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

[shenunigans]

[Truth be told, Dave wasn't even sure what he was doing at this point. He should have waited, he knows that now. The explosion and the concern that he'd been responsible for it had numbed any logical thinking and just filled him with the desire to run and keep running.

His head is down and stupidly enough, he's not watching where he's going. Not until he collides headfirst with someone's back and falls backward onto his ass. When he realises he has no idea who this guy up, he's hopping up into a fighting stance and giving him a stern look. He has a knife, this could go any way.]

Step off, yo. I have a black belt in origami and I'll probably only use it if you piss me off. [Which is his way of saying he won't attack, he just defends.]

[biomechatronic]

[Dennett for his part had also had a knife, until the collision had knocked it out of his hand. It clatters across the floor, and he's torn--his eyes darting between where it is lying on the floor and the young man he had collided with. And of course, in the absolute top of his mind is the rats.

Rats. Disease and rabies and their little feet skittering over bare skin and....ugh!!!]

[Terror gives him something....kind of resembling courage.]

You ran into me! We don't have time for...I have a knife!

[It's just...over there. Maybe the other doesn't notice that.]

[shenunigans]

[Dave glances toward the knife on the ground, giving him a skeptical look for a long moment. His red eyes scan over Dennet appraisingly before he drops the stance and moves to approach him.]

Running sounds like a good idea right now. If you don't knife me I can watch your back for the moment. [Wouldn't be so bad to have someone to scale the ship with for the moment, poor guy seems kind of frantic.] You on the look-out for anyone?

[biomechatronic]

[Dennett is terrible at bluffing, the way he tries to suddenly hide his obviously empty hands behind his back being Exhibit A. He's going to siiiiidle on over closer to it. Smooth.]

I'm not going to knife anyone! It's just there to-- [And Dennett spills his grand master plan like a glass of milk. ] to make people think I will.

[It worked? maybe?]

Alex. Alex Murphy. Big. Silver and black.

[He hasn't seen him here, but that didn't mean much: Dennnett wasn't tall and the crowds in the boats blocked his view.]

[shenunigans]

[The more Dennett blunders around, the more Dave realises that he's absolutely harmless. He feels a little sorry for him, guy is going to need some help if he wants to make it anywhere.]

One of these days someone is going to take you seriously. [He retorts, not without a faint air of amusement. He keeps approaching, hoping he doesn't seem like a threat anymore.]

Haven't seen him, sounds like someone you'd notice straight away though. [Helpful.] If you know him, does that mean you know Clara?