Mini Arena 2

[etcircenses]

Tributes are woken early, and the hovercraft ride is a long one. Not the longest some have experienced, but they are clearly going far.

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They land on the deck of the boat, and are ushered underneath, to the lower levels, quickly. Their stylists go from cabin to cabin, decking them out in over the top finery, before loading them into the pods installed into the corners of the rooms.

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The platforms lift them up, and they are all ringed around a grand buffet table, loaded with a grand feast looking ready to sag down from the weight. Among the food are supplies, plenty of them, all for the taking.

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They've all been warned, don't step off your pedestal early. They have also been warned to put on a good show. That's all this is about, a good show. None of them have been told that there can be multiple winners this time around.

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The sound of the gong plays crystal clear across the opening. The games have begun.

Comments

[carnagecarnival]

He takes the tank back, looking confused and unsure as his his gaze goes from the tank in his hands to Sigma's face, searching desperate. The smile coupled with telling him to turn away... if he came from a culture, a world, where such things were done, he might be more aware of all the implication. He might see through how such things are done. As it is, the worry that grips doesn't tell him if all it's valid or not, that Sigma intends to be left to die, or if he simply wants this time alone.

He listens to the instructions, breathes deep, and steels himself. He's a subjugglator. He can't depend all on anyone so. That's how to lose people. So he lifts his chin.

"AIGHT," He says. He steps back so that he may bow, low and genuine-- a soldier to a superior though he will accept no superior now, and thus it is only in respect. And gratitude. "May Messiahs allow of our paths crossing once the fuck more again."

[bloomstwice]

[ Through his dizziness, Rock Lee could hear the statue creaking.

He had watched as the girl tripped, and ran face-first into the pedestal. He had wanted to do something or at least offer her a hand, but the idea of running your face right into this thing made Lee want to puke more than he already did now. It was probably better to keep whatever food was inside of him now, instead of bringing it all back up and running on empty.

The statue was starting to wobble as he looked up, and the girl was too busy trying to get her food together to notice. People were running by without even noticing anything. Trying to push his seasickness to the side, Lee scrambled to his feet and pushed the girl away, right before the statue came down where she knelt before.

no no don't be! it happens, haha ;P

[bloomstwice]

[ Lee gave her a shaky kind of smile. ] Yes. I only get sick when I am on boats, however. [ Speaking of. The boat lurched, and it took Lee all he had not to throw up on the lady. Why did it have to be on a boat? Why?

He didn't like the idea of dying here...especially when he felt as sick as he did. But he tried to tough it out (it was kind of hard, with the advice she was giving him...), and started to stand. ] I will not die, not today! I refuse to give up!

[bloomstwice]

Excuse your language, sir.

"I, I get seasick!" Lee really, really didn't want to die this way. He was a ninja- he was supposed to be cool and sneaky and easy to rely on...but that really wasn't the case with him now, was it? He felt like poop and he was covered in puke and it was all thanks to this ship. "I just get sick on boats! When they rock, it makes me feel unwell!"

Please do not kill me for vomiting on your shoes...

omg baby

[carnagecarnival]

He growls and shakes his head. It ain't directed at Lee, but rather, exasperation at the capitol. Why would they send out someone what all would be this useless? This fucker could hardly walk all like this. Seasick. Of course.

"WELL, THERE'S MOTHERFUCKING THAT THEN," He says, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I ain't know as how to up and help you, motherfucker, I don't do ships. LEST ALL YOU WISH ON STRIFING HIM SO HE CAN END YOU EARLY. All what he can think is find somewhere what ain't here to get up and out of the rest."

He makes a noise that sounds like a disgusted 'bluh'.

[polyturtle]

"Well--" Don stopped and held the side of a doorway carefully, as the ship groaned and shuddered. "If the legend itself survived, the ship itself isn't going to be as lucky!"

Once the groan passed, he was on his way again.

[polyturtle]

"Its a live electric wire," Don replied, pointing to the wire. "Electricity, its...basically what lightning's made of. Just generally grounded, but that live wire? Isn't grounded. Meaning if it touches water - or something that's on the water - it'll instantly ground through you, electrocute you and kill you!"

[rediscover]

She lets out a huff as she stabs at the fabric, sending beads flying to float away on the water. "Better than stripping down to my drawers in front of you and the whole Capitol," she counters, and once she's got a big enough hole that she can fit a few fingers in, she starts to rip. The gown is too close-fitted through the thigh to just do away with the flared mermaid bottom, so she's had to start at mid-thigh. Anna gets about half of it ripped off, before it gets a bit awkward to maneuver. She turns to Dave.

"Could you--?" Cue her flushing a little deeper.

[shenunigans]

Dave shies away from the bead explosion, narrowing his eyes at her accusingly. "Quit acting like I'm going to perv on you, sheesh. I have bigger problems right now than how you look in your underwear." And then he remembers how they first met. "But fairs fair since you had a gander at my delicates. Just saying."

He's increasingly exasperated with this situation, especially when she turns to him with a look on her face like that. Gurl, what are you even playing at anymore.

"Your sister is gonna kill me." He grumbles under his breath, but he complies and shifts his weight as best he can to start ripping at the fabric while trying not to look at anything.

[dying]

[ Thane is not looking like much of a challenge right now. That's alright by him. He has absolutely no intention to actually kill Dave, but he doesn't need to know that. The punch landed, but didn't disorient him too much. He stepped back and slowed his pace towards Dave. He didn't carry any weapons (he hadn't even bothered stopping to pick up supplies). Knowing where they were, he knew that he wouldn't last particularly long. He was better with his hands.

He watched him grab a knife. His eyes took in each and every one of the motions and he continued towards him, watching, careful. ]

[blinddrunkenmaster]

"Well, if he has any sense, he'll be going up to the deck," Kota said, looking around to try and find a relatively safe path up. "You might have better luck looking there than down to the ballroom."

