Who| Courfeyrac, Combeferre, Grantaire, Joly, Marius, & Kenny
What| Springing a trap
Where| Near the space barricade in the abandoned area.
When| Backdated to Week 2
Warnings/Notes| Violence/Death

( They all got the same heartbeat. )

Who| Les Amis + Open
What| Building a barricade
Where| A deep corner of the Arena somewhere where they hope not to be disturbed.
When| Week 1
Warnings/Notes| Nope? Will update as needed!  Free-form tagging, making your own threads with each other.  It's your one stop shop for Frenchmen galore.

( I told him where I reside. )

Who| Les Amis de l'ABC + Mariko, Charles Xavier, and whoever else.
What| la Terreur
Where| Bob's Bargain Basement. Because savings are distinctly egalitarian and we're about that life.
When| Weeks 2 and 3, just specify when.
Warnings/Notes| Gruesome death via clothing fixtures, definitely. Possibly discussions of torture, past mutilation/disfigurement, and gratuitous mental instability. ... I'll update if anything else pops up.

( ah ! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira )

Who| Courfeyrac et vous (open!)
What| The worst birthday ever.
Where| Pizza Fire Explosion Arcade and Fun Complex.
When| Week One, August 21st.
Warnings/Notes| Gnarly facial injuries. Man pain. The usual.

( But now you got me feeling like it's my birthday. )

WHO| Barricade boys, Max and Venus
WHAT| General allies catch-all post.
WHERE| A store in the middle of town.
WHEN| Week 1
WARNINGS AND NOTES| Discussions of dead spiders. I figure we can set up Les Mis cast & co. threads in here, so just put in your subheading when and with whom you're threading with.

( Didn't burn my skin in a blaze of glory. )

The Tributes are taken early in the morning, most of their support teams seeming in good cheer as they dress them in warm clothes, getting them to their tubes. There is obvious comfort in the familiar for the prep teams, and they chatter with, or in some cases, over the heads of their Tributes as they get them ready and load them up.

20

19

18…

If the Tributes could see the area they are passed up into, they would see a deeply overgrown, dilapidated town green, with a large bandstand rotting away in the middle. The spoils of the cornucopia are not gathered in one spot, instead scattered throughout the thigh high grass and weeds around the town green.

Around the edge of the green, the old business stand a silent sentry, looming out of the fog as it thins and winds into them, providing much desired cover.

8

7

6…

But the Tributes cannot see the ground around them. The fog, thicker even than it will be in the rest of the arena, makes the world small around them. The sound of the count down echoes strangely, the tributes seeming too close as the fog brings sounds of their breath, their coughing, the snap of twigs under their feet right to ears of the other Tributes. But with the fog bringing visibility down to only a few feet, it's hard to tell what is a true danger, and what is only the fog playing tricks on them,.

3

2

1

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