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

[tasermaiden]

Darcy has the decency to at least look a little sheepish at how wrong she got his name. At least he's taking it in stride. "Okay, that definitely beats out 'dark one' as a name meaning," she says with a laugh. "Thorngil. That's easy enough to remember." Yeeeeeah, she's probably not gonna get it.

[elfstone]

"That will do," he says, shaking his head with a smile. It's close enough, and it doesn't bother him -- not enough for him to risk going by Strider. "You may crash at my campsite as long as you like. It comes with risks, of course -- there is always the chance that another, less friendly, will see the fire and make an attack -- but while you are here, I will do what I can to see that you don't come to harm."

[tasermaiden]

If he did bring up the Strider-shaped elephant in the room she'd...well, probably assume he's Bro and Dave's long lost father or uncle. But she doesn't know and instead just chooses to settle in, sprawling slightly. "I think I'm willing to take the risk," she says with a grin. "It beats trying to stumble back to camp in the dark." She falls silent for a moment as she eats and basks in the warmth from the fire before finally speaking again. "So what kind of place do you come from?"

[elfstone]

"An old place," he tells her, "a wilder place than the Capitol with its pavement and gardens and neatly-mapped Districts. This Arena--" he gestures around, "is more like what I am used to than the Tribute Center."

[tasermaiden]

She mentally stumbles for a moment at the thought of this being homey. "Well that makes one of us, then," she says sardonically as she gives him a look. "The last time I was in a situation even close to this it involved a RV and a shitload of coffee. And going back to my apartment or homebase the next morning." She finally falls silent for a moment as she watches the fire before adding, "This Arena's really making me appreciate microwaves. And water heaters. And plumbing."