Arena 12 - The Spaceport

[etcircenses]

As usual the Tributes are woken up early for the start of the arena, leaving the Tribute Centre before dawn. A few hours ride in a hovercraft delivers them to their destination where their excited prep teams will outfit them in skintight suits that are colour coordinated by District (D1 is White, D2 is Red, D3 is Orange, D4 is Aqua, D5 is Purple, D6 is Pink, D7 is Light Green, D8 is Blue, D9 is Yellow, D10 is Dark Green, D11 is Lavender, and D12 is Black) over which they will be put into what is instantly identifiable as a spacesuit, complete with oxygen tank and helmet before being loaded into the tubes.

They rise up into what appears to be outer space and immediately upon emerging from the tubes Tributes will find themselves floating upwards with a length of rope the only thing holding them to their podiums. The countdown crackles out from speakers built into each Tributes helmet.

20

19

18…

The Cornucopia sits in the middle of a dusty crater with buildings surrounding it, made up of a number of chained down cases and cubes in limited numbers. Cubes which sharp-eyed Tributes will note look like they fit into the slots beside the doors that lead into the spaceport.

8

7

6…

The mirrored visors of the uniformly white spacesuits make it impossible to tell friend from foe. Tributes fighting for goods will have to risk harming their friends but the alternative, floating off into space or suffocating when their oxygen runs out, leaves them little choice.

3

2

1…

The gong rings out and the countdown’s voice announces, “the Arena is now open” before the line goes dead. The Games have begun.

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Cornucopia

[etcircenses]

Sandy Marko : DOA. Closed to Eponine

[justoutrunyou]

For a brief moment, Sandy is overwhelmed with childlike glee at the location chosen for this latest deathmatch.

Space! Really? Space?!

The stars spread out all around and for a moment she wonders if anyone has a chance against Shepard. This is her home field isn't it? Sandy has dreamed of space travel since hearing stories from Shepard and Garrus and Thane. How amazing would it be to travel to new worlds and-

-The gong sounds and Sandy reacts on instinct launching herself forward. The lack of gravity throws her off and her light body feels even more out of control as she careens for the boxes. She doesn't want to leave empty handed. Especially after all the trouble she went to in the last arena not to give the capitol the satisfaction of an easy death.

She's so focused on the items in front of her and keeping herself upright she doesn't notice the impending doom coming up behind her.

Re: Sandy Marko : DOA. Closed to Eponine

[gardienne]

Eponine is determined this time - absolutely and positively determined - to win. She has no idea what she's wearing, but it doesn't make a great deal of difference really, does it? It's not like she can alter the heavy suit or the fact that it's difficult to walk in, and see through and she definitely can't change the fact that the under-suit is far too clingy in the worst places.

The heaviness of the suit becomes clear as she is raised up into the arena. For a minute, she's completely distracted, simply marvelling at the beauty of the stars all around her. It takes her a minute to realise she's floating, and some seconds more to grab hold of the rope to anchor herself.

No. Focus, Eponine.

She grits her teeth and gets ready to sprint.

Ordinarily, Eponine is fast. She's good at running, at sprinting. Laden down with the suit, Eponine is forced to lumber, rather than spped towards the Cornucopia. But she is determined. She pushes forward as fast as she can, determined to grab as much as she can carry.

And then there's a person in her way. Even through the space suit, Eponine can see that the figure is small. But she doesn't really register who it might be. Just that the person is in her way. And Eponine can't have that. Not this time.

So she runs straight at the figure, as fast as she can, in an attempt to knock the figure clean to the floor so that Eponine can get to the spoils first.

Re: Sandy Marko : DOA. Closed to Eponine

[justoutrunyou]

It really does take some practice to actually get the hang of this movement. Bouncing from one foot to the other, gliding slightly. But she's making good progress. The helmet prevents her from looking over her shoulder but at least she remembers to turn her head to the left and right to check for attackers.

This of course does her no good as Eponine plows into her throwing off her momentum and sending her tumbling towards the ground. She lashes out with her boots trying to catch her attacker with her toes. The ground rises up to fill her vision and a pointed rock hit her visor with a sickening "CRACK!" that made Sandy's heart stop.

