Who| All those on the liberation mission and all those being made to fight against them.
What| The Liberation of District 5.
Where| District 5.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.

Coming in from the hovercraft, soldiers will see a vast stretch of desert going on for miles and miles. Flying in during the day is ill-advised to impossible. The sunlight reflecting off the many mirrors of the solar panels makes it difficult for pilots to navigate, and even more difficult to not be seen from below. During the night, the sky is lit not only by stars, bur a massive electric plant. Peacekeepers patrol all edges and levels, inside and out. But that's not all.

A large dam pushes waterfalls through its barriers in a booming cacophony from the massive lake it all sits at the base of. Peacekeepers are patrolling here too, perhaps more thoroughly than even the electric plant. Only though the surrounding houses (all small things made of stone, tucked into the rock wall or dug into the ground, panels on the top of them all) seem to have sparse patrol. This allows some graffiti saying Make a difference NOW and Trust In a New Panem! but there's not much.

The people of this District are divided. Some dive into their houses at the sight of anyone at all. Others are already going into the fray, either to sabotage the rebels, or assist them. It can impossible to tell which is which until it's too late. Even families are divided down the middle as fathers chose one side and sons chose the other. No one from the District wants to hurt their own, but the chance is their all the same. A hint may be the humming of a tune recently played in the rebel's propaganda.

The cold of the desert can be biting for those ill-prepared. Especially by the dam, where the air is heavy with the spray of the waterfall. Everyone is wide-eyed with either fear or desperation and resignation. Everyone knows what they have to do. The question is, when it comes down to it, will any of it be worth it in the end?

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 11.
Where| District 11.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.

If you were sick of the wet and cold weather, you're in luck. As you arrive to District 11, the weather warms up considerably, but becomes muggy and humid. District 11 is a massive district, both beautiful and hopelessly poor. The contrast within this district is easy to see as you move through the land. Sometimes, the landscape is lush, rolling farms, with fields of wheat swaying in the breeze, or a picturesque orchard with ripe fruit just waiting to be picked. But then you get to the areas where the workers actually live--little wooden cabins, many barely better than huts. The lands here may be rich, but the workers are anything but.

Because of the importance of securing food for the Capitol, District 11 is one of the most tightly controlled districts in Panem. The laws here are strict, and the authorities don't mess around when it comes to punishing anyone who breaks those laws. Public whippings had been common before the rebellion and now it's a daily occurrence, on top of the executions of those who have been found to be rebels.

Despite this, the workers are far from disheartened, and the treatment from the Capitol has only made them all the more eager to aid in the rebellion. The dust lies heavy in the air, and the people are grim, knowing it will be a long and bloody battle. But despite that, they are optimistic, encouraging each other and the rebels they meet. A lot of graffiti can be found here, often spread over the posters of Sigma, Luna, and Wesker asking compliance, all of them marked out with the the words DEFIANCE, THIS IS NOT WHAT'S RIGHT, JUSTICE, and THIS WAR IS OURS. They've been waiting for the opportunity for this for a long time. They just needed the chance.

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 8.
Where| District 8.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.

District 8 is a dirty district. That's one of the first things you notice as you step out. District 13 was underground, but the filtered air was clean, at least. And the air outside of it was crisp and clear. But here? The air is weighed down with pollution and smog. For those perceptive individuals, there's a tension in the air, as well. A feeling that something soon was going to snap.

The woman in charge is wrapped up in various bits of garments that had probably been colorful at one time. But she carries herself with an absolute air of authority, and the way she speaks is crisp, knowledgeable. This is Commander Paylor, and she's quick to order around the new people, let them know what the situation is as she takes them to their current hideout.

Paylor tells them that District 8 had been one of the first districts to openly rebel against the Capitol, but District 13 hadn't been able to send aid until now (and she doesn't sound particularly impressed by this). As they walk, there's graffiti over the walls--the phrase 'Mere'lin' is repeated in multiple places not to mention such phrases as From ev'ry mountainside Let freedom ring, so we can go home, for peace, and we are already free.

This District will be one of the most enthusiastic to see the rebels. The people of District 8 are ready and willing to get started, almost bloodthirsty in some regards when it comes to taking out the Capitol. They were among the first to rebel, and they're eager to see their efforts finally be rewarded.

The majority of the pro-Capitol forces there are either peacekeepers, or the wealthy, some even Capitolites who had moved to District 8 to own factors and take advantage of the loopholes extended to Capitolites. They hold the wealth and power of the district, and they're frustrated and angry that their workers have decided to try to rebel against them--and that the Capitol isn't helping to what they feel is its peak capacity.

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

Who| Joan Watson and Tom Cassidy
What| Joan is tricked and murdered
Where| On the way to the food court
When| Week 3
Warnings/Notes| Death

( Too trusting. )

WHO| Punchy, Joan and Garak
WHAT| Death by shovel.
WHEN| Week four.
WHERE| Theme park.
WARNINGS| Death, lizard people and Punchyspeak.

( And I mean to cause you harm. )

WHO| Punchy and open.
WHAT| Punchy wanders around and finds a pharmacy, dissects a walker.
WHEN| Before Hellrena, week one.
WHERE| Near the town green.
WARNINGS| None.

( You and your homies might be lined in chalk. )

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| Joan and OPEN
What| Stairs are slow going for Joan. Perfect time for an encounter.
Where| Stairwell
When| Any time during week three!
Warnings/Notes| Nothing yet.

Joan had been out of commission for the whole first week, crammed behind a counter, and the second week was spent getting used to limping around with the brace. She was fairly mobile now, able to limp at a passable clip, and she was restless, wanting to explore, as carefully as possible. In the museum floors themselves she was careful to move from cover to cover, to stay away from people. It was between floors that she was the most vulnerable. She couldn't move quickly on the stairs at all, particularly when going up, and there was nowhere to hide.

She tried minimizing her time between floors, but encountering other Tributes was inevitable.

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| Gabe and YOU
What| He finds a mask. All bow to him and despair. (Plus the before and after bits.)
Where| Anywhere. Yes, that includes Angel!Gabe. Teleporting, hello.
When| Angel thing is happening 1/24.
Warnings/Notes| N/A for now.

[There's starters, but go and tag wherever.]