ain't no party like a ranger party [open]

[elfstone]

Who| Thorongil and anyone!
What| That great big open party log I promised! Thorongil is taking a different approach to this Arena, and that approach involves giving people free food.
Where| Around the arena -- generally in the forest area.
When| Late week 1, post-Bilbo and Sam )':
Warnings/Notes| Feel free to respond using the log prompt itself, but if you have another idea, feel free to throw it at me in a toplevel! Thorongil will be wandering around the Arena hunting for food, so he could stumble on conceivably anything. Ragnar, Anna, I'm looking at you two especially.

For many of you, this Arena will be one of the most traumatic things you've ever experienced.

For Thorongil, it's Tuesday.

Most nights, he camps with a fire. Reckless? Perhaps, if he were trying to win the Arena.

But that's not Thorongil's goal.

He hunts during the day and cooks what he catches at night: if the firelight doesn't draw in other Tributes, the smell will. It's been a few days. They're probably starting to get hungry.

Approach in the open, and he will greet you with a nod of his head. Try to sneak up on him, and he will hear you. "You'd better come out into the light," he will say, putting a hand on the long, sharp spear he's made for himself. "I know you're there."

Comments

[shenunigans]

"Yeah, it's a pretty popular story where I'm from. Or where I was from, anyway. I'm not surprised it rings a few bells." He sounds awfully casual about it all, but he's already made peace with meeting Iron Man and Captain America so he doesn't fight it too much.

"Right." He says, and he sounds absolutely unconvinced. He just taps the side of his nose as a symbol of his topnotch secret keeping skills. "Your secret is safe with me, not-Strider." He can't, however, debate the validity of keeping spoilers secret. "I'm used to it, time travel is my thing. You don't want to cross those wires, that's for damn sure."

[elfstone]

Arguing the point further would be protesting too much. He just gives Dave a shrug, like, ok, sorry about your wrong opinion. "If calling me Strider is easier than Thorongil, you may -- I think he would not mind if I borrowed the nickname. After all, I am, most likely, the dirtiest hobo in this Arena. Or you could give me a new name, if you like. It would be convenient for you, and amusing for me."

His aspect turns more serious then. "But tell me more about time-travel."

[shenunigans]

Dave opens his mouth, prepared to get indignant with Thorongil's tone and dismissal of his very valid points. His attention is caught by the offer and immediately several unflattering ideas are filling his mind.

"Well, Strider would confuse me, 'cuz I was here first and I had it first. By rights, I am the first and probably the best Strider here." He furrows his brows as he considers his options. "I'm calling you T-Grizzle. T-Grizz for short. Enjoy."

With that squared away, he can focus on the question. And by focus, we of course mean he brushes it off. "What's there to say about it? You go back and forth through time and fight fate and math on a daily basis." He follows that with a shrug. "It's a big thing." Very specific.

[elfstone]

It says something that T-grizzle was not the worst name he had ever been given. Thorongil gives a short, sharp laugh -- it would do.

"Well! If you have no intention of telling me about it, we shall have to find some other thing to talk about." He saw you brush that off, Dave, and is calling you on it while also giving you an out if that's not something you feel like getting into.

[shenunigans]

"Hey, hey. I'm not deflecting, you'd know if I was deflecting." Which, technically he does, but the less said about that the better. "I'm just saying it's a big field to cover, immense. You need to be really specific, otherwise it's like strolling up into a forest and being like so tell me about trees." He feels like T-grizzle can relate to that metaphor, clearly. What with being a rambunctious woodland hobo.

"Uhhhh. God. I don't know. Is this your first Arena? Why don't we talk about something horribly depressing?"

[elfstone]

"It is not," says Thorongil. "It is my second. I was afraid that they all would be like the last one.

"What about you?"

[shenunigans]

"Ooh, boy. You are in for some treats." He says with a sage nod and a strange enthusiasm that falters when he thinks about that question. "This'll be my seventh. Been here about the year." He gives his shoulders a heavy shrug. "They change every time, but it's been a while since they went for something outdoorsy. Guess it's your lucky day, huh?"

[elfstone]

"Seven--" Aragorn breathes, as a look of horror passes over his face. And Dave Strider was so young. "So many deaths is more than anyone should bear." Dave has his sympathy and a measure of respect.

[shenunigans]

"Believe me when I say I'm used to it. I don't expect you to take my word for it, but this is pretty much par for the course as far as Mr.Strider's Wild Ride goes." He can act as nonchalant as he wants, he sounds terribly bitter. "But whatever. Better than not coming back, at least. Gets easier every time, like falling off a horse or whatever." He's not sure that's an apt or accurate comparison, but he doesn't care.