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Jun. 8th, 2012
Welcome to the 11th Annual Hunger Games
Jun. 8th, 2012 03:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
peeta_bread( Filtered to Cair Paradisa )
[Peeta is well aware that people have tried to escape before. But he hasn't. And he's ashamed by that. And he figures a group solely dedicated to escape might be a good idea.]
Okay, this is it. No more pretending like this is a home, this is a prison, a slow death sentence. I am not playing by the rules anymore. I want to start a group, whose main objective is to escape this place.
I need any and all information on the Dead Zone and past expeditions. Also, any time you’ve felt the castle communicate with you. I want a list of any important items found that have to do with the castle. I want to know everything about the first gens. I want to know everything about dying, who has died, when, what happened, your experiences with it, and any strange occurrences with that.
Let me know if you want a part in this group. If people are interested, I’ll set up meeting times.
Back home, the people that run the Hunger Games, pull the strings, are called Gamemakers. I propose we call ourselves the Gamebreakers.
Do not give up. We will break its game.
[ooc: Open over the journals. You have not met serious!Peeta. This is serious shit.]
[Peeta is well aware that people have tried to escape before. But he hasn't. And he's ashamed by that. And he figures a group solely dedicated to escape might be a good idea.]
Okay, this is it. No more pretending like this is a home, this is a prison, a slow death sentence. I am not playing by the rules anymore. I want to start a group, whose main objective is to escape this place.
I need any and all information on the Dead Zone and past expeditions. Also, any time you’ve felt the castle communicate with you. I want a list of any important items found that have to do with the castle. I want to know everything about the first gens. I want to know everything about dying, who has died, when, what happened, your experiences with it, and any strange occurrences with that.
Let me know if you want a part in this group. If people are interested, I’ll set up meeting times.
Back home, the people that run the Hunger Games, pull the strings, are called Gamemakers. I propose we call ourselves the Gamebreakers.
Do not give up. We will break its game.
[ooc: Open over the journals. You have not met serious!Peeta. This is serious shit.]
1st Problem; Dictated
Jun. 8th, 2012 10:26 amknock_knock[Walking around a corner and finding themselves in a rather posh-looking bedroom in the middle of what looks to be a castle, Wyoming smells a trap- and probably someone using a teleporter as well as far as he's aware. Neither he nor his onboard passenger have noticed the open journal yet.
If it's a trap, maybe he can get whoever set it up to talk. ]
Well this is certainly new. I can't say I remember anything like this near the area I'd been residing in, but lets cut to the chase.
We have important business to attend to, and I would appreciate if someone would tell me where I am. It's quite urgent, you see. Not something I can just walk away from right now.
WE CAN COME BACK LATER IF WE NEED TO.
[A much more robotic voice adds the last bit. For some, it might even sound similar to a voice they've heard before.
He doesn't mean it, as should be slightly obvious. Neither Gary nor Wyoming trust whoever it is that brought them here, and the AI wouldn't tell the truth even if he did. Deceit is more fun anyways.]
[OOC:Open as you want it. Also I have a permissions post for Gary's text up here. Tell me what you prefer. ]
If it's a trap, maybe he can get whoever set it up to talk. ]
Well this is certainly new. I can't say I remember anything like this near the area I'd been residing in, but lets cut to the chase.
We have important business to attend to, and I would appreciate if someone would tell me where I am. It's quite urgent, you see. Not something I can just walk away from right now.
WE CAN COME BACK LATER IF WE NEED TO.
[A much more robotic voice adds the last bit. For some, it might even sound similar to a voice they've heard before.
He doesn't mean it, as should be slightly obvious. Neither Gary nor Wyoming trust whoever it is that brought them here, and the AI wouldn't tell the truth even if he did. Deceit is more fun anyways.]
[OOC:Open as you want it. Also I have a permissions post for Gary's text up here. Tell me what you prefer. ]
(no subject)
Jun. 8th, 2012 12:14 pmmirror_modYesterday communication from the missing residents cut off abruptly.
Today the sign in the journal is far darker. Literally.
A dark stain appears in the upper corner of one of the pages and it’s ever so slowly spreading in a very unnatural fashion. Then tendrils of ink to move and twist across the page before your eyes as if it were actually a part of the page itself rather than a mar on its surface.
It’s not long before a message appears nearby:
Time is running out
Today the sign in the journal is far darker. Literally.
A dark stain appears in the upper corner of one of the pages and it’s ever so slowly spreading in a very unnatural fashion. Then tendrils of ink to move and twist across the page before your eyes as if it were actually a part of the page itself rather than a mar on its surface.
