LOG: Prefect and Kirk - SEMI OPEN
Who: Prefect and Kirk (and maybe others in/around the arena? Ask us if you want in!)
What: GLADDDDIATORS!
When: The Third? Fourth? day of the port
Where: THE GLADIATORIAL ARENA!
Things... had not gone well for Prefect when he lost Kirk. He'd just sort of wandered the streets for a while asking people if they'd seen his Comrade, before sort of letting that request merge into a slightly broader request for some vague spread of someone from the barge. Eventually he got into a conversation with someone who seemed extremely interested in just how lost he was. Then there might have been grabbing, then there might have been fighting, then he'd been in an enclosed space with an awful lot of people who were considerably bigger than him.
Then he'd run into Ralph, and somehow the prospect of going out and fighting for his life suddenly seemed like the best game ever. In fact, by a series of bizarre moments of good luck on their part, and spectacular misfortune by their enemies, he and Ralph had actually managed to survive their way through... well, pretty much everything! So right now, as the collection of gladiators remaining were ushered into the arena for their next challenge? Prefect was actually feeling way more cocky than he should be. He was decked out in random bits of scrounged armor, he had a chain, a spear on his back, a buckler strapped to his arm, and a weird and completely misleading feeling of competence upon him.
[ooc: Stuff with Rafo will HOPEFULLY get backlogged?]
What: GLADDDDIATORS!
When: The Third? Fourth? day of the port
Where: THE GLADIATORIAL ARENA!
Things... had not gone well for Prefect when he lost Kirk. He'd just sort of wandered the streets for a while asking people if they'd seen his Comrade, before sort of letting that request merge into a slightly broader request for some vague spread of someone from the barge. Eventually he got into a conversation with someone who seemed extremely interested in just how lost he was. Then there might have been grabbing, then there might have been fighting, then he'd been in an enclosed space with an awful lot of people who were considerably bigger than him.
Then he'd run into Ralph, and somehow the prospect of going out and fighting for his life suddenly seemed like the best game ever. In fact, by a series of bizarre moments of good luck on their part, and spectacular misfortune by their enemies, he and Ralph had actually managed to survive their way through... well, pretty much everything! So right now, as the collection of gladiators remaining were ushered into the arena for their next challenge? Prefect was actually feeling way more cocky than he should be. He was decked out in random bits of scrounged armor, he had a chain, a spear on his back, a buckler strapped to his arm, and a weird and completely misleading feeling of competence upon him.
[ooc: Stuff with Rafo will HOPEFULLY get backlogged?]