Anna?" His voice is wary, unsure how she'll react to his presence.

[ordinaire]

Anna hadn't noticed anyone advancing on her, the girl kept forgetting she was in a supposed death match really. But regardless, the loud cry from somewhere in the distance made her jump a little and brought her out of her daydream... Or whatever you do when you stare at dinosaur fossils for that long.

She turned to find Hans. Of all the people to see in this place-- well of course he would show up. He's like her knight in shining armor, and since this was her dream (growing evermore skeptical of that by the minute), she wasn't surprised. Much. Okay, maybe she was. Especially with what he was wearing.

But she shouldn't laugh. Just because they put her in super cute pajamas that she'd love to take home if she could, didn't mean that he liked or hated what they put him in. So be cool... Be calm... Don't blush they're just pajamas, Anna.

"Hans!"

The previous had all gone through her mind in possibly a split second, as soon as she heard him say her name she was running over and nearly (?) tackling him in a hug. "I'm so glad you're here!"

[hanssome]

Typically, things didn't go as smoothly as Hans had hoped they might. It would have been far too easy to nip this one in the bud, but he'll roll with the punches as best he can.

It's clear quite quickly that something has altered her state of mind from the last time they met. He'd been bracing for one of those punches she's so eager to dish out, so the hug is almost startling enough to knock him to the ground. He stumbles, but he braces just in time. His sword falls from his hand as he just sort of raises them out of confusion, not sure if he's meant to touch her.

He supposes it's possible she's frightened enough to appreciate seeing him, though he did come quite close to murdering her. Even Anna can't be that stupid, can she? Whatever. Punches. Rolling with them. He lets out a soft laugh at her excitement, finally placing a hand on the small of her back before fixing a worried look on you.

"I wish I could say the same." No you don't. "It's not safe here, Anna!" Which should be obvious enough, but he does like to make her think he's worried.

[ordinaire]

Absolutely nothing altered her state of mind, she was just as enamored with him as she was when she left Arendelle. Why? She wasn't supposed to be? Pulling from the embrace, cheeks flushed, she looked up at him with wide eyes as her hands rested on his shoulders.

"I know... I'm just really glad I'm not here alone, but oh my goodness that sounds horrible. It's not that I want you to be in this situation, but I'm so thankful I'm not alone..."

A pause and she hugs him again, burying her face in his shoulder briefly. "I'm just glad there's someone here I know I can trust."

[acroodawakening]

As she stared at the dinosaur fossils, Anna was being watched. It was not something that was easy to pick up on, given the relative silence of the watcher but the camouflage he was wearing was made from strips of cloth (a cut-up hakama from the diorama on ancient Japan) so she might have heard the slightest whisper of cloth rubbing against cloth coming from....somewhere. Maybe a quiet footstep, the sole of a stolen Roman sandal tapping against the floor.

[ordinaire]

One thing about it, Anna was not aware of her surroundings at all. Still, there was that feeling at the back of her neck that she was maybe not alone...

And then the soft sound of was that clothing or a foot? Or was she just completely imagining things? Honestly Anna, your imagination gets away with you sometimes. Chewing on her lip a little, she glanced cautiously to one side... then the other.... without moving her head. If she was completely still, maybe they'd go away.

Maybe.

Probably not.

[acroodawakening]

Yes, that was totally how a death match worked. If you stood still, out in the open, people wouldn't kill you. Brilliant plan. The very best survival tactic.

That was enough for Guy to simply sigh to himself and scurry a little closer.

(Next they'd be throwing toddlers in here. What were they thinking?)

She'd be able to see him now, moving in the shadows of the bones of a T-Rex. This was because he wanted to be seen by her, rather than popping up and surprising her.

It was probably not the most comforting sight, the figure crawling towards her in the shadows, wearing animals skins (or at least imitation animal skins - as he'd stolen them off wax figure, they weren't the real thing), and a strange sort of headdress that he'd made from many strips of black cloth, tied together at his head to a sort of headband. His face was painted with charcoal from one of the exhibits and dyed a dark brown in places from berries he'd found in the edible plant exhibit.

Oh yeah, then there was the spear. He had one of those. It looked pretty sharp.

[ordinaire]

Okay, look. She's still kind of in denial about the whole death match thing. That's weird and not even the cruelest of people would put others through that... Or so she thinks. But this is also a little too weird to be a dream-- she does not have this vivid of an imagination.

