Supply... Closet?! (open)

[jadaryl]

WHO| Eliot, Momoko, Ariadne, and whoever they run into on the supply run
WHAT| Supply run to the Cornucopia
WHEN| Shortly after the bloodbath
WHERE| J15
WARNING/NOTES| Possible violence

Eliot looked out the doorway at the Cornucopia as the cannon sounded. He frowned slightly. The area around the Cornucopia was finally empty except for the bodies of the dead. Supplies still littered the ground, including most of the bags. Only four dead and most of the supplies left behind? Something wasn't right. He couldn't see in the deeper craters from his angle. If he'd been at the Cornucopia longer, he would have used that to his advantage.

He had noticed while waiting for the gong to sound that there were no weapons, just supplies. His chair leg would do for now but, at some point, he needed something better. A memory flashed through his mind. His mentor hadn't been able to tell him much, be he had said that if he stepped off the pedestal early, it would explode. If he could open it somehow, he might be able to get the explosive out. And there were 24 platforms. That decided it. He had to take the risk.

Eliot looked around the room. The chair leg was sturdy enough, but he had to pry the platforms out of the ground or open them, he'd need something equally strong but much thinner. He smiled to himself as he saw a piece of metal playing on the window sill. He walked over and pocketed it.

He turned to the two girls. "You two can stay here if you want," he said. "I need to go back now that everyone's gone. We need more supplies than this."

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[implant]

Kaidan's lips quirk at the wave before he steps out of the cover, looking over Eliot. Still an unknown variable, still possibly a threat. But Ariadne was with him, which perhaps spoke to his character. She wasn't hurt, that much was obvious. Shifting his weight, he nods, gesturing for them to come into the shade and out of the boiling hot sun. It's a risk, but one Kaidan feels comfortable enough to take.

[cowardfacinghappiness]

Momoko looks from Eliot to Kaidan, absently thinking that it'd be nice if people stopped gesturing all the time and just used their words. Finally she shrugs and moves forward. Even if trusting Kaidan is a mistake, it's three against one, and she had underestimated the heat enough that a rest in the shade is enticing.

[jadaryl]

Eliot watched Momoko walk over toward Kaiden. He really hoped her friend was worthy of the trust she clearly placed in him. He stood for a few minutes, pretending to stare in another direction. It was all he could do for her right now.

[buildingreality]

When Momoko starts towards Kaidan, Ariadne finally takes the initiative to do so as well; Eliot would be behind them if he saw fit, otherwise he'd still be within sight. She'd stopped trying to understand men ages ago, and Eliot wasn't much of an exception to that rule. Let him stand aside, if he wanted.

For now, she just hurries towards Kaidan, taking a few quick steps to catch up to Momoko. When she's close enough that she think speaking won't get any of them killed, or give away their position more than anything else, she calls to him: "Did you get anything?"

[implant]

"No. Waiting for sundown. Moving when it's this hot will just speed up dehydration and exhastion. Rest up now, get going later." Kaidan keeps his eyes trained on Eliot even as the two girls approach him. He pauses for a second, either way, looking down at Ariadne with a slight smile, a bit of a shrug. Military training had it's benefits. He knew how to operate in many different landscapes.

[cowardfacinghappiness]

"Being rested and hydrated isn't going to help you very much if everything is gone by nightfall," Momoko points out. She notices that Kaidan is keeping his eyes on Eliot and realizes that's a good idea, so she moves so her back is to the building as well, allowing her to see the other three all at once. The important part about having temporary allies is that they're temporary, she reminds herself. Considering the nature of the game, there was no other kind.

[jadaryl]

Eliot smiled quietly as he saw the three talking together. He leaned down and started to pick up the few cans muttering the ground around him. He stuffed them in the bag. If the girls decided to split off with this new man, there'd be enough to split with them. Not that these friendly relations could last for too long.

