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The Signless ([personal profile] 69problems) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-12-13 08:10 pm

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Who| Signless and Psii, Signless and Davesprite, Signless and OPEN!
What| A catchall for the first two weeks of the arena, including but not limited to: fighting xenomutts, CBOT-12 shenanigans, Signless having inopportune trances, puzzle rooms, and gravity throwing a fit.
Where| All over the station.
When| Week 0 and Week 1
Warnings/Notes| Injuries, most likely.

A | Week 0 | Closed to Davesprite

This is not the first pack of the smaller, quadrupedal xenomorphs the Signless has fought, but it's the first he's fought on his own and all he has is a pocket knife (and a taser, but he isn't entirely sure how to use it and so doesn't feel like giving up the knife to experiment). It doesn't help that his usual method for dispatching small game -- stabbing through the eye and up -- doesn't work on creatures with no actual discernible eyes.

They've backed him into a corner where two hallways cross and while thus-far he's managed to ward them off, he is probably not going to be able to do so much longer. His first instinct when he catches movement out of the corner of one eye is to think oh, no, not more of them.

B | Week 0 | Closed to the Psiioniic

The Signless is exploring the hallways of the upper levels when he first hears the voice, distant and yet unmistakable.

"Help! Please--"

His Disciple is somewhere nearby. His Disciple is in danger, and if she's screaming for help then it must truly be dire. Did they bring her back? He knows that sometimes a tribute will show up in an arena already in progress: it's how he arrived all the way back in arena six. His bloodpusher skips several beats and he holds very, very still until she cries out again and he finds his feet carrying him toward her voice without input from his brain. For the first time he gives no thought to the noise his boots make against the floor or to checking around corners before turning them; all he thinks about is getting to her.

He should know that it's a trap, but part of him wants so desperately to believe he hasn't permanently lost her.

C | Week 1 | OPEN

The one downside to Signless's strategy is that, while wandering in order to have as clear a picture of the arena he's dealing with as possible is a good idea in theory, he often finds himself stumbling into places he probably could have gone without exploring. The first few puzzle rooms took him a good while to work his way through (they would have gone faster if gravity hadn't switched on him halfway through the first one, leaving him floating awkwardly near the ceiling). Now that he has the hang of them (and gravity is back to normal for the moment) they're not quite so bad -- in fact, he's starting to get good at working out the solutions.

That's why this room worries him. It's clearly built to require two people to solve, he can tell that much by the configuration of platforms and buttons. This poses a problem, as he is only one person. With no other option, he's forced to wait for another person to accidentally stumble in and hope that they'll be the sort to be more interested in solving logic puzzles than killing other tributes.

[Signless in his wanderings will probably get stuck in many impassable two-person rooms. Feel free to state in your tag the current state of gravity at the start of your thread; we can also always switch midway through, since it changes every half hour!]
ka_sera_sera: (old general vest shadowed)

[personal profile] ka_sera_sera 2015-03-03 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
Roland does indeed lower him down a ways. Not, though, before taking a firm, careful grip - the free end of the jacket is tied to his right forearm, that hand's remaining fingers wrapped around the muscle of Signless' leg, and his other hand taking a similar firm grip. For all his casual announcement that they were going to do this, Roland is taking it seriously.

"Tell me when it's in reach," he says, balancing his own weight carefully and slowly, gradually letting Signless slide down. "It'll be possible to get somehow, or they wouldn't have put it there."
ka_sera_sera: (old action watchful lean)

[personal profile] ka_sera_sera 2015-03-03 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
He leans forward a little bit more and then stops, flexing his right hand's fingers. "Try swinging for it. Not about to lose my grip, but I don't want to risk more unless we have to."
ka_sera_sera: (old general headtilt speaking)

[personal profile] ka_sera_sera 2015-03-03 10:06 am (UTC)(link)
Signless may hear a satisfied grunt from the vicinity of his ankles, Roland's answer to that triumphant noise. Then he starts leaning back, drawing Signless up slow and steady as he'd lowered him. Once Roland's satisfied that his favorite bag-of-wet-concrete troll - because he shares the color, the general shape and, Roland has confirmation now, the weight - is settled to his satisfaction, he moves to untie his wrist from Signless' ankle.

"Take a second. Do you no good to stand too quick and fall right off again." Because Signless, of course, could not have thought of that on his own. Surely not.
ka_sera_sera: (old general profile with hat)

[personal profile] ka_sera_sera 2015-03-07 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Mhm." He watches Signless as he finishes untying the jacket, then decides all is well there and stands to inspect the door. "I heard something move in the machinery when you hit it. And there's just enough room..."

He slips his fingers into the gap in the door and pulls, feels it give a little. Then his right hand, of course, slips. "Come get this side," he says with just the hint at a grimace, moving to give Signless room. "Should get it if we work at it a little."
ka_sera_sera: (old general hand on hip)

and nearly done?

[personal profile] ka_sera_sera 2015-03-07 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
In fits and starts the door jerks its way open. Roland stands back once it's just wide enough to slip through sideways, standing back and eying Signless' chest. Should fit. "Now if we can make it out the other way a little smoother-" He raises his eyebrows, dry and teasing, then nods toward the opening. After you, concrete boyfriend.