Random Events: Audience Reactions

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The longer the tributes avoid engaging each other in combat, the more restless the audience grows. With each tribute that walks away from their sword without ever touching it the murmuring of the crowd rises and soon peacekeepers and Capitol citizens begin rising to their feet in disbelief. A shout of indignation can be heard. Then another. By the time the tributes begin making it clear that they are willfully refusing to fight, booing and jeering has spread through the audience and they begin to act out, since the tributes will not. Food and drink are hurled at the arena floor, scattered chants rise up, and the unrest causes fights to break out on the wrong side of the wall closing the tributes in.

Please note:

Anyone not writing a tribute may submit an audience reaction. Please DM Lalia on slack if you're interested! Submissions may range from just a few sentences to full length posts. Dice rolls for thrown items will range from 0-2 damage and will have random targets; all dice will be rolled by the GM. Please do not post in this official RE thread unless you are the GM.

If you would like to continue RPing audience members outside of the blurbs/posts submitted as REs, you may continue to do so in a separate thread (such posts may not contain dice).

Audience reaction RE submissions will be accepted until Tuesday, September 15th at 12PM EDT.

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DICE TABLES

Tributes

Dice: 1-24

1: 1f - Cypria Soranus [ Kay ]
2: 1m - Knox De Sol [ pogue ]
3: 2f - Andromache Audacia [ Cato ]
4: 2m - Finn Olsen [ Cass ]
5: 3f - Lumi Cartwright [ nyte ]
6: 3m - Auden Wren [ ghosty ]
7: 4f - Catamaran 'Cat' Stowe [ Aya ]
8: 4m - Calder Rusolki [ griffin ]
9: 5f - Josephine 'Joey' Bartlett [ Kire ]
10: 5m - Mohamed Al-Amin [ Lance ]
11: 6x - Sage Sun [ Python ]
12: 6m - Mario Mario [ Zori ]
13: 7f - Nieve Villanova De Angelis [ Briar ]
14: 7m - Izaiah 'Izzy' Zafiris [ Rook ]
15: 8f - Luella Duval [ Tom ]
16: 8m - Ander De La Cruz [ Mattio ]
17: 9f - Vanya McAlister [ Kaplan ]
18: 9m - Nocte Jay [ emsrocks ]
19: 10f - Paloma Jiménez [ mahouho ]
20: 10m - Séuingàhn Cheung [ Shrimp ]
21: 11f - Nannete Emsworth [ Charade ]
22: 11m - Dustin Carter [ Kiah ]
23: 12f - Piper Lacour [ Zoe ]
24: 12m - Coal Stone [ Ryan ]



Victors

Dice: 1-3

1: Adder Ames, D2 [ Aya ]
2: Samiyuq Hernández Huapaya, D5 [ WT ]
3: Babe Adroxis, D9 [ Ele ]



Thrown Food/Drinks

Dice: 1-5

1: 0 damage
2: 0.5 damage
3: 1 damage
4: 1.5 damage
5: 2 damage

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A man with an angry-looking fake tan turns to the not-so-gentlewoman wearing a plum colored suit sitting beside him. "I want my money back," he snarls, grabbing a fistful of purple sleeve. His knuckles match his perfectly bleached teeth.

The bookie turns to him, unbothered as she straightens her tie and shrugs off the man's aggression. "The Games have begun. Betting has closed. It's not my fault you went all in on a scrappy looking kid who won't pick up their sword. Better luck next time."

"Give me my mo—" Grabbing the hotdog off the marble bench beside him, he chucks it at the useless kids who won't fricking fight each other as he bursts into a bellow. "—NEY BACK, YOU STUPID C—" The rest of his tirade is muddled by the exclamations of the person sitting in front of them, nonplussed at the mustard and grilled onions splattering their hair.

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[ Izzy Zafiris is hit by a hot dog for 0 damage ]

submitted by Lalia.

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"BOOOOOOOOOO!" A skinny woman with a severe haircut trumpets into the crowd, her voice twice as large as the rest of her. With a huff she turns to her friend Karen — the one who bought the tickets, the one who swore this would be an entertaining time, the one who demanded they do this as a girl's day out on the town instead of going to the spa like they were supposed to. "This is so boring. You have the worst ideas. I shouldn't have believed you when you said you had such a fun time last year. You owe me a pedicure. You owe me ten pedicures!" Switching her attention back to the tributes below, one sword being lowered after another, she rolls her eyes in exasperation. "BOOOOOOOOOO! Yeah! You!" Locking eyes with one of the kids as they look up into the audience, she sneers and points a finger directly at them. "Yes, you! I am booing you specifically! BOOOOOOOOOO!"

