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Who| Dandy Mott & OPEN
What| Catch-all log for Dandy's arrival in the arena.
Where| All around the arena.
When| Week 1
Warnings/Notes| None yet. Will add if needed.

[1 - Spaceport Inside]

[Arriving in the Capitol was shocking enough for Dandy, but this arena was really something else. The technology was beyond everything he'd ever seen, and he really believed that he was somewhere in outer space. He knew that he ought to be more cautioned and frightened than he actually was, but he was just so amazed by it all that he walked around in a near daze like a kid at an amusement park, looking out all the windows with a big grin on his face.

He had nothing to speak of as far as weapons went. He saw the cornucopia, and he noticed signs of some sort of struggle having gone on there, but whatever it was about he was too late for it. Too late for a lot of things, really. How unfair. He hadn't run into anyone else yet; the starting areas seemed fairly deserted. He didn't think for a second that he was put here alone, but he was still calm about it. He was picturing his opponents as typical dainty horror movie victims and himself as the all-powerful killer; in his opinion he was still the hunter, not the hunted.

How long that would hold up once he actually met someone, he didn't know.]

[2 - Science Labs]

[The laser puzzle wasn't too difficult for him. Just a bunch of mirrors to bounce the lasers off of. But, even though he had solved the puzzle, he still wasn't leaving. Having tried (and failed) to wrench one of the laser guns off of its platform, he simply waved it around like he was in a war plane shooting imaginary targets. He'd have to buy himself a laser after this was all over.

In he other hand he was clutching the corpse of a little green man by the arm. He didn't have any blood on him, so it was most likely someone else's kill, but he dragged it around with him anyways.]

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"I'm not from Kansas, I'm from Florida," he says with a roll of his eyes, "And I have no idea what time we're in now. No one told me. All of this seems fairly impossible, honestly, but I'll go with it for the sake of my career."

"Oh, come on, I know The Wizard of Oz came out before the 1950's." She rolls her eyes right back, already finding herself grated by Dandy's attitude. Maybe he'll end up on that list of people she wouldn't mind holding back from the finish line. She's hamstringed nicer people.

"Your career?"

"Of course I've seen The Wizard of Oz, everyone has, it's just been a while," he says, "And my career as an actor."

"As an actor? You're a bit late to the punch, aren't you?" Venus' eyebrows raise, her face turning to an incredulous laugh. "I was booking auditions when I was sixteen. Better get on that, kiddo."

"I've wanted to be an actor since forever but mother wouldn't let me try. I have plenty of money, if I want auditions I'll get them," he says with a pause, "...Are you famous?"

"Very." Venus' voice even swaggers. She bursts into a deprecating grin. "Is that how you think it works, you just buy an audition? Because let me tell you, kid, no matter how much money you got there are people in Hollywood who got more. You trade on connections, there."

Not talent, either.

"I've got money, talent, and dashing good looks, I'm sure I can make some connections. I know how to talk to the elite," he says, remembering the countless socialite gatherings his mother forced him to be polite at.

"Yeah? Because you're talking to me like a little bitch." Venus raises an eyebrow and then, hand on her hip, outright laughs.

"You're not the elite, you're my opponent, and how dare you call me that! You've got no manners at all, a proper lady would never say such a thing," Dandy said, as if he had been a proper gentleman up to this point.

"Oh, wow, you really are from the fifties. Being a proper lady doesn't have shit to do with it anymore." She grins wider, so tired, so frustrated with the constant criticism, with not even having the 'Venus' persona of a callous murderess to fall back on lately. Now she slips back into it like a glove and finds it feels good, that her amorality has been like a shell protecting her precious insides.

"I am elite. I get millions to kill people on TV. Just ask anyone."

"And someday I'll get billions. It is my destiny, just you wait," Dandy says, fists clenched, grinding his teeth together.

Venus actually laughs there, long and loud and mocking to the core of her bones. "Alright. You have fun with that, kid."

Let him find out about fame the hard way. It's not her problem. He's not worth her time, not worth his blood on her hands, and she vanishes back into the air in the same whorl of superpowered energy that she appeared in.