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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
PERFECT!
He watches as Daniel helps to locate where this stomach thing is, and nods. Okay. So he knows that your brain is in your head, the red stuff inside of you helps keep you alive, and the stomach is right there. He wants to think that he's covered most of the important things, but the User body already feels kind of...complicated. There was probably going to be more. What was the chances? "Thanks." he said, looking up to Daniel after he's gotten that memorized. "I'm kind of...new to this." Obviously.
Beck observes the little can in his hands. It...looks weird. Not like anything he can recognize. But then again, nothing here he can recognize. "This'll help?" He asked, looking to the man with a little bit of suspicion. "Will it help you, too?"
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"I know this is a weird question, but you're not human, are you?" Daniel asked. It was one thing not to be familiar with more specific anatomy, but knowing something as simple as where your stomach was was sort of a basic thing, no matter the culture.
"I don't know. Hopefully." Daniel turned the can over; it looked a lot like the canister the first sponsor had sent him back at the Cornucopia. He popped the top and looked inside. The liquid was a different color though. He dipped a finger in it, just a test, and slathered a small portion on his neck. It took several seconds, but the glass-scratching sensation began to dull.
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"...I'm a Program." Is what Beck eventually answered with. Because, that's what he was! He wasn't a User...but he wasn't like some of the other things he had seen rip through here. He wasn't as different as he could be. But he was different to the point where he didn't know anything about himself in the User world, and that make things kind of difficult for him.
He nodded, and watched carefully as Daniel dipped a finger into the stuff, and a look of relief slowly made itself visible on his face. "Is it working?"
Beck dug a finger into his own little thing of medicine, before carefully spreading it onto his wounded hand. He bit his lip as the pain grew a little worse for the smallest milicycle..but then it got a little better. He set the little can down with a sigh. "Does is always work that fast?"
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They really did have a one-size-fits-all-medicine. "Not where I come from. The Capitol probably made some vast advances in medicine, in connection to the Games."
Daniel blinked owlishly at him. A Program? Here he was expecting something more along the lines of an alien species, very likely not humanoid.
"Like an artificial intelligence?"
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He rubbed the stinging little spot on his hand, before addressing that. "I...guess?" Beck saw it as he always saw it- just a Program. A Program programmed to do a one specific thing. Or in his case, maybe two. "I came from a place called Argon City. It was on the Grid."
How did people see it in a User's point of view? "Have you ever heard of that before...?"