She doesn't think so, at least, since it's a little far out there and really really strange. But the fact that there is definitely someone around-- heading towards her oh my god, was enough to make her freeze a little more. Right, her metal pot should help with this situation...

Oh dear god, was he dressed like a caveman?? Her brow furrowed as she reached, slowly, to pick up her make shift weapon by the handle. A spear, how could she compete with that? Knock it out of the way with her cooking utensil?

[hit_girl_mindy]

All in all, Mindy is feeling pretty good. She has two weapons, she has food and a spool of wire for when she actually found time to set traps. Death was not going to come for her anytime soon, even in the ridiculous outfit. By now, it was at least a little more torn, the tail having been ripped off and the ear at least starting to come apart. If she had work to do, no goddamn pajamas were going to slow her down.

She's moving through floor quickly enough though, moving swift, taking what she can get when she come across a girl she had to actually stare at in disbelief. It was bad enough to have people who had ulterior motives, they were hard enough to spot. When you came across someone so the opposite of that it HURT though? She had to actually watch in disbelief.

"What the hell do you think you're doing."

[ordinaire]

The sudden voice startled Anna to the point where she turned so fast, she nearly fell over. Reaching out to grab onto the guard rail, just in case, she looked at the girl and furrowed her brow. Ok, there was no need for language like that. Especially from a young lady. But then again, what did it matter in a place where you were expected to kill other people? (By now she's almost completely come to terms with this reality.)

"I was looking at the fossils..."

Because they're interesting and that's what you do in museums.

[hit_girl_mindy]

"You're gonna get killed like that," Mindy said, weighing at first if this chick was actually being serious and, seeing her, realizing she actually was. "Christ. Obviously you have to be new, or you'd know that by now."

She came out of the shadows, putting her knife away. There was no telling what would happen next, but at least she had to get this one out.

"Stick to places out of the light, or they're gonna spot you, and DON'T go to the parking lot. Saw a girl already placing bombs there."

[relatability]

While he has no intentions of killing or even hurting the girl, she's eating all of the food and that's kind of troublesome. Although the food she was eating seemed pretty unhealthy in general and not worth much for satisfying hunger, but food was food.

And he reaches out with his good arm to grab her by the back of her shirt and tug her back.

"Leave some for the rest, will you?"

[ordinaire]

Okay, lookie here... She would argue that she is definitely not eating all the food. Just some comfort food, okay? Ok. It was hard for her not to scream when she was yanked back, but she somehow managed just a small squeal. Flailing, she attempted to hit the person who tugged her, but it was all landing on air.

Calm... Calm and composed, Anna... "All you have to do is ask, you don't need to tug me around like that!"

[relatability]

"Wasn't sure if you'd be able to hear anyone over the sound of yourself eating."

He lets go of her shirt once she's calm, dropping her without much ceremony.

"If you eat like that, you'll exhaust your own food supply."

Mind a late tag?

[grandmas_gurl]

Sweets and dinosaurs. A fairy tale after Ruby's own heart, by the sound of it. Under different circumstances, she'd have loved to chat, swap tales and maybe share chocolate providers. In the arena, however...

The were was dressed in her wolf-onesies, instead of one of her culture-level scavenged clothes. The grays provided camouflage, and the material was as snug as it was dorky. There were also no moving parts to rub against each other and give away her location, as she moved forward.

Anna seemed harmless enough, eating chocolate. Maybe she’d even prove friendly. Still, Ruby squeezed her stolen frying pan’s handle, between both hands. She wanted to be ready if things turned bad.

"Hey."

Of course not! :D

[ordinaire]

Anna really wished people would stop surprising her. Sure, that might be an element to the "game" that could help you win... But it also meant that one Princess would be flailing and nearly falling over every time someone did it to her.

Eyes wide, she turned to the woman who had spoken, one hand reaching for her new handy-dandy steel pot as the other wiped stray chocolate from her mouth. "Hey."

<3 <3

[grandmas_gurl]

Pot vs. Pan. Clash of The Cookware. The thin and the... bountiful? Go? These are just some of the jokes Capitolites might make if the fairy tales clashed. Ruby had no intention of making the first move, though.

"...Come here often?" Don't look at her. It was the best she could come up with on short notice.