The Hunger Games discussion

Romalia strides in, carrying an advanced sort of Chromebook. She sits down at her desk, and opens up her computer. She chews on her lip, scrolling down at the arena plans. This one had been designed by the President, but since she was the arena designer, it was still up to her to actually make the plans and make them work.
This one is a though one, she realizes, sculpting one of the segments using the electronical 3-D blueprint maker. It's going to take a lot of effort.

(any of yall want to rp?)

(maybe even bring in the president?)

(Oop- Yep lemme get Ebony I’m here because Isolabelle isn’t finished yet)

Ebony walked in, the heels of her shoes making a steady click, click, click, click on the tile floor. “How’s it coming?” She asked Romalia. The arena would be tough to make, but it would be worth it. She was quite orotund of the idea, actually, not that she would show it.

Romalia glances up, finger hovering above a button that would create her a dune. She smiles slightly, but the hint of joy disappears faster than the emotion itself.
"It's coming along well. (view spoiler)[The storm area is almost finished. The only problem is probably going to be the randomness of the mutts' attacks. (hide spoiler)] " she says, lowering her voice.

(...)

(Is it maybe okay if I bring mine in??)

~AVACADO~ wrote: "(Is it maybe okay if I bring mine in??)"

(Yes! Of course!)

((Should the president's secretary come in with the president???))

(Okie thanks!!!!)

(@Nora if you want to RP now, sure!!)

((Okay sure bc literally no other rps I'm in have anyone active right now XD))

Adair's black, shiny heels click across the polished floor of the Gamemakers' office, a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. Her curly pink and purple hair is in an elaborate updo, and her tight black skirt and white mesh top accentuate her curves. She is the epitome of "sexy secretary."

Reggie flopped onto a lounge chair, lazily taking out her computer and puling up a file of mutations to put into the Hunger Games. "So pelicans or turtles?" She asked randomly, not giving any hindsight at all as she hummed to her dance music and put her hair into a high messy bun, not really saying hi to anyone, but greeting them without saying or doing anything. It was peculiar and it couldn't exactly be pinpointed, but that was Reggie's way.

"Pelicans," Adair pipes in, though she isn't even a part of this conversation. "Turtles are way too slow. And pelicans have huge beaks and they can fly." Adair isn't...the brightest bulb on the tree sometimes and often ends up doing stuff like this which may be considered annoying or intrusive.

*any context

((???))

”You're right; pelican-sharks are way better than turtle-lions. I'm pretty sure that they defected too.” She said, drinking a rainbow smoothie as she worked.

Adair nods and scratches something off on her clipboard, which anybody could only assume is a list. She brushes a loose strand of hair from her face, then taps her pen on her clipboard. "Is there anything else you've decided upon since we last checked in?"

Romalia glances up at Reggie, nodding at her, not seemingly othered by the girl's spontaneity.
"Alright. Pelican-sharks it is," she says, turning her gaze back to her computer. "I'll geneticize them later today."
Romalia, of course, does not do the Mutt Genetics, but Romalia is quite unaware of it. Romalia's other personality, other side, takes care of that sort of thing, but Romalia doesn't know when she changes. She simply knows she does, at times, and even then, has a hard time believing it. After all, it always feels like she's the one in her head, not someone else...but still, everyone in the room is well informed of Romalia's chaotic changes of personality, and how tonight they would probably be seeing a much different girl.
Still, they usually stay polite enough to not mention it.
Romalia continues fleshing out the ocean arena, completely unaware of her ignorance of her own mental state.
"How are we going to create an algorithm for the randomness of the mutts' apparition?" she asks after a few moments.

"The Games are starting soon and you haven't even figured that out yet? We're running on a tight schedule!" Adair says in frustration. She flips through several more sheets of paper. "How much more time do you need?"

Romalia flicks her gaze towards Adair. "Oh, hello Adair. I forgot that you existed," she says sharply, before adding: "Not much time. This is the last segment, and the algorithm won't take much time. We just need to know what actual intervals we want."

Adair glares at Romalia, her eyes full of hatred of being talked to this way. However, she writes several things down and scratches things off lists. "Well, you're going to need to decide soon, because the Games aren't getting any further away," she says snippily. "Can you give me a number? I can't exactly work with 'not much time.'"

