Who| Holiday and Kevin
What| Holiday's dying
Where| Sixth Floor
When| Week Four
Warnings/Notes| Death, Lori. Thangs.

( that was a meme and I'm not sorry )

Who| Holiday and Hawkeye
What| Hawk's been doing a good job at avoiding Holiday so far! Aaand then he fails.
Where| Fourth floor -ish
When| Late Week 3/early Week 4
Warnings/Notes| we're winging it- will update if needed!
( It's just been replaced by exhaustion. )

Who| Holiday and YOU
What| Surviving and what not
Where| All over the museum
When| Weeks 2 & 3 (before the volcano blows)
Warnings/Notes| N/A

( drinking is bad, kids )

WHO| Wyatt and OTA
WHAT| It's a brand new arena, time to settle in and scope things out
WHERE| Third Floor
WHEN| Second day
Warnings/Notes| None at this time. Will update as necessary!

( Against the tide we struggle, to keep our heads above the deep and our hearts above the lie. )

The Tributes are woken up early for this Arena, and switched from whatever sleeping attire they're currently in to a set of pajamas, each designed for the individual in questions. Women wear onesies, and most of the men wear two-pieces, but other than that any similarities are at random - the outfits are in all sorts of colors and patterns.

The floor of the helicopter taking them to their Arena location, and of the underground entrance to the tubes that hoist them to the surface, will feel cold under their bare feet.

Rather than bringing them to sunlight, like the tubes have in the past, instead the Tributes are presented to a dark concrete ceiling in a badly-lit parking lot. Fluorescent lights do little to illuminate the cavernous space.

The countdown begins, announced as if from far away.

20

19

18…

The Cornucopia, a ghastly thing carved from stone and concrete, sits at the center of a pattern of white and yellow lines reminiscent of spots for parked cars. The painted lines create a sort of spoked wheel, providing lanes for the Tributes leading to the prizes at the center. Some of the more unfortunate Tributes will find the concrete architecture has placed pillars in their lanes.

8

7

6…

Six parked cars lie around the outskirts of the huge lot, barely visible in the dim lighting. Glowing exit signs on two opposite sides of the chamber announce where Tributes should go to escape the bloodbath. Elevator doors are perched beneath them.

3

2

1

The gong rings out, and the countdown's voice announces "the Arena is now open". The Games have begun.

WHO| Eva and Holiday
WHAT| Holiday's time is up.
WHEN| Week 4
WHERE| The jungle
WARNINGS| Death!

( Who do they comfort now, since I've gone away? )

WHO| AndrAIa, Holiday, Punchy and Jack
WHAT| Time for an Avox to die.
WHEN| Week 3, at night
WHERE| North coast
WARNINGS| Death.

( Why am I so differently wired? )

Who| Hawkeye and the unlucky who run into him
What| A crash course and a sorry welcome
Where| Heading southeast though he hasn't gotten far from the Cornucopia
When| Tail end of week 2
Warnings/Notes| Can't think of any now, but I'll update as needed
( And when I'm dead and buried, Oh, Susanna, don't you cry. )

Who| Holiday and everyone
What| Running around the arena, trying to find safety, trying to scavenge, etc.
Where| All over, but ending up in the Northern part, around the caves
When| Week One and into the start of Week Two
Warnings/Notes| The usual

( Still familiar... )

Today begins particularly early by normal standards. Long before the sun, or even a hint of dawn arrives. When the world is still and black and quiet, save for the parties still raging on from the night before. Night owls still have not gone to sleep. Everyone knows what today is, even if you've only just arrived.

There is a palpable tension in the air as everyone is ushered out under the cover of darkness to board the hovercrafts. A stream of faces both familiar and unknown filter in and take their seats, and very little is said as tributes are strapped in and attendants make their rounds, activating tracking devices. There are no windows, no openings no view of the outside world as it passes silently, below. The journey takes hours. And when everyone finally arrives, there is no hint of sky or grass or cloud or tree. Just long concrete hallways and rows of uniformed peacekeepers that remind everyone to keep in line in the underbelly of the unknown.

One by one, each tribute is lead into a small concrete room where stylists outfit tributes in their only bit of protection for the next coming weeks. Little is given away by the clothing each stylists put their tribute in. No flair or flourish or costumed monstrosity this time. Just simple, functional mundane civilian clothing. Khakis, cotton shirts, boots.

There is little time to dress and say goodbyes. Only a few small moments left to gather your thoughts. And then, the countdown starts. A countdown displayed in holographic blue begins:

25. 24. 23. 22....

The smell of earth and grass and a general damp green fills your lungs as you rise, slowly into a large grass field. At first, its the only thing you can see in all directions until the pedestal locks in place.

20. 19. 18. 17....

In the near distance, the cornucopia looms. Massive. Copper. Even hidden by the grass you can see its spoils are plentiful, tempting anyone with even a mild curiosity streak to come explore. Some may see this as a warning sign already .

15. 14. 13...

You can see the others, around you. Their heads, maybe the shoulders of taller tributes, and very little else. If there is anything hidden in this field you would never know it. The grass is too tall and too thick to show what might be lurking near the ground.

10. 9. 8....

There is just a hint of a breeze and the lingering scent of recent rain. The humidity is more uncomfortable than the heat., its a thick, jungle-like warm. You can see a dense tangle of trees in the distance. Blue sky filled with towering white clouds. Its the sort of place where nothing ever truly seems to be dry. At least you might not have to worry about freezing to death.

6. 5. 4...

For just a moment, everything goes perfectly still. Perfectly silent.

The grass rustles.

You feel the breeze.

2.

1.

0.

You will have two hours until a short warning alarm will sound and the sonic fences turn on across the entire arena.