Mini Arena 3

[etcircenses]

The kids are picked up from the daycare bright and early, but by the Capitol instead of their parents. It's just like old times in the arenas, with only children to contend.

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Stylists are starting to get used to the mini-arenas, though it doesn't mean they've been allowed to dress tributes in whatever they want. All the tributes will be dressed as proxy copy of a respective video game character. All tributes are reminded about the ticket rules for this round.

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The platforms lift them up, and there is no cornucopia to be seen. The only way tributes will be able to help and protect themselves is if they go out of their way to harm another tribute and get the tickets, which will be tallied by their watches. The lights of the games flicker and glow within the dark. Classic video game fight tunes play overhead. Before them lay a great and stretching obstacle course, filled with animatronic enemies and various other hazards.

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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.

[OOC: Remember, this is forwardated by a week.]

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[anachronologistics]

Davesprite agrees on the Temple of Doom comment. "Placing bets that the rolling boulder is a goddamn katamari and--"

He doesn't get a chance to finish his thought because Terezi's voice is cutting through the chaos and Dave is following her.

God damn it.

"Yeah. Sure. Let's just follow the blind girl over a pit full of cannibalistic children's toys. There is absolutely nothing that could go wrong there, slick..."

But there's a certain amount of tact that one must have when dealing with themselves. On one hand, Davesprite is very quick to take notice of the way Dave wobbles -- let's give credit where credit is due, though, he notices only for the obvious reason -- but on the other hand he knows better than to exactly swoop in like Robin Hood saving Maid Marion from a pit of man-eating furballs. It would just look totally uncool. So, he keeps a precise amount of distance between them. Enough distance that Dave can carry himself and recover as much of his dignity that can be scraped together in this bullshit, while being close enough that diving in to bail Dave out if his leg winds up trying to mutiny isn't entirely an impossibility.

He really doesn't want to follow the troll girl, but Dave isn't going to give him much of a choice and he sure as hell isn't leaving Dave behind, so he does.

[pythianjudgment]

There's some relief in her expression when Dave does decide to follow her, despite the fact that she knows Davesprite is making some disparaging remark, even if she can't hear it. He still trusts her, even if his timeline-altered self doesn't.

Each time they get close, Terezi jumps ahead to test the next platform, and the next, and the next. There are a couple of platforms that do crumble when she lands on them, but she quickly side-jumps to a different one at the slightest sound beneath her feet. Her reflexes are wired, and she's not taking any chances here. She doesturn to sniff over her shoulder after each one to make sure they're getting along okay. Dave doesn't smell so hot on his feet, but with Davesprite right there with him, she's pretty sure that Dave won't take a tumble like that again.

When they get to the end, Terezi stops and waits, trying not to let her concern show too much. She was never quite as good at the pokerface deal as Dave was, though.

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[shenunigans]

There is nothing cool about Dave right now. Not a damn thing. He's been attacked by a goddamn furby, he might as well hurl himself into the depths of the foam and get it out of the way. Alas, he has a naggy bird on one side and a naggy troll on the other. He needs to truck on with as much style as possible and not wither into oblivion dust like a shitty star.

He doesn't need Davesprite's feedback when it comes to Terezi, but there isn't really a chance to explain why it is he's trusting her. That'd be a long story, like if they sat down and talked about their feelings Mid-Arena. Instead, when Dave gets to the platform, he gives it a careful tap with his foot before moving to sit down on his ass and pull up the blood soaked leg of his pants to reveal a nasty looking bite on his leg.

"Well that smarts." He grumbles, but he's pushing the fabric back down and moving to stand again. "Could use a spongebob bandaid around here." He glances upward vaguely before looking about the course and back to Terezi. "Where are you headed?"

[anachronologistics]

... well, for a blind girl, she certainly looks like she can handle her shit.

Davesprite still keeps his respectable distance, even when Dave sits down. The wound doesn't look too hot. It looks like it could be hella worse, naturally, but it definitely doesn't look good. "Man, if you're going with a themed bandaid, you should probably stick with Thomas the Tank Engine and his neverending mantras of I think I can, I think I can..." Mainly, he's just talking to hear himself talk. Somehow, it's easier to think. "Wait, was that even Thomas the Tank Engine? Jesus christ, I can't remember."

At Dave's question, he glances in Terezi's direction as well. Not that he was particularly interested, but if they're going to follow the blind troll-girl, and the blind troll-girl can come through with them, he might as well continue to follow along.

[pythianjudgment]

Where is she headed? What a good question.

"Nowhere right now because you are sitting your ass down and getting some proper medical attention." There is no way that Dave is going to make it anywhere with his leg chewed up like that--not when he's in the middle of an obstacle course. This arena is not the same flavor of Until the Last Left Standing, so that means that Operation Keep Dave Alive can proceed without any attempted (and forbidden) martyrism. And his injured leg is definitely a damper in her plans.

"You wouldn't happen to have anything on hand yet? We could maybe manage bandages between the three of us, but festering wounds do not make for agile runners."

[shenunigans]

It's easier for Dave if he pretends that this is alright. Just a bite, people have made it further with bites. Australians leg it home covered in snakes and crocodiles, everybody knows that. He's fine, because he's telling himself he's fine.

Alas, the way that both of them are standing around looking at him like he's on some doctor drama isn't helping his delusion. Trust Terezi to snap him out of it entirely, which he thanks her for with a groan.

"That was the Little Engine That Could, jackass. He was too badass for a name, but Spongebob could kick his lily ass any day of the week." Which is truly what they should be focusing on. "Bupkis. I ain't got shit. It'll be fine, I'll walk it off." He waves them off as if they're actually hovering around and not standing in their own space, trying to pull himself up all the while.