It’s not long before a message appears nearby:
Time is running out
songsandstories[Alayne is still learning about this place, and with the journals bursting with information about the mirrored place, she does what she knows and tries to figure this out. Talking to people can only do so much. Perhaps there's a history of this.]
[Lady Stark, King Robb of the North, Jon Snow of the Night's Watch, and Arya, may she read this.]
I know Arya is trapped in the land beyond. Are the rest of you safe or on this side, the side of the castle?
Has there been any clues to the return of them?
[Jon Snow of the Night's Watch]
[There aren't any words. Surely he's been made aware of her presence by now, either by Cat or Robb himself. She tries to pen something, but the pages just absorb ink.]
Hello. [It was seen briefly, but eventually scratched out. And she gives up.]
[Lady Stark, King Robb of the North, Jon Snow of the Night's Watch, and Arya, may she read this.]
I know Arya is trapped in the land beyond. Are the rest of you safe or on this side, the side of the castle?
Has there been any clues to the return of them?
[Jon Snow of the Night's Watch]
[There aren't any words. Surely he's been made aware of her presence by now, either by Cat or Robb himself. She tries to pen something, but the pages just absorb ink.]
First Crazy Thought [Audio]
Jun. 8th, 2012 07:17 pmnot_like_the_restSo, this isn't the Arena and I'm sure I didn't get hit hard enough to make something like this up. Though it could be morphling...
[There is a pause while Johanna does a few tests.]
NOPE! Don't think it's that. So, who on here wants to tell me what’s happening? I get that I’m in a castle thing for some odd reason, and someone dropped this device on me, but that’s it.
Oh, and there are some strange things walking around here too. [Laughs.] Not like I’m normal, but a talking horse? That's not even something I'd make up on drugs.
But hey, if any of you things want to talk to me, I’m all ears. Just don’t be annoying. I don’t need to hear your life story to get the idea of what’s going on here.
Oh, and I’m Johanna Mason. Anyone out there familiar?
[There is a pause while Johanna does a few tests.]
NOPE! Don't think it's that. So, who on here wants to tell me what’s happening? I get that I’m in a castle thing for some odd reason, and someone dropped this device on me, but that’s it.
Oh, and there are some strange things walking around here too. [Laughs.] Not like I’m normal, but a talking horse? That's not even something I'd make up on drugs.
But hey, if any of you things want to talk to me, I’m all ears. Just don’t be annoying. I don’t need to hear your life story to get the idea of what’s going on here.
Oh, and I’m Johanna Mason. Anyone out there familiar?
ofhope( Goku )
( Pharos )
( Sakura )
( Lucrezia )
First your children, then your friends... Are any of you going to do anything about it? Here I thought Paradisa was supposed to house some powerful sorts.
( Pharos )
( Sakura )
( Lucrezia )
First your children, then your friends... Are any of you going to do anything about it? Here I thought Paradisa was supposed to house some powerful sorts.
[ ooc; I didn't get the chance to post it back when like I wanted, but Joshua's been in a sort of daze since the babies left up until now, and in his attempt to find his kid again, he's been randomly opening doors in the hopes of finding him again. This includes different types of doors; closets, even castle bedroom doors. So feel free to assume Joshua may have done that to your character and then left without a word, or totally ignore it. It's a small scale, and the doors he picked were completely random. ]
(no subject)
Jun. 8th, 2012 07:44 pmmirror_mod[The ink stain on the last page has stopped but just a tiny space of blank page remaining on the lower right corner. A final message appears on the next blank page, in that same mysterious font]
Write Them HoMe
((OOC:One last task for you residents. It's time to get them home. How you do it is up to you))
((OOC:One last task for you residents. It's time to get them home. How you do it is up to you))
workaphilic( [ Private ] )
( [ Jim Moriarty ] )
[When he speaks to the castle at large, it's with all of the frustration pressed out of his tone. He's calm, musing -- and almost pleasant. He doesn't even really care if anyone's paying attention to this page of the journal.]
Stirring, isn't it, the camaraderie in this place. Some of these people you know, most of them you don't, and here you are, furiously scribbling away to pull them out from under the castle's thumb. Unified force against a common enemy.
[There's a small pause. If he's being sarcastic or derisive he doesn't really sound like it.]
Makes one wonder.
( [ Jim Moriarty ] )
[When he speaks to the castle at large, it's with all of the frustration pressed out of his tone. He's calm, musing -- and almost pleasant. He doesn't even really care if anyone's paying attention to this page of the journal.]
Stirring, isn't it, the camaraderie in this place. Some of these people you know, most of them you don't, and here you are, furiously scribbling away to pull them out from under the castle's thumb. Unified force against a common enemy.
[There's a small pause. If he's being sarcastic or derisive he doesn't really sound like it.]
Makes one wonder.