Who| Tim Drake and OPEN
What| Tim is making like Moses, only he’s lost his tribe.
Where| Anywhere in the desert arena! Dessert Arena Tributes are free to bump into him in the tunnels.
When| Week 5 (from the day after the start of the sandworms) through Week 6
Warnings/Notes| No warnings thus far. Big note: I’m not looking for death here, as Tim’s been bought out.

( Your prison is walking through this world all alone )

Who| Tim Drake, Tim Drake-Wayne, Punchy, AndrAIa and the Initiate
What| AndrAIa dies and the boys tussle.
Where| Desert Arena
When| Week 3
Warnings| Death of a pre-teen girl, violence, blood.

( And more than I've been alive. )

Who| Punchy, Tim, and Tim!
What| A sort of rescue, then a group encounter with a chupacabra reptiroo.
Where| Desert arena.
When| Right after nightfall!
Warnings/Notes| I'll update as they come up- none yet!

( In hindsight, this was a bad idea. )

Who| Ian Chesterton and Tim Drake
What| A sword fight to the death
Where| Frontierland
When| Week 7
Warnings/Notes| Death

Ian was not going to give up easily. It didn't matter that he ached, he was hot, he was thirsty and he was bleeding from the wounds he'd got when he hadn't parried or got out of the way fast enough. If he stopped he was dead, so he wasn't going to stop.

He stepped back for long enough to wipe his face with his sleeve, leaving more dirt on his face than he'd started with. But he kept his cutlass held up, protecting his body.

"I've killed greater men than you," he taunted, willing the other man to rush in and leave an opening Ian could exploit.

Who| Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Rapunzel, and Some
What| Tim's wounded, and he knows there's a healer in the arena. Two of the Batkids go looking for her.
Where| Fantasyland.
When| Week 5, before this post.
Warnings/Notes| Mild description of injuries.

( They stack the odds til we take to the street )

Who| Anyone who replied hereThe house hasn't stood the test of time well.

All the rope bridges are gone, and the stairs aren't doing well either, sagging and rotted wood. The platforms are in a bit better shape, though some stagger under the weight of their fake props and the remains of figures that once decorated the attraction.

Although anything truly useful had been taken sometime before this arena by other hands looking to survive, enough useless props still clung to make the nature of the location obvious. And even without the bridges and stairs, the solid tree had plenty of grips to scramble up.

The 6 bags were spread throughout the platform, made of aged looking net and rope. Within could be found a butterfly knife, a flint to make fire, a length of rope, two cans of food, and drops to purify water. A valuable bag to grab.

( The winners and losers. )

Who| Everyone in the arena
What| Even more reasons to hate the Capitol.
Where| Everywhere.
When| 4 am.
Warnings/Notes| Any group is being targeted to be separated. Everyone should be tagging someone they are not with, as well as those they are, as the Gamemakers are driving them apart. (You can feel free to search for, and possibly find your buddies later)


Once upon a time, when this place was a much happier place, fireworks would light up the sky, delighting children and leaving everyone with a magical feeling in their hearts.

This will not leave anyone with a magical feeling.

It was much later than a fireworks show would have ever gone. Closer to dawn then not, when anyone who could rest, even those far from it, would have finally managed to drift off.

It started with a strange, warbling music. For those familiar with this place it feels wrong, close to something they would connect with this show, but wrong. Distorted. Stumbling through a few bars, it starts to peter out just in time for a high pitches whistling.

And then the first firework explodes into the ground in a shower of bright colors, lighting up the castle. There is a moment of silence as the sparks fade.

And then all hell breaks loose.

Whoever is controlling the fireworks obviously have goals in mind. The strikes are tight, controlled. They are herding. Targeting the groups, the pairs, driving them apart.

The fireworks aren't made to kill (although a direct hit may), but they burn flesh, and leave anyone who looks at them too close momentarily blinded. Ever one is a shrieker, loud, louder then the shrillest fourth of July fireworks, screaming toward their targets. The arena is suddenly a shrill battleground, full of blindingly bright colors.

Th whole attack doesn't last longer than 20 minutes, petering off as the divisions have been deemed enough. A few squeal through the night here and there and then finally, blissfully silent.

WHO| Stephanie and you
WHAT| Arriving in the Arena
WHERE| Heading toward Frontierland
WHEN| Start of Week Four
WARNINGS/NOTES| none

( I am a rope over the abyss )

Who| Tim Drake and OPEN
What| Tim derps about, until someone finds him?
Where| The outskirts of Frontierland, where it meets the river
When| Week 3
Warnings/Notes| Previously existing wounds, zombie.

( So I can be for you what you want to see )

Who Tim Drake and OPEN
What Tim arrives in the arena.
Where Main Street towards Tomorrowland
When Week 2
Warnings/Notes None so terrible. Punchy has grievous head wounds.

( Here's the day you hoped would never come )