WHO| Rapunzel and open
WHAT| Rapunzel arrives and sets off in a random direction. Fantasyland looks. All right?
WHEN| Week 2, in the evening
WHERE| Fantasyland, towards Toon Town
WARNINGS/NOTES| NONE I DON'T THINK

( A NEW FANTASTIC POINT OF VIEW! NO ONE TO TELL US NO, OR WHERE TO GO, OR SAY WE'RE ONLY DREAMING. )

Who: Volanz and OPEN!
What: Exploring and falling in the wreck that used to be Tarzan's Tree House
Where: Tarzan's Tree House in Adventureland
When: Sometime into the first week, he's a little late to the party
Warnings/Notes: Nothing really, he's probably more afraid of you than you should be of him.
( ...And hit all the branches on the way down? )

Who| Ian Chesterton - open
What| Cooking dinner - come and share/take it or attack him - the smoke from the fire will be visible from a little way away
Where| Frontierland
When| Dusk on the first day
Warnings/Notes| None yet

So far everything had been quite quiet, aside from the scrum Ian had witnessed at the cornucopia. But now he was alone and settled down to some dinner. He had scratches on his hands and torn clothing, but he'd managed to catch a duck in the end. Along with some berries he'd stored in his pockets, he had a decent meal. Fortunately, there was enough wood around that it didn't take much to tear it loose. Starting the fire had taken a while and now he was cooking the duck on it. He knew the fire would be a risk, but at least he would be able to eat and be warm and kept an ear and an eye out for predators or anyone else around.

WHO| Lindsey McDonald [OPEN]
WHAT| Time to explore Disneyland!
WHEN| First week
WHERE| Around the Eastern areas, eventually circling back to Fantasyland. (Main Street, Tomorrowland, Toon Town, Fantasyland)
WARNINGS/NOTES| Violence and Disney bashing? D:

First time ever visiting Disneyland and it had to be post nuclear apocalypse with everything broken and askew. This was the most messed up Disneyland vacation ever.

Lindsey fled east after the Cornucopia and it wasn't long before he entered the area of futuristic buildings. Unsurprisingly, he also seemed to be separated from anyone he knew. Still, the first order of things was to find himself a weapon and check over his bag. Looking around, he eventually came upon the wreckage of a large monorail train.

"Welcome to the happiest place on earth," he muttered. He hefted a large metal bar that looked it like might have once been the stage support and was satisfied that it was a good weight for swinging. "Now just have to find myself some faery dust."

WHO | Howard Bassem and anyone
WHAT | Howard builds himself a hidey-hole in Thunder Mountain, steals a bunch of prop guns.
WHEN | The day after the Conucopia.
WHERE | Frontierland
WARNINGS/NOTES | None yet.

( When I am on a pedestal, you did not raise me here. )

The last few hours before the Arena have a strangely stifled quality, as if half the people they interact with are trying very hard not to laugh. Maybe it's the costumes, the fancy gowns and velvet tunics, the short capes. Or maybe it's their destination.

The round courtyard to which the tubes bring them could not be more different from the last arena. Though outside the circle of pedestals, disrepair and neglect has taken over the roads and buildings, the garden inside the circle could not be more perfectly sculpted. Every hedge is a smooth, rounded shape. Flowers bloom brightly in concentric circles of insane color. The Cornucopia sits gleaming and golden, and just in front of its mouth, a bronze statue of a man and a mouse stands amid the heap of supplies.


Aside from it, there is a hush. No flies in the flowers, no wind in the trees. It is a cool day, with the comfortable chill of early spring and noon's short shadows.



Outside the circle, behind the tributes on the northern side, a castle looms. Through its wide gate, devastation everywhere, but it, itself, is shining clean, glowing pink and blue. Opaque windows look down from the heights of it, as uncaring as every hidden camera the veterans know is there.



Music starts as the countdown nears the bottom, a whimsical, dramatic tune.




And with the final note, the gong rang out, and a firework shot into the sky from the castle's peak, bright enough to burst redly across the sky above them all. Let the Games begin.



((OOC NOTES: IF YOUR CHARACTER HAS POWERS THE CAPITOL HAS NERFED, make sure you are on this list.

And everyone really should review the arena post. Because there's a little more to play with than you might think.

And please remember to add your character's tag to each post they're in.))