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[gamemakers]

WHO| Anyone who wanted in on this
WHAT| Exploring the lower levels of the ruins.
WHEN| A few days after the start of the Cornucopia. Please specify times, if relevant, in subject line.
WHERE| Lower levels of the ruins
WARNING/NOTES| This thread is to overlap these interactions, so please see who else has posted before starting a new thread. We will be rolling for what people will be able to grab in the above OOC thread.

The building had obviously been for something huge. Because it was huge. Miles of corridors, all wrapped around each other, followed in their path by many, many pipes, and most of them still accessible. Occasionally a collapsed wall impedes the hall's path, but down here most everything is clear. Room after room split off, varying from offices, now left in ruins, to huge rooms fulls of large machines, now rusted and useless. Break rooms, labs, control rooms, whatever was done here, it was big. And from what was still here-over turned chairs, projects left disintegrating on tables-abandoned in a hurry.

And down here? Now dark. Occasionally a collapsed roof let in shafts of light. But once your eyes adjusted to the dark, a soft glow became apparent. All along the walls, a softly glowing mold was spreading, giving just enough light to see by. It was nice and warm down here too, a refreshing break from the cold outside.

And if you followed the right halls, suddenly you found yourself in a large, open room. In the middle is a strange lump of smooth rock, having been blown down there from some explosion from above. And around that? All the supplies your little heart could desire. There are force fields that flicker softly in the corners, but they don't stop you from retrieving the supplies.

What might, however, is the way the room makes you feel. Tingling, and overwhelmingly nauseous. Although the room itself is pleasantly warm, anyone standing there is hot, feverish, and feels as if they have the worst bout of flu. Ever.

Comments

General exploration (and possibly other things too)!

[polyturtle]

This place gave him the creeps. The feeling of dread he'd felt only increased as he entered the ruins. Go back! Don't be a fool! His initial feeling screamed. But then he heard another voice, the voice of his father.

You must trust your instinct. If something is wrong, you must discover the source.

And so he went in. And was instantly hit with a feeling of familiarity. The lobby was just like any other lobby in an office building, but there were also rusted metal detectors. Several of them.

And he started to go further in, that feeling of dread threatening to turn into nausea. Deeper into the dark to figure out what the shell was going on with this Arena.

[Noon of day 9]

[greymatter]

By the time he'd reached the building around noon, the mud he'd so carefully re-coated the reflective lining of his jacket with the previous night was flaking away. It was probably something he should have been concerned with, but between the cold, the hunger, and an oddly persistent headache, he just couldn't be bothered.

He's been exploring the building for about an hour when he becomes aware that the creeping nausea he'd chalked up to hunger is growing.

Oh.

...This is a wonderful time to be getting sick.

[poisonnectar]

Minatsuki was getting desperate. She'd lost track of how much time she'd spent in the arena, and a diet of berries wasn't going to support her for much longer.

She'd figured out early on that there might be more supplies in the ruins somewhere, but up until now she hadn't had the courage (or desperation) to go and explore them for herself.

Although she was beginning to wonder if the nausea building in her stomach was a bad omen.

Day 5 (or whatever day Don and Tony came down)

[retrieverchef]

Eliot had left his twin waiting outside while he tracked down the remains of the supplies from the Cornucopia. His brother needed a decent weapon and they could both use more supplies in general.

He felt it right away, the wrongness in the area. At first, that was the best he could describe it. But it was familiar in an unpleasant way. He kept finding himself thinking of Croatia and other war zones except this was so much worse.