where are you?

[dogissues]

Who| Shaggy and YOU???
What| Shaggy Rogers fell asleep in the car and now he's not entirely sure where he is
Where| In the D5 suite, Tribute Center Central Commons
When| A couple days before the arena
Warnings/Notes| I'll be assuming Shaggy will have his illusions corrected at some point before the second prompt, also there'll some spoilers for the first season of Scooby Doo Mystery Incorporated



[For District Five Only]

"Like, wow," Shaggy says to himself, as he takes in the floor that they'd told him to go to. "This is, like, totally not what I thought military school would be like." He'd expected more tents and helmets and buzzcuts. He brushes a hand over his own Shaggy hair reflexively. Yeah. Still there.

Maybe Scoob's nice farm would be fancy like this? He hoped it would be. Man, he missed Scooby so much already. He missed all of the gang. It really didn't feel right being without any of them.

Oh. Was that a kitchen over there? Yeah. It was. Cool. He'll just mosey on there and see if there's anything to eat.

[Open]

So it turned out that not only did they have a way cool kitchen in that "District" he'd been assigned to, but the Central Commons on the ground floor of this Training Center place also had a really great restaurant too. And because he was one of those Tribute guys, Shaggy was allowed to eat as much as he wanted there free.

So, like, even though most of the rest of this whole Tribute business stunk, the unlimited free food was pretty cool.

Especially now that he had a bowl of clam custard bigger than his head.

Comments

District 5 naturally

[burnedbrighter]

Azula had been informed of the impending arrival of her new tribute and as life was treating her particularly well, she eagerly anticipated his arrival.

Waiting in the kitchenette she had a platter of beautifully decorated and organized fruit and was picking at it casually. A slice of something purple was dipped in a periwinkle colored cream and she admired the contrasting hues.

The usual spread of snacks were on display, as District five was prone to large appetites and antisocial tributes who did not conform to more traditional mealtimes. Hors d'oeuvres and treats that defied the wild and artistic imaginations of Capitol chefs could be found in a veritable cornucopia of options.

Of course, Azula was used to it all by now. This was how important people lived, but almost everyone agreed that Capitol food was one of the best parts of being drafted into The Hunger Games

Re: District 5 naturally

[dogissues]

Shaggy's eyes go wide as he takes in the fruit platter and the woman with it. "Like, thanks," he says, sitting down and proceeding to begin tossing the various pieces of fruit in his mouth. "So, like, are you my drill sergeant?"

Re: District 5 naturally

[burnedbrighter]

Her expression tightened as he helped himself, she had not yet offered it to him after all. Still he was hardly the first tribute to do something rude in the face of food.

"Something like that." Her voice was measured and tempered only by how good her mood had been prior to his arrival. "I prefer the term "Mentor". My name is Azula."

"You also have a Stylist, and a Escourt who you will meet later. Between the three of us we are to prepare you for whatever may come your way. If you listen, obey, and push yourself to do as we say then you will have a bright future here."

Re: District 5 naturally

[dogissues]

Shaggy nods. "Like, this is totally not what I expected military school to be like," he says. "Not, like, at all. I thought there'd be more tents? And, like, I'd have to cut all my hair off."

... yes, Azula, he did just say 'military school.'

Re: District 5 naturally

[burnedbrighter]

One perfectly manicured eyebrow rose in confusion and then lowered in understanding, clearly he was confused.

"This, is not military school." She corrected him "Though I can see where someone would think such a place could help you. This is something far more glamorous and rewarding then military service."

Practically gliding with grace across the room she took up a remote and flipped on the TV to a channel showing the last proper arena.

"This is The Hunger Games."

Re: District 5 naturally

[dogissues]

"Like, are you sure?" Shaggy replies, frowning. "Like, I know I dozed off in the car, but my parents were taking me to military school, not, like, any games. And, like, I don't know about you, but anything with 'Hunger' in the name isn't anything I want to do. I--"

And then he stops talking, because some brown-haired guy is stabbing a blue-haired kid on the screen.

"Zoinks!"

Re: District 5 naturally

[burnedbrighter]

Azula's good mood was beginning to wane as it became apparent that this boy would be a challenge.

"I am very sure, I have grown up in this world." She tried to explain and nodded to the TV.

