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] amplifying 2013-04-07 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Beck looked at the user for another minute, before returning his gaze to the little colored packs in front of them. That he could understand...because in an arena where everyone wanted to kill you, and they wanted everyone to kill you, something good had to be in them, right?

"Sure." Beck said, crossing his arms. "What do you think's in them?"
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[personal profile] cutshort 2013-04-07 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Anything from cotton candy to a grenade." A shrug. Hyperion wasn't going to be very good at this game, apparently. He decided it was Beck's turn anyway.
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[personal profile] amplifying 2013-04-07 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Beck nodded along (even though he didn't know what cotton candy was). He probably wasn't going to be any better, if not a little worse...

"I bet one of those...bags are in it. The ones you're supposed to sleep in." Beck shrugged his shoulders, and looked over to the user. "Whatever they're called."
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[personal profile] cutshort 2013-04-07 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Hyperion made a face - the kind you'd offer to kindly point out the obvious.

"Sleeping bags?"
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[personal profile] amplifying 2013-04-08 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, those..." Could you tell he wasn't used to being outside of the Grid? There weren't any of those things in Argon. Not yet, maybe...

"A-anyway. Your turn."
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[personal profile] cutshort 2013-04-08 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
The smile wasn't unkind. His eyes slowly returned to the feast.

"Lighters."
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[personal profile] amplifying 2013-04-10 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Beck happily returned it! It was good to know that not everybody would try and kill you at first...

"Food." Now that he had an idea of what food was, that sounded really nice right now...
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[personal profile] cutshort 2013-04-10 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Food." He exhales, shoulders shifting with the motion. "That'd be pretty nice."
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[personal profile] amplifying 2013-04-11 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
So it seems like Beck isn't the only one who's starving. "I hope so. I don't know about you, but I'm..." What was the word? "Starving."
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[personal profile] cutshort 2013-04-11 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Go ahead, then," he smiles, either teasing him on purpose or edging him on. "See if it's your lucky day."
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[personal profile] amplifying 2013-04-13 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Alright, then..." Beck muttered, looking towards the tables.

It wasn't like he was the only one going up; there were a lot of other Tributes making for the packs. But since one was hesitant...everyone else was, too. It was contagious.

Beck grabbed his pack the minute someone else did, and quickly pulled his away. That was when someone else touched one of the little cup things on the table, and little rat-things started to pour out everywhere. Very nice.

He backed away and looked inside of his quick, and grinned. "Something smells good. I can't tell what it is. You gonna get yours?"