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

[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?

[shenunigans]

"That's both a harsh and questionable observation for a Princess to be making." He points out, happy to keep riffing on each other if it means they can focus on something other than how badly this is turning out.

"I'll take that over this any day." He admits, his tone sounding more than a little defeated as he glances around. "If we keep floating here we're going to die of hypothermia."

[rediscover]

"I think you'll live," Anna deadpans, before the irony of that statement hits her.

Well. Whoops?

She recovers from her little blunder quickly enough, though, and now that her skirt is ripped off to a scandalous length, they can get the heck out of Dodge.

"You're right. Should we try getting to the stairs?"

[shenunigans]

"You think so? You're betting on the wrong donkey." He gives her an exasperated look, not letting the comment go unnoticed like the finicky bastard he is.

"Sounds like a master plan." He agrees, sort of. Glancing around worriedly and trying to will himself to let go of the edge of the table. "You go ahead." He urges, no joking lilt to his voice.

[rediscover]

Anna can't help but feel a bit nervous now that she's the one taking initiative. After all, if Dave dies while they're trying to escape, it'll pretty much be her fault. But they have to at least try, so Anna lets out a shaky breath and plunges back into the icy water, unable to stop from crying out at how cold it is.

"It's fine, I'm fine," she reassures him. "Just c-cold. Come on, let go."

[shenunigans]

Don't think Dave doesn't feel like an ass wipe for it. By all means he should be the one hauling their asses out of here. Anna seemed pretty tough, but he's a knight for fuck's sake. Why did it have to be water?

He cringes as she cries, inhaling as discreetly as he can and pushing back, trying to force himself not to flounder as he scoots himself back to the nearest wall.

"Stairs aren't too far from here. I think." He forces his voice to steady. "Gonna be an easy trip."

[rediscover]

"Yeah," Anna agrees, trying not to notice the way her breath is fogging in the chill air. "Easy enough." She peers through the dimming lights, pointing at a shadowy-looking hallway across the room.

"Look, over there. That ought to lead to the stairs." She really, really hopes she's right, because her toes are starting to go numb and she's afraid of what that means.

[shenunigans]

This is the most graceless he's look in his entire life, he thinks. He's devoid of swag, all he possesses is the ability to doggy paddle and flail around in the water, but he feels like he's making process. Until he hears something creaking in the distance. What he hears is the sound of a load of floating furniture finally busting through a door when the ship is angled just enough for the cascade of furniture to flow fast toward them.

"Holy shit-" Is about all he manage to sputter out as he gets swept off to the side by a barrage of tables and chairs. "Fuck this- Anna?" He calls out, clinging desperately to whatever seems sturdy right now.

[rediscover]

She notices, of course, how ridiculous Dave looks, but now isn't the time to be pointing that out. What he needs is for her to have faith that they can both come out of this unscathed.

Not that they will.

She's swimming for the door when she hears an ominous groaning and creaking of wood, followed by Dave calling out in surprise. She turns, looking for him, and panics when she can't immediately see him, but that's not the worst of it. Some of the furniture is headed for her, too, and she lets out a gasp as she's hit in the chest and stomach by a fast-floating table, knocking the wind out of her.

"Dave--!" She sputters, trying to get the air back. "Are you okay? Where are you?"