The fog seems especially heavy in the hours before dusk, and night begins it's creep easily enough with the light already so obscured.

But night had not fallen quite yet when the air raid sirens begin their howling, echoing through the fog and filling the streets with their moans.

The sirens last for what seems a long time, but in reality barely fills 5 minutes. Still, 5 minutes is a long time with that noise permeating the air. As the howl, the fog thickens even more, visibility cutting down to mere inches.

Then, suddenly they stop. A moment of silence, which ends with a growing grumble through the whole town, seeming to come from under ground. The fog sucks back, being pulled away towards the crevasses at the end of town. As it goes, the town starts to change.

To rot.

Paint curls up from walls, dry board crumbles away, ceilings sag and in place, collapse. Some buildings retain their structure, but some show their inner skeletons, nearly reduced to beams and columns. The cracks exude heat, shifting and widening, sometimes slowly, sometimes suddenly.

It isn't just the cracks in the ground that heat up. The whole town seems to have a fire under it, hot, wet heat shimmering over the ground. The various monsters idling around are no longer idling, now aggressive and out for blood.

The town is a sight, and not one for sore eyes.

Except, along main street, one building is a beacon of normal. It looks the same, worn down, but whole. An old theater, The Mayan, with peeling and worn looking cravings of creatures and motifs clearly mimicking it's name sake. Inside is an old fashion, two floor theater, complete with a concession stand down stairs.

And anyone who takes shelter here will find the concession stand fully stocked. The soda machine works, the popcorn maker keeps refilling, and every time the hot dog maker is opened it's full of hot dogs and buns. The candy boxes, too, are full and restock themselves.

It would be perfect if it wasn't full of people who want you dead.

OOC|

A map of the theater can be found here.

Throw any questions here.

You can rp in this post like a party post, or use this information to make your own threads.

Hellrena will be in effect until a second post returning things to normal, I am planning a few days currently.

WHO| John Watson and whoevs :)
WHAT| Backdated open post for anyone wanting an interaction with a very traumatised John after Sherlock's death. John's death has been planned out, but I am fine with you  injuring him if you want! Just hit me up on plurk first.
WHEN| Backdated to End of Week 5
WHERE| The elevator on its way down to the basement, stopping at whichever floor you need with a helpful ding! :D
WARNINGS| Suicidal thoughts, ridiculous amounts of misery

( John wasn't sure he was capable of anger any more... )

WHO| Sherlock Holmes (BBC), John Watson and Garrus
WHAT| Sherlock's gonna die, and then Garrus is also going to die
WHEN| Backdated to End of Week 5
WHERE| The Roof
WARNINGS| Death, Violence, Guns, Suicidal Thoughts


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"The museum will be closing in half an hour. At that time, something very special will be distributed to the Tributes brave enough to risk their peers at the first floor elevators."

The storm is still raging outside, casting everything on the first floor in a dim light occasionally shattered by flashes of lightning. The thunder rolling in the background seems to set the tone, although some may find it a welcome distraction from silence.

Half an hour passes. Five minutes before it's done, the elevators cease functioning, leaving Tributes to use the stairwells.

Each elevator door opens to reveal a handful of weapons: firecrackers, revolvers, grenades. There are no threats to the Tributes who try to retrieve them - none but their fellow competitors.

[OOC note: party-style post. Everyone tag away.]

Who| Joan, Orc, Sherlock, Sherlock, and John
What| Joan is in the path of a rampaging Stone Zombie, and gets crushed against the wall. She dies in her Sherlock's arms, and the Baker Street Boys find them.
Where| 6th floor
When| Beginning of Week 5
Warnings/Notes| Violence, blood, death, angst. So. Much. Angst.

( Threads within )

Who| The Creature and OPEN (after the thread with John Watson)
What| (Finally) seeing some action
Where| Starting on the 2nd floor, can be anywhere for the Open section
When| Week 4
Warnings/Notes| Violence, no death (yet). In the Open section, Creature's going to be highly keyed-up and ready to jump at shadows, so it'll be easy to send him back into fighting mode. He may be able to be talked down, though -- if there's a particular direction you'd like the thread to go in, ping me. Otherwise we'll play it by ear. Thread starters in the comments.

Who| Sherlock, John, Joan, Punchy, and OPEn
What| Sherlock decides to build a computer.
Where| In the Parking Garage
When| Endish of Week 2
Warnings/Notes| None yet, beyond the general warning of Sherlock being a complete tosser.

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Who| John and OTA~
What| With Joan immobilised, John's scouting for much needed supplies. I'm up for run-ins with friends and foes alike, more than happy to have a skirmish or two though I'd like to stay away from serious injury, please! Small ones are A-OK.
Where| Couple of options inside- just specify which :)
When| Week 1
Warnings/Notes| None yet.

( we can stick anything into the fog and make it look like a ghost )

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| John, Joan, and a dinosaur
What| After Sherlock's death, John and Joan get into trouble of PREHISTORIC PROPORTIONS