DGS4 -- Spectator Central

[The Man in Red]

This is the thread for all your shenanigans and antics involving the following:

1 - Anyone within the preshow and staging facilities who are watching or otherwise observing the game
2- Anyone on other worlds throughout the Crossroads who are watching, wherever services are available to do so

If you have any questions about anything, as always, feel free to just ask away.

 

[John Connor]

Meanwhile, a few Spartans from Sparta found themselves walking into the bar-like territory containing modern luxuries including the moving picture box, lightning in a shape and strange creatures serving beer and wine from anywhere.

The bartender raised an eyebrow "Hey, who invited the 300 here?"

Of course, the Spartan armor on the soldiers made them stick out like a sore thumb. Some people blinked "Must be some reenactments. Nobody has Spartan armor that real."
Theron's frown deepened as he turned his attention to the moving screen, where the image of King Leonidas appeared. The Spartans gathered around, their eyes fixed on the televised broadcast, trying to comprehend the unfamiliar technology.

The bartender, noticing their confusion, explained, "The Carnival Rosa is a televised battle that takes place across dimensions, broadcasted to various realms and crossroads. It attracts warriors from different times and places to compete in epic battles. Your King Leonidas seems to be participating."

The Spartans, initially perplexed, watched in awe as the image of King Leonidas on the screen showcased his commanding presence. The televised broadcast captured him, seemingly locked in a moment of intense focus.

Theron, still processing the information, muttered to himself, "A battle across dimensions? Televised to different realms?" The concept was entirely foreign to the Spartans, but their loyalty to King Leonidas urged them to understand the situation.

As they continued to observe the moving screen, it became apparent that King Leonidas was engaged in a fierce confrontation within the Carnival Rosa. The modern crowd in the bar watched with a mix of excitement and curiosity, as the legendary Spartan king showcased his unmatched skill in the otherworldly competition.

The Spartans, torn between their desire to participate and their loyalty to their king, faced a new challenge in this strange and unexpected encounter with the Carnival Rosa. The bar's atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as the Spartans grappled with the unfolding events on the televised screen, their connection to the legendary King Leonidas bridging the gap between ancient and modern worlds.

A few guards outside the door stopped the group of Spartans from trying to enter the tournament "I'm sorry but Registrations are closed. You must stay here if you wish to watch your King fight these warriors."

 

[Roy Mustang]

Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye had barely slept in three days. It was becoming increasingly evident that not only did Markov try to avoid doing more than scouting surveys of the wider world, it actually found itself struggling to maintain effective supply lines that wouldn't be immediately vulnerable to the Unmaking or wild zoids. Yet again she was starting to doubt whether they would even be able to answer the call when the time came for the assault to finally bring down The Fade.

"You know you can't stare the numbers into getting better, right sir?"

A good-natured smirk of a voice and the smell of cigarette smoke identified the speaker as Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc. Hawkeye blinked slowly before lookin up from the report as he took a seat at one of the other desks nearby.

"Good evening, I thought you went home several hours ago?" She asked in a neutral tone.

"Ayup, but the signal in my pad is still busted. Unmade vines broke the local repeater for my block is what the official answer is. I can't get the Carnivale's signal without everyone looking like deformed slideshows. Sorry 'bout the noise."

Hawkeye gave a minor nod, returning to her report, "It's fine. The Lieutenant Colonel has wanted to keep a closer eye on this event since the Major ended up involved in the last competition."

Havoc gave a despondant groan, "Oh, I know. I have to write a summary of the thing for him when he gts back. I had to cancel the date I had planned, no way am I going to start dating someone with 'hey let's watch people brutally murder each other and bet on the outcome!', not happening!" He slouched in his chair until he had practically fallen onto the floor. "I had a date tonight!"

Hawkeye made no reply to that particular complaint, setting aside the report as she searched for the previous model's numbers. After a few commands were input by Havoc, the holodisplay fuzzed to life. A panoramic view of a train was shot from a variety of dramatic angles on half of the screen. On the other side a few minor personalities were analyzing the roster. Metrics like "Average number of Kills per Altercation" and "Percentage of Opponents Hospitalized" flashed onto the screen next to various contestant's pictures.

"Oh good, they're still just killing time until the group arrives." Havoc dug in his uniform for a lighter, a fresh cigarette already having materialized in his mouth, "Real bunch of loose wires this year, even for one of these things."

"It's a way to distinguish themselves from the competition." Hawkeye responded, not even looking up from her report, "Taking the violence and sheer mayhem of the Abyss to further extremes gives them a way to argue their event is superior with one of their primary demographics."

"You mean psychos who want to watch blood splatter and spines getting broken in high definition?" Havoc made a face.

Hawkeye closed her eyes with a barely perceivable nod by way of answer. Havoc scratched the back of his head, blowing out cigarette smoke with a sigh.

"I just hope the Lieutenant Colonel's not expecting to find anybody here that he's interested in working with. This bunch gives me the creeps!"