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thearena2013-03-28 04:21 pm
gamemakers) wrote in thearena2013-03-28 04:21 pm
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In the remains of a little pavilion, with broken teacups scattered around the remains of a fence at the edge, a tea party is set up.
At one end of the table sits a white placemat with a white satin bag, neatly tied up with pretty white ribbons. And the other end is the same display, in black. Along each side there are 5 a piece, one for each district, in their colors.
The table is also covered with teapots, contained for tea and sugar... however all of them have covers. Covers that are moving, being pushed up from within by a tiny creature with bright eyes and sharp teeth. As soon as the first tribute touches one of the bags the pots burst open and dozens of small, mice muttation pour out, with mouths full of sharp teeth and paws with razor sharp claws on them.
Anyone who makes it away with one of the pretty satin bags will find it contains a large thermostat of tea, 4 petit fours, a small locket containing a small amount of shimmer medicine-about enough for one wound, and a sturdy hat pin, with a very sharp point at one end. Although both the tea and cakes are very sugary, they are also very filling-they will last a few days if rationed well.
The Winners:
What| A spread of supplies, ripe for the taking.
Where| Fantasyland
When| Mid-morning
Warnings/Notes| The winning rolls are under the cut
In the remains of a little pavilion, with broken teacups scattered around the remains of a fence at the edge, a tea party is set up.
At one end of the table sits a white placemat with a white satin bag, neatly tied up with pretty white ribbons. And the other end is the same display, in black. Along each side there are 5 a piece, one for each district, in their colors.
The table is also covered with teapots, contained for tea and sugar... however all of them have covers. Covers that are moving, being pushed up from within by a tiny creature with bright eyes and sharp teeth. As soon as the first tribute touches one of the bags the pots burst open and dozens of small, mice muttation pour out, with mouths full of sharp teeth and paws with razor sharp claws on them.
Anyone who makes it away with one of the pretty satin bags will find it contains a large thermostat of tea, 4 petit fours, a small locket containing a small amount of shimmer medicine-about enough for one wound, and a sturdy hat pin, with a very sharp point at one end. Although both the tea and cakes are very sugary, they are also very filling-they will last a few days if rationed well.
The Winners:
- Shatterstar
- Punchy
- Daniel
- Eliot
- Pruna
- Topher
- Beck
- Sandy
- Asha
- Kurt
- Glinda
- Giaus
hi sorry I'm late!
She had gotten more competitive though, she hadn't minded the thought of dying when she thought Elina had sent her, but now she knew this was a different world completely.
Well she was planning to survive and then demand they sent her home. So she was going to this feast, because she needed more supplies.
And these silver parachutes brought supplies, she had gotten one herself earlier in the week. So she grinned and dashed out, planning to grab it before R did, she had fought him before and knew that he was slow.
Re: hi sorry I'm late!
R never gets the sponsor gift.
He's only feet away when he shifts to the left and catches sight of movement coming at him. R's head jerks up. Is that - it's her! The same little girl who attacked him with shoes. No one told him it's round two. But being hungry means he can't be picky about where or when or even why, and if she's stupid enough to actually come at him, then that's all on her. He'll try to make it quick, at least. R's a killer, not a torturer. Not like...whatever Karis is.
R reacts like he's been stung into action. The zombie lunges clumsily at Pruna, arm outstretched, and happens to leave a big juicy opening to that gift lying where anyone could steal it.
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The shoes hit harder than he expects when they're loaded with rocks. R's hand is knocked to the side as he lumbers past the little girl, stumbling to the side. When he whips around, he sees that she's already scuttling past. R bares his teeth. Again! Even swimming in hunger, he thinks this is just getting embarrassing.
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