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WHO| Stephen Reagan and the D6 tributes/mentors
WHAT| The former D6 Escort is back at his old job and wants to meet all his new Tributes. The Neverending Quell is so exciting!
WHEN| Saturday and Sunday.
WHERE| Tribute Tower, D6 suite
WARNINGS| Catch-all warning for a guy who's swallowed all of the Capitol's bullshit, plus whatever you bring with you.

For most of March 22 and 23, there was a new figure in the D6 common rooms. It wouldn't be hard to guess that he was a Capitol native -- the too-smooth skin, the lightly applied glittery-blue guyliner, and the precious stones that lined one ear were enough to give that away. He sat comfortably in the D6 common room, dressed in an ice-blue suit, sipping intermittently at something expensive and bubbly. Most of his attention was on the tablet on his lap, but whenever someone came in, his head immediately snapped up. He broke into a broad smile as he stood, crossed the room, and offered his hand (the suit cuff was lined with some kind of sparkly fabric that really shouldn't be able to reflect that much light) to the newcomer.

"Hello, hello! It's so good to meet you in person at last."

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Anna didn't like staying cooped up in the District suite, it reminded her of being cooped up at home all of those years. So, she was out and about more often than not. Returning, however, and seeing the new man sitting there, however, gave her reason to pause. She had only intended to come back, change, and then go out again... But with a newcomer, well-- it only felt right to stay a little longer if necessary.

Oh, and then he saw her. Anna froze in place, almost like a defense mechanism, before she pushed her hair from her face, and accepted his hand. "At last? Ah... It's nice to... meet you too?"

"Princess Anna of Arendelle," he said warmly, letting the title roll off his tongue. "It is an honor." He shifted his grip on her hand so that he could bring it to his lips, leaning forward into a slight bow to kiss it gently.

"Oh!"

For all that Anna's a Princess, she's still not used to these formalities. So she might be caught blushing at that and giggling. "Yeah, that's me... I'm sorry... I don't know who you are? I mean, you know me, obviously. But I haven't caught your name or what you do or anything."

He let go of her hand and straightened up, smiling right back at her. "My name is Stephen Reagan, and I'm District 6's new Escort. Well, technically I'm District 6's old escort," he added. "This used to be my job, until about two years ago. But -- I'm back!" Oh, god, he was babbling. His poise had been shaken -- truth be told, Stephen Reagan was a little starstruck. He wasn't used to meeting people post-Arena, after they'd lived through the drama and the tension and the sacrifice: District 6 hadn't had a single Victor in the time he'd been working as their Escort.

And to put it bluntly, the way Anna had died had given Stephen Reagan a lot of feelings. Besides -- she was royalty! Real royalty! How exciting was that?

"It's basically my job to help you get to wherever you need to go," he explained, and the spiel helped him compose himself. "I make sure everyone in District 6 is where they need to be, on time with their shoes tied."

The way Anna had died seemed to give several people feelings that she wasn't sure how to react to, to be perfectly honest. Still, she smiled and listened as he continued on, enjoying his excitement and babbling.... He was in good company for that train of thought, after all.

"Well, it's really nice to meet you, Stephen!"

And she did mean it sincerely. She had a hard time harboring any anger to the people who just didn't know any better. "That really can't be the easiest job, I mean... For any district escort, really. But you seem to really like it, so I'm super glad you're back and all."

Oh, she was adorable. What a sweetheart. Too young for him, which was a shame, but she and Hans were really really cute together and even if Stephen had been six or seven years younger he wouldn't want to get between love like that.

"If there's anything you need," said Stephen happily, "or anything you need to know about the Capitol, I'm here to help you, so please let me know. I'll be living in the District 6 suite, so I'm a knock away. You'll, uh, you'll have to forgive me if it's not like what you're used to -- I've never worked with the Games in their new format," he admitted, "and I've never escorted royalty before."

Pushing her hair from her face, she smiled and nodded as he continued. "That makes it easy-- You staying in the suite that is. I don't know that I can find my way around here very easily just yet or anything."

Anna blushed just a little as he mentioned the royalty thing again and shook her head. "I don't think titles mean much here.... Really, don't worry about it."

"I disagree," countered Stephen. "Who a Tribute is means everything. The way the public sees you is your ticket to life or death in the Arena. Even without a kingdom, there's real glamour in being able to call yourself a princess. That's actually something I wanted to bring up with you," he added, and his manner became more focused, more businesslike as he went on.

"Have you discussed your image with Ziva or Jesse yet? How do you want the people of Panem to see you?"

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