A hissing sound filled her ears and her stomach twisted into knots. She twisted wildly clawing at the ground and kicking up dust trying to right herself and find the entrance to the base.

Ruffnut Thorston: Space Viking OTA

[ruffntumblenut]

As the universe is revealed to Ruffnut she finds her underdeveloped imagination and sense of comprehension challenged and swiftly overwhelmed.

Eyes wide, hidden behind her reflective helmet she can gape in awe at the stars spread out above her and all around her. It's almost like flying again high in the night air...except she can clearly see a planet.

Bringing her gaze back down she scans the crowd of blank faced, suit clad tributes as if somehow she'd be able to find Hiccup among them. Why couldn't they give his space suit a peg leg too?

If anyone would be losing their mind over this it would be him. This is the sort of stuff guys like him obsessed over wasn't it? With his head in the clouds so much surely everything above the clouds had to be even better.

Ruffnut didn't understand space, she barely understood the idea that there was anything beyond the stars to begin with. But as the gong rang she understood none of it mattered. This was just another arena and another chance to prove to herself she didn't need her brother or her dragon to be a good viking.

The lack of gravity however was a problem she had not considered. As she threw herself forward intending on a mad dash for the loot at the bottom of the crater she found herself pitched over too hard and tumbling head over heels towards the melee like a living canonball.

Well if nothing else she would be nice and dizzy by the time this all shook out. Look out whoever you are! Impact imminent!

Karkat Vantas | OTA

[crabmunicator]

(OOC: Karkat's results are meant to be survival with bad injuries. If you'd like to have your character responsible, please PM me and we can plot!)

It is not surprise that Karkat feels when he enters the arena. It would be hard for him to be so shocked as last time, his first, when he only showed up long enough for entirely too brief explanations to be babbled in his ear before he was costumed up and shot up to join the game. This time he knew better, and there was warning given from the broadcast before, a hint too coy and playful for something this gruesome.

Still, he didn't expect it quite this soon, and he didn't expect it to be space. Funny, he never would have made it here in regular life.

As the countdown ticks away in his helmet he has to wonder: is this actual space? The colors and stars, the lack of gravity, it all feels real enough. He can't even be mad about the pink color of his inner suit when he's busy trying to gauge what he'll need to do. He sees the cubes and the cases; he sees the doors to the spaceport. In his conversation with Linden he figured he wouldn't be able to decide what to do at the Cornucopia until it happened, but now he's certain he'll have to go for it. He can't fathom fighting someone else for a cube just to get in, and if he can get a case, can get a weapon, can get supplies, then maybe he'll...

He doesn't think he'll win, but he doesn't want to die.

When the gong sounds, he uses the rope to crouch down to the podium, unties it, then kicks off at a low angle toward the cubes and cases. Not hard - too much intertia would be the wrong thing in an environment like this - and he uses his hands against the ground to help guide him: friction to slow, or bits of rock to pull him along forward or change course.

He can't even watch where everyone else is. He needs to get to his goal, and in the moment that's all he can think of.

Gary Epps - closed to MCU!Bucky

[a_minute_younger]

Gary would be much happier about this choice of location if he was able to move effectively in it. The thought doesn't occur to him until the final seconds of the countdown, too mystified with the sheer gravity (or the lack thereof) of the situation to really consider the practical implications. Once he does, he's not too concerned about it. Surely everyone else will be feeling the same way, right? No one's got to be comfortable in these clunky suits. Gary just has to be faster than them--and Gary is very good at being faster than others.

He doesn't have a grand plan upon being released; all Gary knows is that he wants to get inside those buildings, and he wants a piece of that cornucopia. The teen barrels forward, not-so-silently cursing the legs that still won't take him as quick as he wants to go, and manages to nab one of the floating cubes. He could stop there. He doesn't. There's a much larger case nearby, about to be picked up by another ambling figure, and Gary's feeling greedy. He makes a desperate grab for it and tries to yank it out from under their nose.

[tookthewheel]

Comfortable isn't the word Bucky would use but adaptable the Winter Soldier has always been, HYDRA's asset made to operate quickly and effectively in any circumstance.

