In the desert, you can remember your name.

[gamemakers]

Who| Group 2
What| Waking up in the desert arena
Where| Scattered around
When| Several hours after the Candy Cornucopia
Warnings/Notes| Deathroll will be coming soon to check out this arena's cornucopia and find out who dies between now and next week.

Make no mistake about it. The bloodbath of this Arena's Cornucopia was brutal. Half of the Tributes fell, a jerking, painful death. It is the highest death count in one day that recent memory can ascertain. It is shocking and unexpected, certainly a twist as far as those watching from the safety of the Capitol are concerned.

But it doesn't compare to what happens next. Because the Tributes that fell in in the bright candy hell don't wake up.

At least, not in the Capitol.

Not this time.

The fallen Tributes' eyes open, one by one, as the trackers in their arms let out an uncharacteristic jolt to bring them back to consciousness. They are not in their soft beds in the Training Center. They are not even in the Capitol. Instead, there is heat, more intense than that in the strange candy land that they had been in. A wind picks up, swirling dust and sand around them, stinging eyes and skin.

Everyone who was cut down is spread far and wide throughout this arena, still in their costumes, perhaps a little worse for wear.

"Good afternoon, Tributes." Claudius Templesmith's voice echoes through the air once all of the Tributes have been unceremoniously awoken. "And welcome to the second half of the Seventh Arena of the 75th Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in your favor."

And with that, they're on their own....

Comments

[polyturtle]

"Oh I...sure those are definitely...worth writing home about." Especially since Don wasn't exactly a party guy. "Good to know you survived them though..."

[revvinguptheharley]

"Oh sure." She waved a hand dismissively, "I'm really durable like that. I've been blown up, knocked around. Mistah J once tied me to a rocket and sent me flying through the air only to crash land in the swamp." she cackled like it was all great fun. "I met my best friend there."

[polyturtle]

"...Oh..." That sounded a bit nuts. "Who's Mister J?"

[revvinguptheharley]

"He's my Puddin!" Harley gave a hop skip and brought her leg up in the classic romantic pose. "He made me who I am today! Oh we used to have so much fun together! Robbing banks, setting fires, blowing stuff up, speeding through town! A classier couple of clowns you never saw!" She reminisced dreamily while continuing to follow him.

"Sure we had our ups and downs, but they will always be a place for him right here." She patted her chest over her heart.

[polyturtle]

"...Oh."

It was probably a good thing that right now, Harley was behind him, and not in front of him, because. Well. Don was just internally wondering whether allying with someone who considered a killer clown her soulmate was the best idea after all.

"He...certainly sounds like someone you'd never be bored around."

[revvinguptheharley]

"Ya got that right bub!"

Harley spun around with glee caught up in her own memories before resuming the pace.

"How about you handsome? Got any special reptiles back home you could be kissin'?"

[polyturtle]

"...No." Don rubbed his head awkwardly. "No female mutants where I come from."

[revvinguptheharley]

"Well, everyone is someone's fetish." Harley offered optimistically "Have you tried the internet? Lots of "Ladies seeking muscular green skinned heart throb" adds on there."

[polyturtle]

"...Well, I'd have to have someone who would be ok with my family. Especially my dad. Mainly because he's a giant rat and...well, that's generally a turn off for most girls."

...Yes, Harley. That was an attempt at a joke.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley barked out loud with laughter. "Hey don't I know how that goes. My old mans a dirty rat too. Just not the mutant kind. Last I saw he's doing time for one scam or another and tried to make a quick buck promising a guard he could get his picture with me." She pouted.