Arena 06 - Happy

[gamemakers]

The last few hours before the Arena have a strangely stifled quality, as if half the people they interact with are trying very hard not to laugh. Maybe it's the costumes, the fancy gowns and velvet tunics, the short capes. Or maybe it's their destination.

The round courtyard to which the tubes bring them could not be more different from the last arena. Though outside the circle of pedestals, disrepair and neglect has taken over the roads and buildings, the garden inside the circle could not be more perfectly sculpted. Every hedge is a smooth, rounded shape. Flowers bloom brightly in concentric circles of insane color. The Cornucopia sits gleaming and golden, and just in front of its mouth, a bronze statue of a man and a mouse stands amid the heap of supplies.

20, shouts the voice from the sky.

Aside from it, there is a hush. No flies in the flowers, no wind in the trees. It is a cool day, with the comfortable chill of early spring and noon's short shadows.

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Outside the circle, behind the tributes on the northern side, a castle looms. Through its wide gate, devastation everywhere, but it, itself, is shining clean, glowing pink and blue. Opaque windows look down from the heights of it, as uncaring as every hidden camera the veterans know is there.

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Music starts as the countdown nears the bottom, a whimsical, dramatic tune.

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And with the final note, the gong rang out, and a firework shot into the sky from the castle's peak, bright enough to burst redly across the sky above them all. Let the Games begin.



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[pieceofcake]

"Right, Lottie. What's she look like?" Gaius eyed Donatello, ready to dart forward if it looked like the fellow was going to keel over onto his face or something. Which was looking more and more possible by the minute, really.

Wait, was this Lottie another... er. What was this guy supposed to be, anyway? A tortoise? Was he going to be looking for a tortoise-woman?

[polyturtle]

"She....blonde..."

And Gaius' not-wish was granted. Don took a step forward and fell.

[pieceofcake]

Gaius moved forward to catch Donatello's body and hurgh this guy was pretty heavy for a tortoise. Still, Gaius managed to prop Donatello up and, after a moment, began dragging him toward the nearest spired building.

Though he might not have looked it, Gaius was pretty strong -- came with the territory, swinging swords around the way he did. Nevertheless, by the time he got Donatello to a relatively sheltered area (avoiding the shattered remnants of broken glass that covered a good deal of the ground around here), he was just about ready to call it quits. Instead, he propped Donatello up to a sitting position, tightened up the tourniquet, and stood thinking for a moment.

Hell, he didn't know much about tortoise first aid. If he'd had a healing stave with him, he might have seen if he could still cast a spell. Unfortunately, however, it looked like the most he could do in this situation was hope that this guy could come around on his own. He dug around in his sack and removed a couple of items, piling them next to Donatello. An orange, a container of water that some anonymous sponsor had purchased for him, and...

...yeah, Gaius had no idea what this other box he had was for. There were a couple of bottles inside with labels he didn't recognize -- alchemists' nostrums, maybe? In any case, he couldn't very well just shove an assortment down Donatello's throat and hope for the best. So instead, he did his best to erase the signs of their entry. "Listen, I'm going to go look for your Lottie. Just try and hold on, all right?"

[polyturtle]

Incidentally, as Gaius was looking through his stuff, several beeping sounds suddenly filled the air, as several items parachuted down towards Donatello's location. Supplies. Donatello himself, however, doesn't stir in response. He's alive, but certainly not responsive.

[pieceofcake]

What the hell? There were things. Things raining from the sky. Gaius watched in utter bafflement as they came down. After they failed to burst into flames, he bent down over the first of them, muttering confused half-prayers under his breath before attempting to take a peek inside.

"O ye gods, please let this be something awesome, like jellied pears. Oh yeah -- or a stave or salve or something. Preferably the former, because I don't think a little ointment is going to do for this job. Definitely send thou's not some kind of lightning bolt of vengeance."

[polyturtle]

There was some food, but wasn't not jellied anything. It was mostly dried fruit and non-perishable jerky, along with water and a sleeping bag. There were no salves or staves of any kind. There was only a jar of medical ointment, with a drunkenly-scrawled note that read "hury and use tihs it might hep you plesee dont dier yet your our faavoirte forevr!!!!! :(".

Unfortunately, it was burn ointment. Not exactly the best choice for the injury at hand.

[pieceofcake]

Welp. Gaius piled up the boxes next to Donatello, did his best to apply the ointment, then unzipped the bag and sort of awkwardly draped the blanket around the unconscious patient.

Did tortoises use blankets? Why did the gods have terrible handwriting? All questions that would have to wait for later. Afterwards, he made a quick escape out the front entrance to track down this Lottie lady.