The visage of space opening above him had been daunting as the countdown crackled in his ear but the moment the gong sounds he pushes it out of his mind. The goal is simple, secure supplies and enter the buildings, presumably where there would be air to breath and hopefully gravity.

A cube is secured first as it is along the way to the crates of goods, then Bucky pushes himself forward, struggling with how clumsy he feels this environment. As his hand reaches out to the crate he spots movement in his periphery, turning his head inside his helmet to register another Tribute moving for the crate he has designated as his own. That won't do.

He can't see who the person is inside, attacking is a gamble that he does not know them but he can at least make an estimate that the person is shorter than most of his primary allies. They probably don't expect that Bucky will lash out with his right hand as quickly as he is able to snag their spacesuit and draw them towards him.

The left hand, the cybernetic one, pulls back with fist balled for a punch aimed at the trespassers chest.

Anna: closed to Tom and then Bro

[rediscover]

a. This is completely foreign territory.

Anna had been worried enough when they'd strapped her into that suit; this doesn't seem good, it doesn't seem like anything she'd need to wear under normal Arena-circumstances. And when they're finally sent up in the tubes, Anna almost chokes on what little oxygen she has. She can't breathe--she's so paralyzed in awe and fear that she barely hears the voice in her helmet counting down to the start.

Three, two, one.

Anna bolts forward--or tries to. With no gravity, she can only tumble vaguely toward the Cornucopia. She needs to get this--needs to get something to help her out. She can't fail--she won't.

And yet she doesn't even notice someone coming toward her, until she's being blindsided.


b. She was so close. So, so close to getting inside the Arena. But after a brief tussle over one of the cases, she'd ended up on the surface of--of wherever they are. She hurts so bad--so bad, that at first she was afraid her leg was all the way off, and it's hard in the bulky spacesuit to crane her neck around to look at it. But after some careful groping, she convinces herself that it's only a wound. A deep one, right near her groin, and bloody, but her leg's still intact.

But she can't walk. And her breathing's been labored, she's using up way too much oxygen, and soon she'll be out altogether.

And maybe this is the end for her. Maybe she's just another poor soul who won't make it past the Cornucopia.

Anna lets her eyes flutter shut. Maybe if she's lucky she'll bleed out before her oxygen cuts out.

[plushaeusrumpified]

It's been a weird month or so when it comes to Anna, in the sense that they haven't really spoken and he isn't even sure what the fuck happened. All he knows is every time he thinks about what happened, he still feels really damn annoyed. Like, holy shit he knew she'd had a boyfriend and she'd gotten all kinds of damn defensive over it. It's still his theory that she'd gotten scared of how close she'd come to doing something she would regret and he has a feeling she hadn't been as into Kristoff as she'd liked to think she was.

All things considered, he hadn't had it in him to approach her after the guy had gone and gotten killed off permanently by the Capitol. Something about it felt wrong, even aside from his annoyance from the situation. Everything is real damn complicated and while a part of him wishes it could all go back to normal and they could hang out like they'd done before, it's apparently not that easy. She hadn't sought him out either, so obviously she doesn't want to face whatever might happen in Kristoff's absence. He isn't the only one who's made it complicated, either. His own affections for Jolie make him real damn confused and he doesn't know where the two of them stand. So many things have added up to make it seem impossible for the two of them to go back to talking.

Bro hadn't intended on sticking around for the Cornucopia bloodbath either, preferring like most times to make do with makeshift weapons. It's too much of a risk to get involved, too many factors to consider. He'd been well on his way to making it inside when he sees Anna trying to get inside, too. Except it's clear that she isn't going to make it inside and that she's badly injured.

Fuck.

There's no way he can just leave her. It's deja vu all over again, remembering the time he'd carried her to safety on the sinking ship. He'd barely known her then and he'd risked it all, but now with some friendship under their belt he can't imagine the thought of leaving her. Especially not when the image of her hanging in the mall flashes before him, and he realizes this time he can actually fucking make a difference. So he's moving before he even realizes it.

"Not today," he grunts, knowing Anna is bracing herself for death as he approaches. It's just one of those things that people radiate when they think they're dying. He gets her into his arms, holding her something akin to bridal style and it doesn't take him long to realize she's bleeding from her leg with what looks like a hellacious gash. "Somebody's shit's gonna get wrecked here soon." Y'know, after he gets her to safety.

