imeeji_frontstage | LET THE GAMES BEGIN

Who: Hunger Games Participants
Where: The Game Tower
When: To be Determined

[ You walk through a door. Or maybe you walk down the street, only to have it fall away between one step and the next. You blink and you're one place, then the next with a lurching sensation of falling, and land somewhere else.

This… is probably the game tower, and the new way they've been summoning you, but it's not the Game Tower as you've seen it before.

On your cellphone, you hear Exael's voice, and if you look at it you can see her too. She's dressed up today on a couch with a microphone she's taking back from someone else — they must have just finished answering her as you get the chance to tune in. She nods, face and voice all cheer as she takes the mic back.

"So there you have it, everyone! The celestial plan behind this iteration of the Hunger Games! Lend everyone your thoughts and prayers, because it sounds like they're going to need it!"

The rules-- well, goals, more like-- then dominate your cellphone screen. ]

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[how 'bout a unitmate who wasn't in the games and is immediately looking for his unitmates reaching out to steady him? sorta.]

--Phoenix?

[Thanks, leaning heavily, actually.]

Well I'm not Kirin.

[He's trying to joke but he sounds real pissed.]

[yeah, he can actually hear that which is... not common.]

I can tell that much, at least.

How bad is it?

What? My injuries or you know, the game? Because the game was fucked up.

Obviously the game was fucked up. I'm talking about the injuries.

[WHO DID THE THING AND HOW AND WHY]

I'm not dead so I'm fine.

Phoenix.

[the scolding tone of someone who has been scolded way too often about that four letter f word.]

The leg stab hurts and the heart thing isn't killing me immediately and I'm more pissed and upset and the pain is kind of like, it's a thing. But whatever?