[rediscover]

Anna blinks several times, before letting go the banister and hopping gratefully onto his back. "Thanks," she breathes, and then "Sorry." Her legs wrap tight around his waist as well as she can in her tight gown, and her arms snake around his neck. And, well, she's still too scared to look around them, so she buries her face into the side of his neck and holds on for dear life. She trusts him better than she trusts any of these other people, after all.

[rediscover]

[Anna lets out another long, shaky breath.] Okay. Okay. I...I got this.

[She's totally got this. Slowly, reluctantly, her fingers loosen, cramped from holding on so tightly, and then she's letting go completely, only to loop her arm through Steve's. It's embarrassing, how scared she is, but the way the deck is beginning to tilt has her all kinds of freaked out. She gives him a sheepish smile.]

Sorry, I'm so sorry, I've just, you know. Never been on a sinking death trap before.

[rediscover]

"You'd better!" Anna laughs nervously, well aware that Elsa's probably watching with horror at this entire exchange. "Besides, it's not like there was anything impressive to see." Ooh, low blow. Forgive her, Dave, she's a tiny bit stressed out right now.

"It's alright," she reassures him as he starts ripping off the back half of her dress. "She'll kill both of us. We'll die together." Just another day, right?

Closed to Joan

[metalicarus]

He didn't know how he'd managed to lose track of his partner in the chaos of a few minutes, but he had. He'd been searching for close to two hours now, trying his best to avoid anyone else in case they were looking for a fast confrontation and still he'd seen nothing. He didn't dare call out, not in such close quarters but he was beginning to wonder if he'd end up drowning before he could find Albert and try to get the older man to the deck.

Even if that was going to be the case, he couldn't just give up and head up there himself either. So he kept looking. His search took him all over the middle levels of the large ship, which left him with only the lower ones to check. The ones that were sinking. He sped up his pace.

Jet's head was a million other places than what was immediately around him which was probably why he took the corner heading into a hallway that ended in a staircase a little too fast, a bad combination when mixed with not paying attention to who or what might be immediately around said corner.

[youbarium]

"But if the ship sinks," Carlos argues, "then there is a very real chance that every Tribute in this Arena will die. If that's the case, what are the winning conditions? Is the last one to freeze to death the winner?"

[ruffntumblenut]

Ruffnut's swing missed and caused her to tumble off balanced onto the stairs chin first with a CRACK.

Stunned by the pain in her chin she started to fall down the stairs backwards. "Geeze kid you are taking this way too seriously it's not like we really die."

The lanky Viking girl tried to push herself back up rubbing her chin, only to have the Shark she'd just fed burst from the water behind her and bite down onto her midsection. "ACK!" She let out a yelp sounding more startled then in pain as the shock washed over her preventing her from feeling the teeth slicing into her spine.

[ruffntumblenut]

[Ruffnut let out a startled yelp as she's thrown aside and a statue comes crashing down upon the one who did it. Her eyes are wide as dinner plates as the dust settles and she adjusts to the constantly shifting floor under them]

Whoa...close one.

[arrhenphobia]

At first Mariko leaned towards the person she had crashed on, almost clinging, looking for safe and comfort. Only after she heard a deep, male voice speaking to her she began to register that what had just happened. Slowly and shaking, she looked up with uneasy eyes. Eyes that were filled with fear once she saw the old man looking back at her.

Even though Norton would seem like the harmless and gentlest person ever, to Mariko he looked like the most dangerous person on the whole ship right now.

She blinked few times before she began to pull away and scream. "No! No! No! Get away from me!"

[ruffntumblenut]

"I...ground? What?" This all sounded vaguely familiar. In her mind she was drawn back to a situation where lightning was striking Berk aggressively and she thought it was the gods anger.

"You mean they actually tried to contain Thor's power? Does Thor know?" She gaped and leaned in close once again making the hair on her head rise up.

Re: Closed to Joan

[formersurgeon]

Joan was standing around the corner, looking up at the beams that held up the ceiling, at the way they were twisting. The whole ship was being torn apart by the force of the water, by the way the weight of the ship was starting to work against itself. Time was running out for everyone, and anyone in those lower decks...

Then somebody collided with her from behind, and she stumbled forward, whirled around, held her hands up defensively.

"Hey!"

[metalicarus]

Jet nearly jumped back himself once he realized he'd collided with someone. His hands were up and his stance defensive.

"Sorry, I wasn't watching. I'm not looking to hurt you."

Blue eyes darted over the woman's face as he tried to figure out if he knew her, he'd just about decided he didn't when it occurred to him. Albert had pointed her out once.

"You're Joan, right? Joan...um..Watson? Then I'm really not lookin' to hurt you, I'm looking for Albert."

[formersurgeon]

She blinked when he recognized her, narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to place him. When he mentioned Albert, she raised her eyebrows.

"Albert. Oh. Are you Jet?"

[whoseesbynight]

The sight of a dark shape coming in through one of the doors isn't a comfortable one. In fact, Nepeta is halfway through pressing herself further back against the wall when Carlos' head breaks the water, and she's not ashamed to say that there's a sigh of relief to see someone she knows. It might be a small thing, but it's still better than some of the other things that she'd been imagining.

She nods at the question, though. "I'm purretty sure I do."

She's not getting out of the room without help, that much is certain, and she doesn't want to die cold and alone, if she can at all help.

[biomechatronic]

In his mind it's less cocky than figuring no one would particularly bother with a harmless man like him.

"S-something? What kind of something?" Because he's developed a nervous tic about knitting needles, let him tell you. "Of course I trust you, Clara." He still can't imagine killing anyone. Or Clara killing him. The slap, well, that had been deserved.