Which he does. It's all a bit of a blur as he makes his way into the space, and when he does there comes a sudden realization that his senses are a little more heightened and that he can move faster. So a few seconds in, he's flash stepping for the first time in what feels like goddamn years. The place seems a bit like a maze, but with his random bursts of speed, he makes it quickly somewhere that he can set her down against a wall.

"Now, you wanna tell me what the fuck happened to ya?" he asks, sounding unimpressed. It's only because he's worried and that he's annoyed that this, of all times, is when they're in a position to actually speak.

Re: Anna: closed to Tom and then Bro

[pimpcanes]

Fortunately for Tom, this isn't the first time he's been in zero gravity. Unfortunately, the last time he was was nearly a decade ago and for a brief jaunt between universes, and the tiny bit of advantage he gets from knowing how to move by opposing motion dissipates relatively quickly. The depressurization, even dampened by the heavy spacesuit, is nauseating and disorienting. He decides to go for the keys at the expense of any Cornucopia spoils.

He pushes the rope aside (it floats near him like a sort of umbilical cord) and presses both feet against the edge of the podium, crouching and using gentle twitches in his hand to perfect his trajectory before launching off. As he pushes away a piece of the podium breaks off, a slick, curved metal edge. It's accidental, but he finds himself grateful for the makeshift weapon. Cutting through someone's suit should, in theory, be enough to kill them.

He has no idea how faithful the Capitol is being to the physics of outer space.

He pushes with his palms against the surface to keep himself from veering, heading towards the nearest cube with the metal piece brandished. Another Tribute is going for the key, faster for her lack of hesitation to start but burdened by the ungainliness of her gate. He redirects slightly to hit her, rather than immediately get the cube. The actual collision isn't painful, between the padding and their general slowness, but he brings out the shiv.

"Sorry," he says in a manner that indicates he isn't even remotely apologetic.

Jet: Closed to Albert, co-starring Venus later on

[metalicarus]

Space. When Jet was younger, he'd found space fascinating. He'd never wanted to go but looking up at the stars had held his imagination for hours at a time the nights he found himself unable to sleep. Of course, ironically enough, he'd gotten a chance to go to space anyway when Joe had gotten stuck up there defeating Black Ghost. Jet had flown all the way up there to save his best friend only to send them both crashing through the atmosphere and taking him a breath away from death. The second time he'd gone to space had been nearly the same: Jet had gone up to save Joe and take his place on his suicide mission only to help Joe to his goal, breaking nearly all of Jet's systems and ending with him breaking up and dying in the atmosphere while Joe's voice rang in his head.

Now here they were again and Jet couldn't help having the thought 'at least I've done this one before.' Dying in space was nothing new.

With everyone around him just looking like skittle-spacemen, Jet didn't bother trying to pick anyone out as the countdown ended. He made his way as best he could down into the crater and towards the cornucopia, his eye on one of the boxes as he went. His attention divided, he didn't see anyone else around him, anyone who might have already gotten their hands on t=something if they were a bit faster.

A sharp, searing pain cut through his gut and Jet's thoughts, leaving him to work on instinct as he reached out to yank at the guy's oxygen tube and dislodge it. The jerk made the pain flair up and Jet went to his knees, cushioned by the limited gravity. There was something wrong, something sticking from his stomach, he could feel it, but a voice in his head spoke through the pain, urging him to leave it or he'd end up dying by watching his blood fly all around.

There was one thought that made it through in comical clarity compared to the rest of his haze-filled head: 'that sure didn't take long.'

[silberfuchs]

After twice seeing Jet die above the atmosphere, Albert has no love for the vacuum of space. In fact when he was shoved into his space suit even before the pedestal, he'd already decided this was going to be the worst Arena yet.

What moron decided space?

But he's made actual alliances this time, pledges to friends to help protect them, help them all survive, and he means to keep his promises so the Cornucopia it is. He pushes off the his starting spot as soon as the gong sounds and just prays that Jet, wherever he came up this time, decides to take it easy this go-around.

