The frosting was delicious - and in her empty inventory, the cake was a welcome addition.  Though there still remained so much cake - as guards arrived, no doubt to take her back to her cell, Rayne grabbed a fistful and lobbed it at one of the downed dwarves - Keldun, who deserved a little loss of dignity after what he'd done.  She sent another flying at the other Twin, but the guards arrived and she checked her impulse to send a frosting volley up at the Announcer - who had been helpful, after all, and surely wasn't responsible for her own role in this affair.<br/><br/>Still, somewhat impishly, Rayne flicked her frosting-covered fingers on her way out, sending a few specks of sugary goodness in the general direction of the flying elf.<br/><br/><br/>Down in the locker room, getting undressed was somehow still embarrassing, even though removing the tiny bikini-bottom made very little difference to her overall nudity.  A small and crucial bit, however.  The bow she lingered on a moment before giving it up - it had been an excellent weapon, though not her own precious Starbow of course.  And then - new clothes, such as they were!  She slipped in, having to be careful not to tear the thread-bare cloth any worse than it already was, and clopped down in her sandals, feeling rather self-satisfied despite everything.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Oh, Sylvia, it... was a big arena, crowded, all sorts... and I fought a couple of dwarves.  I had a choice of weapons and armour though... umm... such as they were.  So I picked them off in the end, but... barely."  She gave as much detail of the event as Sylvia desired - no doubt the Horizon Walker might benefit from a little foreknowledge.  Presumably the Announcer would give her similar help when her turn came.<br/><br/>The bread & water didn't exactly look like a meal for a champion... but Rayne grinned, brandishing her Victory Cake, and gulping it down eagerly.  It was delicious, too sweet but that was perfect right now, and she licked her fingers clean, scooping up the little white blob that had landed on the bottom of her short rag "tunic".  The bread and water could wait.<br/><br/>And, with the surprise bonus that came as she completed the cake, Rayne was glad she hadn't given in to the thought of offering the cake to the Harpy as an alternative bribe!  But what item to accept - surely any armour would just be removed.  Obviously she wanted her bow - not least because it was Bonded to her.  Would it be confiscated?  Perhaps not - without arrows, it would be no threat to the jailor.  And it was possible that this "scenario", as it surely was designed before the Change, would have the NPCs blissfully unaware of such incongruities as a prisoner tromping around with a bow over their shoulder.<br/><br/>For that matter, maybe she could get armour after all... but no, surely that would be too contradictory to the spirit of the arena.  So, her bow... Rayne froze an instant, then smacked her forehead.<br/><br/>"Oh!  Look what's in the cake!" she said, dramatically, as she lifted out her excellent lockpicks from the crumbs.  That, of course, was so much more fitting... small and concealable - or they would be, if she wore anything at all concealing.  And they could plausibly fit in a cake; subconsciously, Rae-lynne was very inclined to prefer something that fit the setting, fit immersion - a habit she had strengthened in playing such games.  Yes... so much better like this, and her mind relaxed as it no longer had to contemplate pulling a longbow out of a piece of cake.<br/><br/>She wiped a couple of crumbs off the otherwise-clean set of picks, then looked up somewhat guiltily at the harpy.  "Oh!  Right... umm.  I guess I don't need that feather anymore."  She held up the lockpicks, flashed an off-kilter smile followed by a shrug, then moved to her cell door.<br/><br/>"Do you think it'll be a while before they come back?  I don't want to blow this chance."  She looked at Sylvia for a few moments, then examined the lock.  It was a bad angle, but maybe with patience....<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">She would probably opt to take 20, unless forbidden, or unless the difficulty is so low that she could do much better just going at it with rolls.<br/></div></div>