Spectator entries (SEs) are any side stories that occur before, in-between, or after rounds. They do not have to be regarded as part of the tournament's canon and will not be judged, so interactions between any characters are allowed.
HG OCT Round 4 SE (2/3): de nobis fabula narratur by ireny-octs, literature
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HG OCT Round 4 SE (2/3): de nobis fabula narratur
Leon holds perfectly still as the Peacekeeper at the door swipes his ID and scans his retina. The other man hands the card back to him with a faintly bored stare and waves him through. Score one for Todorov and Lazuli, he thinks, and enters IIB Headquarters with his back straight and his head held high.
He resists the urge to tug at his collar as he walks into the open lobby. Ill-fitting as it feels, the Peacekeeper uniform is his armor here, his first line of defense against the dozens of other Peacekeepers milling around him. Here he’s just another face, albeit one altered enough to allay any suspicions about his being a wanted fugit
HG OCT: Round 4 SE: mori alium diem by An-san, literature
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HG OCT: Round 4 SE: mori alium diem
Ergo searches the skies in the dim light of dawn. She's tired of staring at computer screens and maps and corkboards. Too many things have gone wrong of late. The elation after the assassination of the president has since been forgotten in the face of Todorov's failure, of losing Hansen, of radio silence from both Chen and Duval. She keeps the transmitter set to receive, waiting for a sound other than empty static.
Inside, the remainder of her team--Todorov and Smith included--are holding secure communication lines to the pockets of their rebel faction in every district. Once Duval is confirmed as the new bureau director and secretary o
HG OCT: Round 4 SE: ad comburendum pontes by An-san, literature
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HG OCT: Round 4 SE: ad comburendum pontes
Bellasseau leans against the window and watches the shadowy figure cross the backlot towards the hangar. He'd given Wang enough clearance on that fake badge of his to get him through. Of course there's always the risk Wang lied through his teeth about needing the jet and is about to utilize his newfound clearance to cause all sorts of trouble.
But he thinks it unlikely. He's always been particularly good at reading people, and has yet to be off the mark. He'll admit Wang's leniency surprised him, but then again, he'd long suspected Wang's priorities lay more with the children than with old war grudges.
It puzzles him why these rebels re
HG OCT: Round 4 SE: quando infernum glaciatur by An-san, literature
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HG OCT: Round 4 SE: quando infernum glaciatur
The early morning chill nips the tips of his fingers as Reinald swipes his card at the back entrance facing the garage. The door slides open at the blinking green light, and he motions Lazuli to follow.
"We could have gone the front entrance, you know. I know people that work here."
"Be quiet," Reinald mutters, striding down the empty corridor. We don't need your mouth giving us any more visibility, he wants to add, but that would defeat the purpose. He's already uneasy, although technically nothing has gone wrong, yet.
He had spent the last week perfecting this mission, insinuating into every aspect of the Gamemakers' building--the ca
HG OCT: Round 4 SE: fortuna est pro imparatus by An-san, literature
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HG OCT: Round 4 SE: fortuna est pro imparatus
The darkness of the early morning means little to the fluorescently lit caverns by the harbor, its entrance masquerading as a rocky outcropping. The Chat Bistre itself has gone back to blend in with the platoon of party yachts across the water.
Ergo sits by the water's edge, inhaling the salty harbor air and massaging her temples. The bustling and the musty air inside made for a very bad headache. An hour or so to go until the kites set off--she could spare a ten minute break.
It’s hardly a break, plagued as she is by the distinct memories of the months before the war. It had seemed like their very presence in the towns her family
Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures by PastellePirate, literature
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Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures
“Gamemaker Ludus?” Orca prompted as she entered the room, her heels clattering noisily on the tiled floor, the door closing loudly behind her, “You wanted to see me, sir?”
The Head Gamemaker smirked at her from behind his mahogany desk, stacked with paperwork, his magenta eyes glinting maliciously in the dim glower of his computer screen. “Yes, Miss Octerre,” he replied, “I do.”
The blue-haired man indicated the padded chair across from him. “Have a seat, Orca,” he requested, “We need to talk about today's...incident.”
Orca settled down in the chair with an inward