Of course he's not so lucky. This is the most unlucky place, so not even half the distance to the bounty and Albert's already spied several Tributes down. The light hits just right and he can see in one of the victim's helmets, a shock of bright blond and eyes squeezed shut in a grimace. Of course.

Abandoning his original goal, Albert kicks off the nearest surface to switch directions quickly in the low gravity; that other surface proving to be another tribute's head. He doesn't let himself worry about who, more concerned with getting his husband into the surrounding station before he either bleeds or freezes to death out here with his suit breached.

Thickly gloved hands curl around the straps to Jet's oxygen pack and Albert hauls him as fast as he can towards the nearest airlock, cursing the Gamemakers, the Capitol, and the cosmos in his head.

Aragorn -- closed to Kenny and then Aang

[elfstone]

Thorongil hates everything about this but the stars.

As the countdown begins, even as he tries to reconcile how it is possible for him to not be pulled to the earth, he gazes up at the stars. They are clearer here than he has ever seen them on this world; the eternal lights of the Capitol shroud them even late at night. They are not his stars; they are different, and he does not know if what he sees is real or a trick of the Game-Makers, but he breathes a prayer to Elbereth nonetheless, under his breath, too quiet to hear.

Then, he looks around, already planning where to go. If they were not expected to die right here, there must be somewhere else to go. Through those doors, perhaps -- and it is then that Thorongil pieces together how the keys to the spaceport operate.

It is that realization that prompts him to lunge for one -- to lunge as best he can, at least. Thorongil has never moved in zero-gravity before, but it will not take him long to compensate. He moves to a box, caring not for what is in it, and begins to work it free.

[korosu]

This wouldn't be the first time he's traveled off-planet... though it is certainly the farthest Kenny's gone into the darkness itself. Yet he refuses to let himself be intimidated by the endless space above him and the strange vulnerability the lack of gravity leaves him, even as his stomach lurches when he takes in the faceless forms around him. All different colours, none of them with helmets he can actually see into. It's easy to forget there's living people behind the distorted glass when you can't actually see their faces, their expressions. And he knows he's exactly the same to all of them.

His hand clutches tight around the switchblade in his hand: the prize he'd delayed cashing in on while in the mini-arena. So much bullshit had happened that it didn't even enter his mind-- but now he's glad he did. Kenny hurls himself forward as soon as the countdown ends.

A frenzy to be certain, even in the strange weightless reaches of space. He shoves his way through the bodies toward the cubes and cases that he can see by the entrance. Just in time for some other asshole to smack into him, nearly sending him hurtling away, small hands scrabbling at the structure to keep him in place.

"Hey!"

Of course he can't see the guy's face. Just a tall figure in a lavender suit. Definitely not a fellow kid, which means all bets are fucking off. Kenny lunges forward a second time, brandishing his blade--"Fucking asshole!"--and it's pushed into the muscle of a thigh, as deep as he can before yanking it back again just as quick. He definitely doesn't want to actually lose this weapon so soon.

That suit's in one of his favourite colours, too. What a fucking shame he has to ruin it.

[actually112]

Aang is pretty enraptured by the stars himself. Between his celebration of the return of bending after getting inside the space station, he takes a moment to stare out the windows at the stars, lingering close to the entrance (perhaps inadvisably, though he felt invincible with the rush of power running through his body again).

Then the airlock opens up, and there's someone with blood all over his leg. Aang turns his head to see who came in, his face immediately creasing in concern even though the wariness he developed over the past two arenas kept him from rushing to get within arm's reach. "Are you okay?" It was possible it was someone else's blood.

Carlos -- Closed to Black Tom and Thor

[youbarium]

Anyone else might have a hard time being told from the other Tributes thanks to the mirrored helmets.

Not Carlos.

Who else, when confronted with mysterious alien eggs, would have made his way right to them? Who else would have ignored the boxes of supplies and weapons in order to examine Capitol-grown alien life?

Here he is, crouched down, wishing he had a camera or a tape recorder or at least a smartphone, so that he could do some science to them -- or at least determine whether or not he was likely to be facegrabbed.

