Who| Courfeyrac & You!
What| Do you wanna build a barricade? Because Courfeyrac does.
Where| The Little Meadow
When| Week 2, after the snow and the tiger attacks are over.
Warnings/Notes| Free for all! You can make your own threads if you like!

( I'm not wasting no more time. )

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. )

As usual the Tributes are woken up early for the start of the arena, leaving the Tribute Centre before dawn. A few hours ride in a hovercraft delivers them to their destination where their excited prep teams will outfit them in skintight suits that are colour coordinated by District (D1 is White, D2 is Red, D3 is Orange, D4 is Aqua, D5 is Purple, D6 is Pink, D7 is Light Green, D8 is Blue, D9 is Yellow, D10 is Dark Green, D11 is Lavender, and D12 is Black) over which they will be put into what is instantly identifiable as a spacesuit, complete with oxygen tank and helmet before being loaded into the tubes.

They rise up into what appears to be outer space and immediately upon emerging from the tubes Tributes will find themselves floating upwards with a length of rope the only thing holding them to their podiums. The countdown crackles out from speakers built into each Tributes helmet.

20

19

18…

The Cornucopia sits in the middle of a dusty crater with buildings surrounding it, made up of a number of chained down cases and cubes in limited numbers. Cubes which sharp-eyed Tributes will note look like they fit into the slots beside the doors that lead into the spaceport.

8

7

6…

The mirrored visors of the uniformly white spacesuits make it impossible to tell friend from foe. Tributes fighting for goods will have to risk harming their friends but the alternative, floating off into space or suffocating when their oxygen runs out, leaves them little choice.

3

2

1…

The gong rings out and the countdown’s voice announces, “the Arena is now open” before the line goes dead. The Games have begun.