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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.]

Threaded | Flat

[Felicity had been trying to avoid people she didn't know, sticking mostly toward the areas where Albert and Jet were hiding, only leaving them to dash off on quick supply runs. She had a small knife with her, for protection and she was more sure with it than ever before, so she was unafraid. Still, she had to be cautious and mindful that she didn't get lost in the maze of corridors and hallways which all looked the same.

She'd done a decent enough job of going undetected, or so she thought, when she happened upon a small cache of dehydrated meats. Peeking up to check that the coast was clear, she took a moment to pick through the offerings to find something semi-palatable.]

Venus crawls out of the pocket dimension she travels through and nearly right in front of Dandy in an abandoned hallway. Reality bending around her to allow her to wriggle between space is never pleasant to look at, and when she looks around her for anyone who might have caught sight of it, it's partially to apologize for the potential migraine.

It's also to check and see if they're on the list of people she might just go ahead and kill.

She's in a skintight purple suit, with her helmet hanging around her waist like a bobbly fannypack. She meets Dandy's eyes and her brow quirks up in the middle at the smile.

"Oh. Hi."

[The amount of time in which Dandy can blissfully belief his opponents are waif-like women has come to an end as Thor rounds a corner. He isn't particularly on guard, both because he has his powers and because he's never been very observant. People watch his back, he leads the offense. Sneaking is for people who can't lift their enemies over their heads and throw them like javelins.

As such, he isn't particularly hostile when faced with an unarmed stranger. He's almost too pleasant for someone in a murder match, because he greets Dandy with a nod and a very faint smile. To be fair, it's hard not to smile at someone grinning so sincerely.]

You look to be enjoying yourself. [He observes with a slight incline of his head.] You must be brave, then.

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Hope prose is okay!

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