Who| Javert, R and Maximus
What| Javert meets his demise.
Where| New Orleans Square
When| Week 4 before the fireworks.
Warnings/Notes| Zombies and death.

( Are there devils with halos and beautiful capes? )

Who: Javert and Enjolras
What: Zombiefied spies, man.
Where: Idk around.
When: Week 3
Warnings/Notes: The general unpleasantness associated with the undead.

( then ask me for a piece of gum )

Who_ R, Javert, Karis, and Beck
What_ There are some hungry zombies in Disneyland, and Beck is hot on the menu.
Where_ Somewhere around, wherever you want!
When_ Some time during week three.
Warnings/Notes_ Gore, zombie violence, cannibalism and a little bit of character death!

( is it weird that TRON is from disney, too? )

Who| Javert and anyone
What| Javert is a zombie. He's not very good at it. Yet.
Where| Fantasyland
When| End of week 2
Warnings/Notes| Zombification

( I will never go hungry again. )

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| Javert and Maximus
WHAT: Javert asks a favor.
WHEN: Week 2
WHERE: Fantasyland
WARNINGS/NOTES| Mercy killing, illness, zombies.

( Only alive when I pretend that I have died. )

Who: Holiday and OPEN
What: Exploring the area a bit and trying to, you know, survive
When: First Week
Where: anywhere in Tomorrowland
Notes: Up for confrontations, alliances, sneak attacks, anything!

( I'll love ya, tomorrow )

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.))

WHO| Gabriel and OPEN
WHAT| Gabriel's just arrived a few hours ago and he'd love to make some friends/enemies.
WHEN| Week 3
WHERE| Ice field, a few hours' walk from the cornucopia.
WARNINGS/NOTES| He's likely in a friendly mood (for now), because he has no weapons or supplies of any kind.

( Welcome to the cold shower no one asked for )

Who| Maximus and YOU
What|  Maximus arrives in the Games, and anyone and everyone can come bother him though they might get beat up a little
Where|  All over the arena
When|  Mid-way
Warnings| Probably lots of violence and possible death, but not his. Not yet. Not yet.


He'd been told almost nothing. Equipped with gear completely foreign to him save the fur lining of his hood, Maximus said nothing as he was prepared and had little more explained to him. He wondered, vaguely, if he was dead. Had Commodus's assassins come for him in the night? Had the gods judged that he must pay his dues before he was worthy of joining his brothers in Elysium?

But as he rose into the blinding white snow, and the cold whipped around him fierce and fast, Maximus knew he was alive. A new game, perhaps, that Commodus had smuggled him to in order to watch him die. They had not even armed him - he was meant to be no more than fodder. The small metal piece they had pushed under this skin was a new and unique branding to match the scarred out tattoo on his shoulder. Forever owned, a piece of his mind echoed. He ignored it.

He would not die here. Not today. He would win this arena like those before it until he stood face to face with Commodus.

As he stepped off his pillar, he crouched down to the ground, fingers meaning to find dirt but instead finding snow. The snow would afford no better grip, but then he had no weapon to take a better grip on. He had seen snow before, of course - they had fought in the north for nearly his entire military career, and the harsh winters had killed more than a few friends. But not him.

He raised his eyes to the horizon - but there were no stands, no crowds, no audience. He knew, somehow, that they were watching. The mob was always watching.

Strength and Honour.