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

"Oh? I was so looking forward to having someone around who really understood psychology," said Alpha, holding onto Topher's wrist meaningfully for another moment before letting go. "Have you lost interest in the subject? Because that would be disappointing."

"Hoping to get the crazy out? 'Cause I gotta tell you I'm pretty good on that front." It was a moment of bravado that Topher immediately kicked himself over. He was just begging Alpha to kill him, wasn't he?

The moment Alpha let go of his wrist Topher scrambled up. "I'm going to wipe you back to diapers." Oh, he really hoped he kept that in his head.

"Is that so," Alpha said, a hint of a growl in his voice. "Would you like to borrow my chair? I was planning on letting you have a nice, close look at it anyway." Not that he has a chair built, but Topher doesn't need to know that just yet.

He looked at the table once more, torn between the tempting target of Topher and the enticing spread, and decided this needed to be cut short soon, if he wasn't going to kill him just yet. But Topher is his only connection to Echo, right now, and he can't resist asking. "How is my lovely girl, before we part ways? Not taking the loss of her boytoy too hard, is she?"

"You don't have a chair." Even if he did, Topher sure as hell didn't want any sort of personal look at the thing while Alpha was free to do something horrible, like stick Topher in it. He started to walk backward away from Alpha and more into the chaos, but Alpha's words made him pause.

Okay, so the guy was crazy, but he wasn't dumb. Well, not all of him anyway; why was he talking about Paul. "I'm sure they're living it up as Handler and Active. Why do you care anyway?"

"Right, because that wouldn't be my first goal," Alpha said sarcastically, then frowned. "What? I left Ballard a braindead lump. I know her standards have fallen without me around, but there are limits."

"Yeah I saw your sad little chair back home. Again I'm going to mention the fact that it was sad." He crossed his arms a bit more confident now that he could have one up on Alpha. "Uh, no. I'm not saying he's smarter than a fifth grader, but a lump he is not. Your little smash brothers game with Echo's original was all sorts of fail."

Alpha's eyebrows raised. Where was this newfound courage coming from? And what should Alpha do to crush it? They were on a time limit, so he put that aside. "That was over a year ago, and considering Echo's activities over the summer it was anything but a failure. I made her, and unmade her precious Ballard."

He edged closer to the chaos as he kept talking. Courage in numbers and the ability to hide really well. "You need to invest in a calendar, Mr. Mulitiples, that was only a few days ago."

Alpha stared at Topher. "Well this is interesting," he murmured. There was an instant when he considered that his own memories had been altered somehow, but that was simply impossible and he threw that theory out. This needed more thought.

"I would love to continue this discussion because it is fascinating, but there's fashionably late and there's just being rude. I'll just have to track you down later to continue this little chat." And with a pointed grin he turned and ran for the table.