Re: Carlos -- Closed to Black Tom and Thor

[pimpcanes]

It's not as if Tom is especially discriminating in who he tries to eliminate from the competition in the Cornucopia. As far as he's concerned, Molotov can take care of herself, and anyone else is better off dead. He might even be doing them a favor, sending them back to the Capitol where they can enjoy themselves without any of their wishy-washy agonizing about whether they have to kill someone. He doesn't intend to choose targets here, merely to wreak havoc and make for the escape.

But the truth of the matter is that Tom is petty, and has always been a susceptible host to the parasite of grudges. Power is satisfying, but all the more so when it feels vindicating. He notices Carlos examining the egg, puts two and two together quickly, and chuckles inside his helmet that he can recognize his roommate without even a labcoat.

Last time his victory was denied to him, like all too many things have been. Tom intends to take what's his now; if it's not a win, then at least it's blood.

He pushes away from Anna, cube in hand, and all but collides with Carlos. He doesn't introduce himself. There's no point, where sound can't travel, but he imagines that the cold metal plunging through Carlos' flesh is calling card enough.

Brock Samson | OTA

[samson]

[ooc. Brock is escaping the Cornucopia with minimal injuries. He is 100% open for injuring or killing adult males, so hit me up here if you want to plot the thing!]

Luckily, blue is Brock's color. He is not too bothered about it.

He is not really too bothered about space, either. He's been in space before. At least this time, he thinks as he coils his muscles on the platform, sizing everyone up, he has a spacesuit and an oxygen tank. Probably that's an advantage or something, experience with space. Put that on his CV.

When the gong sounds, Brock climbs down the edge of the platform and launches himself off it with his feet, using momentum to barrel toward the crater. His breath echoes weirdly in his helmet, and the silence of everything is underwhelming in what he knows is a false sense of security.

Haruto Soma - Closed to Terezi Pyrope

[wizardplease]

Space. They had gone and put them in space. Not actual space, he was pretty damn sure, but.... space. As the numbers count down, he finds himself idly wondering just how Fourze would handle this situation....

But when it's go time, there's nothing idle about him. His first steps into such low gravity are unsteady and clumsy, but he's not the only one having trouble. By the time he's gotten his footing, it's managed to work in his favor. He's darted into the cornucopia, grabbed something that had to contain supplies and one of the cubes that'll let him inside, and then made his way safely inside with only some tumbling around and bruising to show for it. Way to go, wizard.

With the airlock sealed behind him and some space between him and... space... he's quick try and find an at least somewhat out of the way spot to crouch down, pop the head off his space suit, and pick through his cleverly-gotten gains. He recognizes the medical kit for what it is, but is less certain about the tubes of gel and the syringes. Ah well, it's something. Something he'll need to find somewhere to store if he's going to be toting it around with him. A shame he didn't have his Connect ring. That'd make things easier. He sets his gains down, and starts to ease the rest of the way out of his spacesuit.

sorry for the lateness, hope this is okay!

[pythianjudgment]

Unfortunately, "out of the way" means nothing for someone like Terezi Pyrope. She's still getting use to her SGRUB-given abilities again, but it's like riding a bike to her. Before long, she's sifting through the divergent timelines caused by her possible options, weeding out the ones where she gets in over her head and considering the ones where she makes off with some more useful supplies.

One such situation poses itself to her, and Terezi finds herself approaching one of the newer (relative to her) Tributes while he's in the middle of pulling off his space suit. She doesn't recognize this one, which makes him a good target in her book. She gets as close as she dares--only a few feet away--before calling out to him.

"Don't move," she orders, holding her stolen pocket knife at a threatening angle. "Drop the space trousers and put your hands above your head."

Iskierka | closed to Darcy (and possibly Thor, later)

[letthemburn]

It's only the very thorough warnings that Iskierka has been given that keep Iskierka from struggling out of the absolutely ludicrous suit they've stuck her in. And even then, she's not really certain she believes anything about the lack of air that's supposed to mean they need to wear this sort of thing - while there has been some progress made towards astronomy as a whole the discovery that the space between stars and other planetary bodies exists in a vacuum is still a good ways off. Not to to mention the fact that the Aerial Corps is very much not associated with any real scientists.

(Branches of the military rarely are, so no surprise there.)

