thearena | (no subject)

Who| Anyone who replied here

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

Unfortunately Rictor and Morrigan will not be making it out of this little tea party..

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Yes I do be, you do be in the way and someone will be killing you if you do no be moving. [She waved the knife pointedly at him.]

[A pause. His eyes followed the movement of her blade, neither impressed nor bored.]

You do that often?

Killing people? [She shrugged] Often enough.

[His lips stretched. This girl could make him like her, somehow, if he were capable of it.]

How many.

On my own I did be killing eight people. [She paused, Adachi counted too, she added another to her count.] I do be meaning nine, but I did be killing more just I did be getting help.

[Eight. That was certainly not a number to be taken lightly.]

Who helped you.

My sister. And my guardians... well I suppose I did be helping them.

[A shrug] And how many people have you been killing?

None yet. [For a moment he wondered - what would it take to kill a pair of sisters simultaneously? Make one of them watch while the other suffered.

But back to matters at hand.] I'm still pretty new. Taking my time to get acquainted.

[Which was no excuse - he'd had more than enough opportunities to take a life.]

[Oh he had meant in this place... that took her count down to one but she didn't correct herself, better for him to think her more dangerous.] You do be slow.

[His smile was quiet, charged with nothing genuinely pleasant. Finally he took a step aside and cleared the path for her.]

I'll try to catch up.

I do be wishing you luck [She called over her shoulder as she ran from the tea party.]

[A little wave was all she'd get. That, and the hope that they'd meet again. Hopefully with more stories of death to share.]