Who: Dorian Pavus and OPEN
What: Dorian enters the arena
When: Current? So Mid Week 2?
Where: Outside then Inside.
Warnings: None as of yet, will update, but probably violence and perhaps death.

He didn't think it was a dream. Dorian knew dreams, knew the Fade, and wherever he had ended up now certainly wasn't that. He'd fought - or tried to - as soon as he woke up on that stark metal cot - had tried to summon lightning, fire, anything as the first guard came through. But he couldn't. Where he reached out to the Fade, nothing was there, and the realisation of this was enough to keep him passive for a few moments.

Well. Passive in body, at least. His mind was racing.
He half listened to the explanation as they told it to him. Blah blah the arena, blah blah fight to the death - it was all a ridiculous joke surely. It became somewhat less of a joke when they grabbed his arm and inserted something cold and hard into it. He would have set the whole room on fire, if he had any access to what was rightfully his. Instead he just glowered, fuming, as he was forced to dress and led to the tube.

The clothes made absolutely no sense - the under-suit at least looked somewhat like clothes, but when they put on the outer shell...

When he'd immediately gone to take the ridiculous glass helmet off, the assistant had laughed at him. "Well if you want to asphyxiate," he'd said and Dorian had glared at him and left it on. He could hear the air rushing into it, though he couldn't tell from where.

None of this made the least bit of sense, but he knew one thing:

He was not going to die before he figured out what was happening.

As he raised up to the arena, he couldn't help but look up - the huge bank of stars slowly growing to shimmer all around him. It took his breath away, for a long moment - standing there, dumbly, as he stared at the sky. He'd never seen anything like it. Even in the Fade, the sky didn't look like this.

He was so caught up in the vision that for a moment he didn't even realize he was floating - tethered, sure, but the weightlessness, when he noticed it, was completely disturbing. He cursed under his breath and began to struggle, grasping the tether to pull him back.

He was surrounded by buildings, and that looked the safest - would keep him from floating up into the endless sky, at least. It took him a good few minutes to learn how to propel himself, but finally he managed to make it to an airlock, the door opening as he approached. He scrambled inside, and as the door behind him shut, the room began to pressurize, and suddenly he was heavy again, falling hard into the floor. With a grunt, he got himself up, and stepped into the open door before him. Unconsciously, he murmured and tried to summon veil-fire to see where he was going, and-- it worked. The relief hit him hard, rushing through him.

"Well finally something goes right!" Dorian declared to himself as the flames went out. He had no staff, here, so the magic was harder to control, less predictable. He didn't want to set himself on fire. Not yet, anyway."

Still clad in the spacesuit, Dorian began to walk through the long, dimly lit hall. So. A fight to the death, was it? He absolutely hated being told what to do, but in this case he needed to stay alive long enough to find whoever was behind them.

And to figure out what they had done with the Inquisitor.

[ooc: His first encounter is reserved for Karkat and Shepard, so everyone else with meet him much more beat up, and his helmet smashed. He'll just be wandering around, but let me know if you need a special prompt! Dorian can be reasoned with, but he is a fully powered Mage, and will defend himself. 8D]]

Who| Cullen and YOU???
What| Cullen arrives, disoriented and completely out of his element, in the arena. No doubt, he'll find trouble quickly.
Where| Anywhere around the spaceport, probably. We can make it work.
When| Week 2?
Warnings/Notes| Uhhh nothing yet, probably violence?

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Who: Apollo & Open!
What: He thought arenas were a Roman thing.
When: Current - which means mid week two?
Where: Preparing to enter and then it's onarena time.
Warnings: A bratty god who is used to being immortal (i.e. untouchable)?

( The bothersome life of a mortal begins. )