Who| All those on the breakout mission and all those being made to fight against them.
What| The liberation of District 4.
Where| District 4.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.

The ocean is a calm clear beauty only for a short while. Storm clouds loom on the horizon, dark and massive beasts prowl quickly forward and growing size. The waves grow higher and higher over time, crashing violent upon rock, dock, and shore alike. One wrong slip, and the ocean may very will claim you for its own, war be damned.

The once bright and friendly tourist city and pier is on total lockdown. The businesses (curios shops, restaurants, and even games and rides) have closed their doors and barred them with wood. One of the hotels has been turned into the Capitol-soldier boarding and war room, a refuge for Peacekeepers in the new uprising.

Said Peacekeepers are struggling here, quicker to react due to the nature of the District's people. There is an overwhelming amount of rebels here, perhaps even the entirety of the District. Many of them, as comes from being a former career District, know how to fight, make traps, and generally outlast their opponents. Capitol soldiers will be stretched thin trying to help the Peacekeepers settle this District's ire. The people of District four want vengeance.

Everywhere beyond the tourist's city is rebel territory. Propoganda is rampant here. It's greatest control is the weather washing it away. Yet still words can be seen such as in the face of adversity; stand together! and TO BRAVERY! and Time's up, Capitol.

The war continues, and in the back of everyone's mind is a familiar phrase; may the odds be ever in your favor.

Who| All those on the liberation mission and all those being made to fight against them.
What| The liberation of District 9.
Where| District 9
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.

By now, even the most remote and isolated Districts are well aware of the chaos ravaging Panem. District Nine, golden with wheat and blinding with its expansive blue horizon, is quiet, and yet nothing about it feels safe; the stillness is less like a serene oasis than like tall grass that cannot help but contain lions prowling. An air raid siren was going off an hour ago at the sight of hovercrafts, driving everyone inside. No one is outside working the fields or traveling the dirt roads to the hub of the District, which sits in the center like a spider in its web or the axel of a wheel. Displaced Capitolite and Districter both are hunkered down within the corrugated-metal buildings.

The air is hot, and once outside the hovercrafts one finds that what was previously mistaken for silence is in fact the monotonous hum and whine of insects, too continuous and amorphous to really qualify as actual sound but certainly not the absence of it. The sun glares down from a cloudless sky. The earth was tilled until an hour ago, and many of the fields are only partially plowed. Some still have farm equipment left out. Mills and water towers sit awkwardly at the edge of the fields like sentinels or oversized dominos.

The crops stretch out to the horizon, ranging from waist-height to taller than the average full-grown man, depending on the breed. The sheer variety is astonishing, the quality even moreso; ears of corn are as large as toddlers and the wheat is a flawless golden color, thanks to Capitol technology and genetic modification. There are no pests, as most of the plants have a natural pesticide that is fatal upon ingestion and only removable with sprays available to importers to the Capitol, to prevent theft by the hungry employees.

There are crop circles, many in the Capitol’s logo and a few stamped with the insignias of local Capitol-run businesses. It does not reflect the sentiments of the natives but rather an attempt by those clinging to their echelons to enforce a mindset in vain. The propaganda has largely been repelled from the souls of the people here like bugs to a windshield. Only the rarest bit of graffiti may be spotted saying "All is not lost" and "you are weak" both of which have clear attempts to be scrubbed away.

The war continues, and in the back of everyone's mind is a familiar phrase; may the odds be ever in your favor.

Tributes are woken early to be taken onto the hovercrafts. Each Tribute and participating Mentor receives an injection. Resistance will not be tolerated. In short time, they will fall unconscious only to wake within a room of a boat.

25 - 24 - 23

Participants have all already been dressed in a District marked thermal suit, for water, heat, and cold, though not resistant to extreme temperatures.

20 - 19 - 18 - 17 - 16

The platforms await them, sure death to come to those who don't move along, only to find no Cornucopia in sight. Instead, they stand among only the Tributes from their District and a harsh winter just outside the windows of the boat. There are stairs leading down into the rooms that hold the Cornucopia items, and a door leading outside where a heavy lifeboat waits. The boat gives a terrible creak, familiar to those who saw or took part in the second mini arena.

11- 10 - 9 - 8

They've all been warned, don't step off your pedestal early. They have also been warned to put on a good show. That's all this is about, a good show. None of them have been told that there can be multiple winners this time around.

5 - 4

3

2

The sound of the gong plays crystal clear within the boat. The games have begun.

Who| Susannah, Steve, Harley, Tess, Roland, and OPEN
What| A catch-all for various threads over the course of Arena 11: meeting Steve again, giving Harley her mercy kill, sniping Tess, sharing the word of District Thirteen, and being with Roland when he dies.
Where| All over the arena
When| Weeks Two and Five
Warnings/Notes| Lots of dead people, high chance of gore in death threads. No main post, because everything will be going in the threads, which will be marked with the weeks they take place during.

Who| Charlie and OPEN!
What| Charlie faces up to a reminder of where she came from. She isn't taking it so well.
Where| The Don't Starve themed store.
When| Early Week 3
Warnings/Notes| Angst, possible mentions of death, entrapment, and starvation. Your characters are welcome to either assist or attack while she is vulnerable. IF ANYONE SITS IN THE THRONE, they will find that there is a mechanism that will 'trap' them there. It's a gimmick, and is easy to break out of given a few seconds, but may be put to use if a fight breaks out.

( Changeling angels in the new age now... )

Who: Harley Quinn, a fully gassed up car, some explosive plush toys and YOU! Open to all~
What: part1: Harley has booby trapped some plush toys to explode
          part2: This crazy bitch is driving a luxury SUV around the mall.
Where: All over the mall
When: All of Week 2
Warnings: People might get hurt

Part A

( If your nerves are raw And your brain is fried )

 

Part B

 

 

( Just grab a friend and take a ride Together upon the open road )

 

Who| Rosalind and YOU!
What| She found her themed shop. She isn't quite sure how she feels about it, but she's pretty sure she's not amused. At least she feels all right setting up a base here.
Where| The Bioshock Infinite theme store.
When| Anytime during Week 1!
Warnings/Notes| Rosalind has a potty mouth. Also if anyone talks to her about her bio, more warnings may happen in this space.

( The footsteps lead down to the note on the door.... )

Who| The Signless, Hubert, Harley, Kurloz and Dennet
What| General arena shenanigans, including horrible injury and attempted medical treatment. You know, the usual.
Where| Around the mall, the food court, and then finally A Touch Of Class
When| Throughout week one
WARNINGS| All threads except for the one with Hubert are likely to contain descriptions of third-degree burns and associated discomfort.

( For Hubert )

( For Harley and Kurloz )

( For Dennet )

Who| Aang and YOU
What| Aang found a lot of looseleaf paper in the bookstore from people destroying biographies. He's turning it all into paper airplanes and letting them fly.
Where| Throughout the arena
When| The first half of week one.
Warnings/Notes| Maybe violence? Will add if more come.

( are like shooting stars? )

Who: Harley Quinn, the build a buddies and you!
What: Harley has set up camp in the build-a-buddy store and is having a little me party.Tea party. Stop by and she'll help you make a dolly of your very own! Or she might stab you...this is Harley we're talking about.
Where: The Build-a-buddy workshop on the first floor across from the movie theater.
When: Week 1
Warnings: Well it's Harley Quinn...so let's start there and see what happens.

( A very merry unbirthday to you~ )