gamemakers: (tea party)
The Gamemakers ([personal profile] gamemakers) wrote in [community profile] thearena2013-03-28 04:21 pm

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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:
  1. Shatterstar
  2. Punchy
  3. Daniel
  4. Eliot
  5. Pruna
  6. Topher
  7. Beck
  8. Sandy
  9. Asha
  10. Kurt
  11. Glinda
  12. Giaus
Unfortunately Rictor and Morrigan will not be making it out of this little tea party..
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[personal profile] shambler 2013-04-07 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
The impact of the knife shivers up R's arm, his hand twitching on him as he misses all over again. Is this guy going to keep stabbing him until he gets lucky? R's sure if that's the case, the odds are in his favor because there's got to be a point where his arm gets tired or he slips up, and that's all it takes. A zombie like him can wait...in theory.

The need to sink his teeth into his skull, though, gnashes its teeth at the idea of waiting.

R reacts like a broken record with another lunge, this one clumsier than the last thanks to his fingers doing all kinds of funky things with the new stab wound.