May the odds...

[justabignobody]

Characters: Minglelog for anyone not involved in the event
Setting: During the first part of the event, in the media room or near any terminal
Format: Whatever!
Summary: As Ruana's chosen dogs set out to hunt and/or run, the rest of the tower watches.
Warnings: very possibly mentions of violence and character death? Will update as needed!

[Sometimes in the morning, strange events start to be broadcasted to the screens of the media room and the terminal, showing familiar faces, though some maybe in not quite so familiar get-ups. Looks like Ruana's game is just about to start!]

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[provenworth]

[Elena is one of those people who wants to watch what was going on in the game. To keep tabs on those who were surviving and who had not. Especially for those who she knew, the small handful that that was.

Coming up behind Enoch, Elena made a little noise to let him know she was there, her hands clasping loosely behind her back.]

...Do you mind if I join you?

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch looked over his shoulder at the noise.* Not at all. Is there anyone you want me to change the focus to for you?

*Zelda was in a group, after all. She was likely safe...whoever Elena was worried for, likely less so. Particularly if they're hunters, or of the prey not in Zelda's party.*

[provenworth]

Thank you. [Her head gives a thankful nod, eyes turning to the screen.] Not in specific. There are a few I'm watching for. Have you see a little girl running around? I'm hoping she's still doing okay...

[warriorscribe]

There are two... *He switches to Tetra, who is with Zelda, and then switches until he finds Wriggle. Those are the only two he can think of who might be called "little girls" to him.*

[provenworth]

Two? Shiva's frozen tits....

[Her attention is focused on the screen, scanning the pictures of individuals trapped and struggling to survive. The first girl she doesn't know but the second-]

Wait! There she is...

[warriorscribe]

Wriggle? I don't know what's worse, forcing them to be hunters or prey...

*Enoch leaves the terminal on her for Elena, folding his arms tightly against the discomfort. He can't do anything, at least, not without Lucifel finding him and keeping him from going. He doesn't have his powers, and he could blink back into the void at any moment. He's so helpless to help them, and it's a terrible feeling.*

[provenworth]

...Yeah. She and I shared a room for a while. I can't believe they would include small children in this.

[Helplessness is a terrible feeling. One that tastes as bitter a bile in the back of the throat. She would give anything to jump in and take the girl's place if she should.]

There must be something we can do to help...

[warriorscribe]

"They always have...they've never been spared." He watches the girl wander the maze a while in silence. "Two others were saying the same thing." He doesn't want to say too much near a terminal though, because they might actually have a shot... "I've seen them on the fourteenth level. My friends would sooner tie me to this stool than see me go, myself, though, and for once I'd be utterly powerless to escape them." Which is a good enough indication he really can't go, but that certainly won't hold up once the chipped units get involved.