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[ Cat Stowe gets aggressively booed by Karens ]

submitted by Lalia.

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She had won that first time when she made that bet on Sammy or whatever hir name is. The amount of money that had been made from randomly guessing on a victor to that sketchy bookie had been insane.

That’s when she had went all in.

Last games, she had analyzed each tribute, spending hours the day before the games pouring over pictures of them, guessing who will be the strongest. At first she thought it might be Arcturus Dorado, the hulking tribute from two, but then she decided on a whim to go with Babe Adroxis. Clearly she has the intellectual skill as one of the top scientists in the Capitol to be able to always guess right.

And she would definitely be able to guess this one too.

With her newfound wealth, she managed to secure some of the best seats in the house. She was next to Adder Ames, of course, instead of one of the victors who had helped her gain her wealth, but she was next to a victor nonetheless.

Her hair in a pink beehive, her eyes covered by a pair of bright red sunglasses, she cheers as the tributes entered the arena, taking a noisy sip from her bright green frozen drink. Throwing her hands up, some drops splash over the edge of the cup as she screams, uncaring if any of her drink lands on the victor besides her: her tribute had just entered the arena.

A wide smile on her face, she turns to Adder and drawls in a voice that drips with the confidence that accompanies newfound money, “Oh hunnnyy, isn’t this just so exciting?! Isn’t it just so thrilling”

But as she looks back, her smile drops. She’s confused for a second, but quickly her features turn into that of annoyance.

“No! Don’t put the sword down! Pick it back up! Pick it back up!”

Quickly pulling her hands up over her mouth, some more of her green drink spilling next to her, she begins to yell.

“BOOOOOOOO! PICK YOUR SWORD BACK UP WIMP!”

Then she tosses her iced drink at her tribute. The green liquid forming a perfect, spiral arc as it flies through the air. If they make her lose all of her money she’s going to be pissed.

That’s when she’s knocked backwards by the punch to her face.

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1-5

[ Sage Sun is hit by a flying sour green apple bonanza flavored icee for 1 damage ]

submitted by Puppy.

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A young boy sits next to his bristling peacekeeper father. They have front row seats right up at the edge of the arena floor’s wall, but the boy has almost entirely forgotten about the tributes below. Wide-eyed and giggling he cranes his neck back and forth to watch the audience. To his right a man chucks a hotdog into the arena. The boy's jaw drops as grilled onions somersault through the air and mustard splatters into the breeze like a slow-motion scene in one of his favorite action movies. Above that, women are wrestling with each other. He can't tell why they're fighting, but they look cool so he claps for them. Turning to his left someone lobs a slushy through the air and he screams with delight as colored ice slurry paints a brightly colored arc above. Following its descent toward the arena floor he catches the eye of one of the tributes and waves brightly before picking up his bag of popcorn and stuffing his mouth. Doing a doubletake between his snack and the kid watching him, he leans over the railing and attempts to drop the remainder of the bag down to share before pointing a chubby finger up at the ladies wrestling: Look at them!

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[ a half-eaten bag of popcorn, inexplicably sticky with jam, is dropped for Cat Stowe ]

submitted by Lalia.

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The truth is that she's not really upset about the lack of action down below, not when there's so much entertainment to be found in the stands. Despite wearing her perfectly pressed and recently dry cleaned dress whites, the peacekeeper can't resist the lure of a food fight. With a glance over her shoulder to ensure that her commander's attention is fixated elsewhere, she pulls out her wallet and hands over a wad of bills to an already stunned concessions person frozen on the stairs beside her. Picking up an entire stack of hamburgers, she shrugs at the vendor's confusion before chucking a burger at a fellow peacekeeper who thought it'd be funny to put her gun in jello last week. Two more are hurled toward the arena, buns and fried bananas twirling through the air, before she lobs another in the direction of the victors of the previous Games. She snickers when it ricochets onto the back of another keeper who's far more uppity about their uniform than she is. The vendor finally cracks a grin when she bursts out laughing, reaching out for some nachos and alternating pelting people with cheese-slathered chips and gleefully popping them into her mouth.

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1-5

[ Andromache Audacia is hit with a 420 burger (mozzarella sticks, fried mac & cheese, onion rings, fries, bacon, golden bbq sauce, and american cheese) for 1 damage ]

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1-5

[ Andromache Audacia is hit with a The King burger (peanut butter, bacon, and fried bananas dusted in cinnamon and sugar) for 0.5 damage ]

1-3

[ Adder Ames is hit with a Pilgrim burger (turkey burger, homemade cranberry mayo, stuffing, and american cheese) for lulz damage ]

submitted by Lalia.

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Her lips are red.

