Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Gotham anymore [open]

[battroll]

WHO| Bruce Wayne AND YOU?
WHAT| There's another new arrival out here in the snow.
WHEN| Week... 4? am I counting this right? is this week 4 or was that lst week? WHATEVER LAST WEEK WAS?
WHERE| Near the Cornucopia
WARNINGS/NOTES| None yet! Hopefully.

Bruce's first impression is the biting, bitter cold. His second is the wash of white.

The light from the sun is faint, muted behind the clouds above - small blessings, at least, as it keeps the white of the landscape from being quite so blinding as it might otherwise. Bruce automatically scans the horizon - or as far as he can see. The world is lost in snowfall, as though the white of the ground were leeching into the sky.

Immediate dangers: none that he can see. Less immediate dangers-

He has the clothes on his back, and nothing else. The elements. The fact that he was taken, and he knows so little about those who took him. Whatever might be happening in Gotham-

And that was pointless to think about now.

Bruce looked around himself once more. There was something, at least, golden and shining, some kind of horn or cornucopia, fairly close, and that would at least be as good a place as any to start. He pulled his hood close around his face, partially to keep as much bodyheat from escaping as he could, partially because that made him feel enclosed, safer. His face felt too exposed.

"Hello?" Slowly, he stepped off the plate - it was like stepping into talcum powder - and began making a cautious way towards the great horn. They'd said they - he, and these others he was being thrown into this place with - were there to kill each other, but if that was the case then the sooner Bruce found the others, the better.

He wished he had some of his own gear.

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[battroll]

Bruce's hands clench into fists at his side, and he bows his head, just a little.

"How can they allow this sort of thing? How can anyone? And why hasn't someone put a stop to this?" He looks back up at her. "Are you sure there's not some mistake? Could it be... something, anything else?"

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy smiled softly, having finally found someone else who shared her disgust at the situation. She shook her head feeling emotionally exhausted from it.

"I met a woman back before the game started. She told me it was for the good of the Nation. We each represent a district I guess. And whichever one of us survives, the district gets extra food and stuff."

She folded her arms looking disdainful, "Not that I've ever met any of them."

hope you don't mind the dropping in on this thread...

[icanbeanyone]

Copycat has spent her days discovering the secret of the crevasses in the Arena: once she's in them, she has her powers. Once she leaves, she is back to her blue state.

How has she survived so long in this cold arena? Simple. She stays in the crevasses, in the form of the mutant who killed her: Sabretooth. His regenerative healing factor and immunity to the cold of the arena keep her very comfortable while she's down there.

Why is she top-side now? Well, for one thing she can't get any food down there, and it's not like everyone is itching to kill each other off in the place. It's a matter of survival. To live, she needs to kill until she's the last woman standing. The last thing she wants is to go back to being dead.

And all that time spent as Sabretooth has left her hungry for murder and bloodshed. And how wonderfully convenient is it that she stumbles on not only one, but two vulnerable Tributes?

"Haven't you learned anything about survival, sweetie? First lesson: don't trust anyone." Upon first glance, appearance aside she looks harmless. But when she drops her bag, there's a four-inch folding knife in her hand. And the blade is out.

It's fine by me! Sorry I've been taking so long, I don't even have any good excuses this time...

[battroll]

It hasn't exhausted Bruce, or not yet, though it certainly may. It does make him angry - admittedly he doesn't understand all of the situation, not yet, but he knows enough to know that it's wrong, and everything he hears is just another nail in the coffin of the damned.

Bruce notices the stranger coming, even through the swirling whiteness, but didn't do much until she spoke. Until the bag dropped. And then, automatically, he started assessing risks, sizing her up as a potential enemy. The cold weather gear hides more than he'd like, but that can't be helped. He's not used to how these clothes move and pull, but that can't be helped either.

"Get behind me," he told the girl, tersely, moving in an attempt to get between her and the woman.

"Drop the knife."

[icanbeanyone]

Unlike poor Bruce, Copycat's had plenty of time to get used to how the clothes pull at her, and she's adjusted accordingly. And she really doesn't need the clothes when she's shifting forms. Sabretooth and Wolverine don't need them to stay warm. Deadpool and Feral either. Possibly Cannonball as well.

...But that's not the point. It's useless up on the surface. Right now she's sizing up her new opponent and noting how protective he is of the child. That could come in handy.

"Normally I don't just kill people willy-nilly like this, but under the circumstances I'm afraid I have no choice." She's quick to rush forward, with peak-human speed, around Bruce to the child. "I don't kill children, but I've just come back from the dead and I'd like it to stay that way."

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy was perfectly willing to let Bruce get between her and the woman. Even with her saying she doesn't kill children.

"Let him go!" She shouted losing her carefully culled sense of self preservation as soon as Copycat struck.