Instead, Iskierka does her best to put up with the fact that the whole affair is distinctly uncomfortable, not just for the way that her horns have had to have been cut down (and there will be Words had if they are not back afterwards), but for the fact that the very fact of the suit itself keeps her wings bound tightly against her body. The fact that it's slowly filling up with steam doesn't help either, even when she does her best to not steam as much as she does under some circumstances.

As soon as the gong goes off she bolts for the Cornucopia. It doesn't go well. The lack of gravity isn't something she's used to; what she'd intended to be a neat zoom towards the cornucopia turns out be entirely uncoordinated. By the time she figures out how to move properly, there's nothing at all left. Instead, she grumbles to herself as she throws herself at one of the doors to the space port.

Once she's safely inside, she wastes absolutely no further time in getting out of the spacesuit. She leaves it in crumpled heap by the door - surely she won't need it again! - and with lack of anything better to do, she sets to stalking her way through the halls of the spaceport. If nothing else, perhaps she'll be able to find some way to vent the lingering frustrations.

[tasermaiden]

Darcy's first reaction to finding out that, holy shit, they're in space was to be glad that Jane wasn't there since man, her and Thor didn't need to protect their overly inquisitive astrophysicist while she tries to observe all the things. Her second reaction was to try for the Cornucopia which probably provided the people of Panem some humor at least, because holy shit she sucks at this whole lack of gravity thing.

Once she finally manages to get out of the starting area and into the spaceport proper, she removes the helmet and outermost layer of the suit, blissfully ignoring the much bigger one laying in a heap. Okay, it's not that she doesn't notice it, but she doesn't pay it much mind since, really, it's probably just some weird piece of set dressing put there to fuck with the Tributes.

She's bubbling with confidence as she makes her way down the hallway and tries to pull together something resembling a plan. Which right now is pretty much: find Thor, chill with Thor, try to survive for a while. As she meanders, she notices something ahead. Something scaley and way bigger than her and the only thing that she can conjure up to say is "Holy shit, is that a giant space lizard?"

Cassian - Closed to Terezi

[nineofwands]

He'd heard about the way arenas took on all kinds of appearances and how the first five minutes of one could determine how you do for the rest of the arena. It was that second part he'd concentrated on, figuring out the best strategy and how he should apprach the cornucopia and all the other tributes making a run for it.

That was probably why, when he was raised up into someplace that was covered in stars as though he'd been taken into the night sky, he faltered. He'd never expected the arena to look so fantastic and bizarre.

However, Cassian was not the child he appeared to be. As the countdown neared it's finish, he returned his attention to his goal and prepared himself for the fight he'd been told to expect. As soon as the gong chimed, he pushed off the pedestal and fought the strange atmosphere to get down into the crater. He didn't watch anyone else, didn't keep notes on anyone except potential threats who got too close. Luckily, most of them seemed too preoccupied with others.

Cassian's fingers curled around the case he had and a split-decision later had him opening it up briefly to examine it. That was how he got the knife. With something familiar enough to be an extension of himself in hand, he headed towards the one building in the expanse, more confident than he'd been even before.

sorry for the lateness, hope this is okay!

[pythianjudgment]

For once, Terezi has no intention of making a run for the Cornucopia. She's still not at one hundred precent, and the idea of scrambling for goods in the vacuum of deep space is not an appealing one. She knows well enough what one little rip in these space suits could do.

No, this time Terezi hangs back, going for the station first... Only to find that she can't get in. There's some sort of weird cube mechanism, and whatever it requires as a key, she doesn't have it. Angrily, she pounds on it for a second before turning back. There's no chance of getting anything from that mess now... Her only hope is to wait for someone else to come along.

The helmets that came with their outfits make it nearly impossible to know who is inside which suit, something that Terezi sin't very pleased to note. She can't find someone she knows to let her in, so her only real option is to sneak in with someone else. She drifts back away from the door, trying to find some place out of sight, just long enough for someone to come up to the door. It doesn't really matter who it is. As soon as they get the door option, Terezi makes a break for it before the door can shut.

It's a good thing that she's as tiny as she is, or she never would have made it. Still, once she's inside, Terezi is faced with the problem of being only feet away from... honestly she has no idea who this is. And at the moment, she really doesn't care because something else has snatched away her attention.

Her Seer powers are working again.