[buildingreality]

Content with letting herself look like she isn't watching her back - or perhaps simply looking like she trusted them - Ariadne remains where she is, her back largely to Eliot and anyone else who might approach from that side. The shade definitely is better than the sun, and she can already feel herself cooling down a little bit. "She's right, you know. And we've been doing fine so far," she can't help but amend, folding her arms comfortably across her chest. "I know it's only the first day, but it's a good start."

[jadaryl]

Eliot nods. "So far," he agrees. The were certainly doing better than the four who had already died. And they'd picked up some supplies, so they wouldn't starve or die of thirst too soon.

[implant]

Kaidan just stares at Eliot for a bit, lips pulled thin and brown eyes narrowed. "Running for the Cornucopia with other tributes is a risk. Not something I'm willing to do so soon." Kaidan had heard the canon fire, the shouting and bloodshed. He's kept an eye on things, always has. It's even more important to do so here.

[jadaryl]

Eliot nods. "It is," he agrees quietly. "But so is trying to get through this with nothing but your bare hands. There's worse ways to die than getting killed out right."

[implant]

Kaidan stays silent again. He has a little more tucked up his sleeve than 'bare hands' but he doesn't know where he stands with the other yet. He knows Ariadne and Momoka know about the biotics, but the other? No clue. Instead of answering outright, Kaidan offers his name. "Kaidan Alenko. And you?"

[jadaryl]

"Eliot Spencer," the hitter replies. He looks closely at the other. "Which branch of the military were you with?"

[implant]

"Alliance." He's explained this to Momoka before and that went... alright. He doesn't see this one going particularly great. "Staff Commander."

[jadaryl]

Eliot raised his eyebrows. "Alliance?" he echoed. "Not familiar with them."

Not that that was entirely surprising. If the people here, and he'd never heard of this place before, could bring him here in his sleep, who knows where else they could drag people in from. And when. No one had told him much of anything, but he was reasonably sure that this city did not exist in his own time. He'd been to just about every country in the world and he'd never heard the slightest whisper of this place.

[buildingreality]

Having been taking the time to relax, to calm herself down from the nerves still lingering from her kill and the subsequent arrival to the building where she met Momoko and Eliot, Ariadne thought to chime in then before it became too much like an interrogation. "It seems like part of the game: see how many people they can find from completely different places. I suppose it adds to the intrigue of watching. They get their entertainment, and they get to learn about new places at the same time."

[jadaryl]

Eliot ran a hand over his face. "Somehow, that doesn't surprise me," he commented, keeping his tone light. The thing that frustrated him was that he might've enjoyed coming here if the circumstances had been any different. The little bit he'd seen of the city had been... beyond beautiful.

[cowardfacinghappiness]

"It's more than just entertainment," Momoko pipes in, not really interested in their conversation but aware of the situation enough to realize that letting her attention wander too much was essentially suicide. "It's...important. Ceremonial. Historical." Horrible. Stupid. Unfair. Ever mindful of the cameras, Momoko is respectful when concerning the topic of the Games. Out loud, anyway.

[buildingreality]

Hesitation is more than enough to suggest to Ariadne - and hopefully the others - that Momoko doesn't necessarily believe that, but she nods lightly in concession all the same. "There's quite a bit it's built upon, true. Even if I wouldn't say we're good examples of it." At least when they were taking people from the districts, barbaric as it was, they could say that it was in light of the history behind the Games. "It still exists."

[jadaryl]

"It's definitely historical," Eliot agrees, for once being completely sincere about the topic. "Rather like some other countries they made us study in school. Every time they conquered a new country... Or if a slave had a particular... bent for fighting."

He shrugged. "As I said, there's a historical precedent."

Of course, he didn't mention the rebellions the Roman gladiators occasionally started in the city. Nor did he bring up how the Roman Empire had essentially rotted from the inside until it coule no longer defend itself. If the others knew of that time in history, they'd be able to get the reference.