”Pftt-” She snickered, failing to hide it as she smirked at them. ”I think you've forgotten that we’ve done this before; remember that time where the sleeping fog actually backfired and we finished less than 2 hours before it started?” She asked, laughing. ”And as for when they appear, at night in the (view spoiler)[ ocean quandrant (hide spoiler)] should work fine.”

Romalia glances at Reggie and grins slightly. "Ah yes, the 94th Hunger Games. Though those Games did go pretty flawlessly, the spider mutts were simply to die for." She nods also at Reggie's suggestion for the timing, and quickly constructs a baseline algorithm that would activate when night came to the arena.
"Alright," she says, leaning back against her chair. "Arena's almost done. I should get going on those mutts, though."
She stands up and starts making her way out of this room, to head to the Mutations Lab. "You can send me the full list of mutts you're going to use, 'kay?"
With one last hint of a smile, she heads out.

Adair writes stuff down on her clipboard as she listens to them talk. "I'll also need that list," she says, almost bored-sounding. She looks up from the clipboard at Reggie expectantly.

((Ooh I’ve gotta make my gamemaker!!!))

(Yes! Yes you do!)

((Yay! Another person for Adair to be bratty to!))

Reggie rolled her eyes at Adair and nodded to Romalia as she walked out. ”Yeah Yeah, whatever.” She said, checking and x-ing the list of mutts they could use. “Ooooo bat-monkeys!”

((LIKE THE WIZARD OF OZ LMAO))

((XD))

Ebony smiled. It was very faint, almost unnoticeable to everyone but the Gamemakers. That smile could have many different meanings, but this time it was something along the lines of I have an idea. “Adair,” The president turned to her secretary, “Would you mind leaving me and Miss Reyes to speak in private, please?”

Adair nods quickly. "Yes, ma'am. Of course, ma'am," she says, bowing her head slightly and clack clack clacking out of the room.

Reggie was lost in the music of her head phones, quietly jamming along as she finished up the list of muttations for this year’s Hunger Games.

“Reggie? I have something I’d like for you to help me with. Something, shall we say... shocking.” Ebony said.

Reggie took her headphones and turned her music off, giving her full attention to Ebony. She sat up straight. "What do you need me to do?"

“I want to make something big. Something that nobody will know about until the very end, but when they see it...” Ebony paused. “I want them to remember it, and never forget it. The problem is what.”

"Hmm..." Regina trailed off, pulling up a 3D workspace and walking over to Ebony. "What about if we add an arena at the end for the last 5 tributes? Each of them will have to fight off a random muttation, and those who lose die. Of course, it'll have to be the ones that are part human; those are the worst ones."

Ebony smiled. “Perfect.” She said. “The humanoid mutts will have a few features of their allies, too, or anyone that they’re attached to.”

She nodded, creating a good spot for the arena as the President spoke. "Rocky or flat?"

Adair waited impatiently in the hallway just outside the door, going through the sheets on her clipboard. I wonder what they're talking about...

“Rocky. Maybe a ring with five areas each separated by a wall, and when a tribute either dies or kills the mutt, their walls disappear.”

Reggie nodded, her fingers moving quickly across the keyboard, talking as she worked . "Do they sink or disintegrate? Because ____ would be a good material for the disintegrating, but sinking would be more efficient, and we could cause a few dramatic effects to happen as the walls sink." She said, focusing on her screen as she stepped a bit closer to the President, turning to show her the computer screen.

“Sinking, definitely.” Ebony nodded. The president watched the screen over Reggie’s shoulder and smiled. “Brilliant.” Did she have a small crush on her Head Gamemaker? Yes. Yes she did. But she was good at hiding it.

Reggie smiled, finishing it up and turning around, a bit startled to be so close. "Sorry." She apologized stepping back. "And thank you, I'll send you the finished map in a few hours." She promised, throwing her plastic drink cup in the trash.

Adair was tapping her foot impatiently outside. They’d been in there forever. Seriously, what was taking so long?

Ebony nodded and took a step back. "Thank you." She said, and walked to the door, pulling it open for Adair. "How are the training days going?"