WHO | Riddick and OPEN
WHAT | Riddick's hanging around being creepy and annoyed
WHEN | Evening of the Cornucopia
WHERE | The ruins
WARNINGS / NOTES | Riddick's dirty mouth and bad attitude


Not many people had tried taking Riddick out at the big shell thing. It was almost disappointing. But regardless, he'd hopped off his platform at last once the bloodbath had settled and sauntered off into the ruins to explore, ignoring the supplies left behind and the bodies fallen on the ground. Dark was falling now, but that wasn't a problem: he could stand a little cold, and all he had to do was pull his goggles off as the light dimmed.

In fact, he rather preferred it.

So he kept moving, kept his eyes open, and his ears alert for company as he sifted through the ancient equipment and rat-eaten refuse quietly and without really disturbing much-- but he wasn't here to kill anybody. For once in his life, these days, it seemed like. At least, not unless they tried to kill him first.

For some this is starting to be routine. For some it is new, and little is done to ease them into it. The peacekeepers are never warm on these flights, but they are rougher, quieter today, and after having their tracking devices inserted or reactivated, the tributes don't see them until they are lead to small, metal rooms.

They are dressed quietly by their stylist, and the stylist move quicker this time, dressing them in heavy cargo pants, boots, thick socks, an undershirt and sweater. A light, plastic jacket is laid over the top, with a hood and plenty of pockets.

They are lead to tubes, with a reminder not to leave the pedestal. The tubes are metal this time, thick, the door sliding closed over them and leaving the tributes in the small, dark area. Entombed until they start the smooth rise to the surface.

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Rising to the surfaces, they can see before them a building, ravished by time but still standing. Behind it, cliffs fall to the ocean, glittering in the sun for miles and miles, a dark blue distance that offers no escape. Behind them, the last trails of fog lead into a forest, still spotted with the lingering remains of the buildings that had once stood there. The air is cool, crisp, and the warmth of the sweater can be appreciated quickly.

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One wall of the building before them is gone, exposing deep into the building's heart. There, about 50 yards into the ruins, lies the cornucopia. It's weapons and supplies are scattered among the ruins, dropped haphazardly among crumbling walls and exposed rebar.

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Warned not to move from their pedestals, they are given the last 10 seconds to plans their attack.

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The gong sounds, clear in the crisp air. Let the games begin.

[OOC: Check here if your character ran for the cornucopia to see your results. Post here to play those out.

Characters on reserve have until Wednesday, Nov 14th to be eligible to tag into this arena and this post, but anyone who did not sign up for the Cornucopia will be handwaved as having not not been part of the Cornucopia battle.]