That is the defining feature of the woman hiding in the crowd, the slit of a velvet gown and a wave of dark curls. The air smells like roses around her, thick with the dying scent of it. She doesn’t shout, she doesn’t rise to her feet, she only watches with a pursed smile. Perhaps she expected more than this.

Perhaps she’s intrigued.

It’s in the chaos that she slips out of her seat, moving through the crowd like a shadow. Like an omen for something terrible. She breaks off the stiletto of her shoes with a simple snap, moving behind a jeering Peacekeeper just quickly and quietly enough to slide it into his throat gently boop him on the head with it.

There is no fighting. Not even here.

She pushes him over the edge, sending his body tumbling into the arena below definitely does not assassinate a man or shove his corpse into the arena because that would cause a huge scene lol. She’s already walking away before anyone hears the thud, or sees the blood spreading like roots in the sand man complain about being booped by a lady with a shoe. She only smirks to herself, and throws the bloodied weapon totally innocent broken stiletto heel at the feet of a tribute.

Let them have their enemies; let them play their little game.

She watches their reaction intently, taking her seat once more. She wonders if this is exactly what they wanted. If it makes them hungry for it.

A hundred men in uniform, tumbling down into the ashen memory of those they have damned.

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1-5

[ Andromache Audacia is hit by a broken stiletto heel for 0 damage ]

submitted by Tris.
edited for: pls don't murder audience members.

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Between the shitty alcohol and the lackluster entertainment, he had paid entirely too much money for this. He swayed at the edge of the railing, unsure if the heavy feeling in his chest was an impending belch, vomit, or death. Nevertheless, he let out a displeased slur and whipped the bowler hat off of his head, lobbing it into the center of the arena.

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1-5

[ Calder Rusolki is hit by a bowler hat for 1 damage ]

submitted by Fireflyz.

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She’d certainly come for a show, but she didn’t envision it would turn out like this. All the children were standing together, united in their pacifism, and within moments she began to weep. The stands had devolved into chaos around her, but well, they just didn’t understand what a good show was. Plus, there was no blood to make her queasy!

She dabbed her eyes with her handkerchief and waved it above her head. ”Brava! Brava!” she cried, shortly before someone bowled into her and knocked her over.

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[ Knox De Sol witnesses some fangirl nonsense ]

submitted by Fireflyz.

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Atticus gazed at the children below. Tributes, that was the term they were using for them wasn’t it? It was fitting, after all they were offered up in sacrifice to the mighty lords of the Capitol. Still, they seemed rather dim. None of the tributes seemed very intent on surviving the little game. He wondered what they thought they were doing with their little protest, perhaps he’d pity them if he wasn’t so embarrassed for them.

Atticus picked his napkin up and scrawled out a tempting little message, or so he thought. ’Fight and I’ll see that your family is saved. - AF’ It was an empty promise, he’d do no such thing, not even put in the effort to see if he could, but the halfwit little savages in the bowl below him didn’t know that.

He folded the napkin into a paper plane and sent it in a magnificent arc above the audience’s heads that slowly spiraled down towards one of the tributes.

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[ paper plane lands next to Nocte Jay ]

submitted by Ele.

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A child starts crying ”Mummy, mummy you promised there’d be savage blood!” he stops his wittle foot for emphasis and then kicks his poor mother’s leg in the shins. The kid was born just after the war, he’d never known hunger or fear, the concept of the games was just given to him as fact. For as long as he could remember, they’d just been a yearly event that felt almost as good as Christmas.

”YOU STUPIDS!!” he screamed and hurled his limited edition President Ironsquall lunchbox that held a ham sandwich and a thermos of hot chocolate at the tributes sat below.

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1-5

[ Andromache Audacia is hit with a limited edition President President Imperiosa Ironsquall lunchbox for 0.5 damage ]

submitted by Ele.

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A man, fingers nimble as the smile that slides over his face at the chaos around him, stands up. He narrowly avoids being hit by a little takeaway of nachos, drizzled with cheese. He can remember a time when there was no takeout, it still wasn’t that long ago. So he moves slowly through the audience, hands dipping into a pocket there, dropping into an open purse here. It was all too easy and the kids below were making it so.

He pulled the clasp of a woman’s necklace off and then helpfully steadied her as his other hand scooped the falling gold out of the air.

The kids below deserved a tip for all their help, so when he was close enough, he tossed a silver bracelet over the edge towards them. He doubted they’d be able to resist the shining silver, something like that had to be worth a lot in the Districts.

After all, he’d paid for a show too, maybe he’d get lucky and they’d fight over it, show a little bit of that District desperation, right?

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[ Vanya McAlister finds a silver bracelet in the sand ]

submitted by Ele.

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