Wyvern, still emotional from the early death of her partner Greggredd, finds comfort in Solitude, as they lock hands and gaze into eachothers eyes.
Flex and Oltman get into a brawl, but Flex spares Oltman, hoping to make an ally, the game is still young.
Blazzok grills his piece of squirrel thigh on a hot rock before stomping out his fire, no need to draw any unneeded attention.
Jan gazes up at the stars and for a second he forgets that he is in a murderous arena deathmatch made for other peoples amusement.
Edelweiss dreams of winning the games, he wants to be a Victor, he wants the fame, he wants a fancy suit that catches fire when he does graceful swirls on stage.
Saint Dee carry's on thinking about home, come on man get your head in the game, its life or death, ole roofie will still be alive if you win!
Tom and Avantar are sitting on a grassy hill watching over the center of the arena, Tom yawns, and slowly puts his arm around Avantar, he looks over at Tom, he doesn't question it, he accepts it, as they both fall backwards into each others arms.
Donisia and Darhmol chat about the remaining tributes, and the ways they wish to kill them, using outrageous hand gestures to illustrate their actions.
Alientaker, Talentloos, and Techthief camp out and discuss what might happen the next day, if day one is anything to go by, there will be a lot of death.
FarligOptredden patches up his wounds from the first day.
Malice and Murfle interlock their fingers, their sweaty hands slipping into position, they relax for a moment, trying to convince themselves that they will be safe together.
Matt yells out in anguish, perhaps not a wise move, but he needs somebody, anybody