[action] A decade's worth of Games ago

[ijustlovethat]

[there was an arena like this once. ten, eleven years ago? there were horrible sand-dwelling snake muttations on an isolated chunk of beach, and the tides grew worse and worse with every passing day. naturally, the victor had been from District Four, and Effie's tributes -- she couldn't help but think of them as hers, even though it made it difficult to watch them die -- hadn't made it past the first five hours.

[so when she wakes up atop one of these rocky guys right here, she thinks, for a minute, that she has been transported to that old arena and left there by some cruel tour guide.

[she is ignoring the instructions on her communicator right now because there is a much more pressing problem to be dealt with: getting off this rock and onto the beach proper without ruining her pretty dress and shoes and hair and-- well, you get the idea.

[if you're around, you see her taking little steps to the edge, peering down at the water, trying to judge the distance between herself and the shore. (hint: she would not make that jump if she had a running start and good, sturdy flats.) very soon, she goes from frustrated to upset, pouting, batting her butterfly eyelashes as if she's about to unleash a rain of glittery tears.]

Oh, this won't do! Is there anyone who can help? [very quietly] I can't swim.

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[actlikealady]

[she was just starting to get a handle on the beach, but the sight of the fussy woman on the rock gives her pause. Sif looks around, surveying the sand, but she doesn't see anyone else... so she comes closer]

What are you doing there? [frankly, with her voice raised as she heads down to the water]

[benriyas]

[a damsel in distress!! albeit a damsel dressed in clothes no one would wear to a deserted island, which tells Worick that perhaps this is someone who's in the same situation he's in. stuck with no idea how he got here.]

[He makes his easy way through the surf, his boots and socks left behind on the sand, squinting towards Effie.]

Need some help, miss?

[cleanedslate]

No better time to learn. [ just, pointing that out, from where he stands on dry land ]

[ Tony's first, like, ten minutes were not great minutes. he's still trying to work the problem, figure out what the hell is going on and how this keeps happening.

this is a refreshingly tiny problem to solve, really ]

[inflorescere]

[Though she was keeping some distance from the shore herself (can't swim either, unfortunately!) Robin does spot Effie while she is walking around exploring and she feels bad enough at the sight of her helplessness to attempt to get a little closer. Soon she is calling out, if calmly.]

Miss? Are you all right?