"In a short amount of time, days really, you will be thrust into an arena where you will be expected to fight for your life...or die."

No sense in sugar coating it.

[lovesbitch]

Spike watched Shaggy eat, bored, from one end of a long table, his chin balanced on one hand as he fiddled with his empty tea cup with the other. This would have been exactly the kind of guy he would've gone for before the chip: an easy target. But now this moron was above him on the totem pole and that really grinded his gears. He was a creature of the night, a god among men; except none of that mattered after those soldier-boys implanted him. He was neutered, and there was nothing to be done about it, especially dimensions away from Sunnyhell.

Not that he could complain about that. Watching this guy gorge himself though was making Spike hungry for something more than tea and biscuits. Before the chip could fire at his murderous thoughts, there was a bright, pitchy sound of glass breaking and he cursed - realizing its source to be the China cup in his hand. His gaze shifted to watch the blood pooling in his hand, numb to the the sensation after the initiatial break. "Bloody hell," he murmured under his breath, feeling like everyone in the room was looking at him.

[dogissues]

Did that guy just... "Like, are you okay, dude?" Shaggy asks, grabbing one of the fancy napkin sculptures and shaking it out as he hurries over to the guy in the long coat. "Like, you should bandage that stuff before it gets infected." Oh look, there's a glass of ice water, just lying there on the table, cool, guess there must not be a drought here, back in California you had to ask for water specially, they didn't just put it on your table anymore.

Shaggy grabs another one of those napkin sculptures, shakes it out too, before dipping it in the table water and swiping it over the punk guy's hand. "Like, I'll bandage it for you. It's, like, easier when other people do it for you."

[allbloodyhail]

He wants to scream, No don't touch me, but he doesn't. He tenses, but he can't even shove Shaggy away and god, does that boil his blood. Blood that's now dripping onto the carpet. He's so hungry he's dizzy with it and he can't make eye contact when he can hear this kid's heart pumping so close to his face; the sound of his pulse loud and impossible to bear as he clenches his teeth and looks down at his boots. The chip is staying quiet, but there are little sparks dancing in his head like a warning -- an electric fence for a mutt who wouldn't dare cross.

"Why?" It's incredulous, and he knows some fear leaks in that shouldn't be there. He's the Big Bad. He's not supposed to be weak in front of dumb teenagers. But he's used to it, bloody goddamned hell. He hates that he's used to it. Spike swallows, holding out his hand in defeat. What else is he supposed to do, bleed all over his nice and freshly-laundered clothes? Unlikely. "Make it quick, will you."

[dogissues]

"Because you're, like, hurt," Shaggy says, as he finishes cleaning off Spike's hand and starts wrapping and tying the other napkin for the bandage. "You should probably, like, take this to the nurse or something later," he says, "but I think you'll be okay for now."

He goes back to his table and grabs his clam custard, then brings it back to the really long one that the punk guy is in. "So, like, I'm Shaggy," he says. "You want some clam custard?"

[allbloodyhail]

The nurse. Spike doesn't answer, unfortunately used to the moronic way in which this kid speaks. He wants to slap himself - did he wake back up in California already? No, no, he's still in the weird death-game place. Which really, he wouldn't mind so much if he could actually hurt anyone. But oh, he's leaving. Good. Spike sets his bandaged hand on his knee and stares blankly for a few seconds - and all too quickly Shaggy is returning. With something that smells especially terrible.

"Clam... custard." Spike turns a bored expression on him, little grossed-out grimace for the food being offered. As much as he usually liked gross comfort foods, even he couldn't get behind this. "That's a thing?"

because shaggy's dad is voiced by casey kasem and he's a vegetarian!

[dogissues]

"Yeah!" Shaggy says cheerfully. "Like, they used to have it at the Clam Cabin back home sometimes. Me and Scoob would, like, stop by for a dozen bowls sometimes." He frowns a little, noticing the punk guy's expression. "Okay, not a clam guy, I guess."

Hey, but he'd lost all that blood, right? So he'd probably want iron to make up for it. "Maybe you're a burger guy. Or, like, a roast beef guy? Like, have you ever had a French dip? I bet these guys make good French dip? Unless, like, you're a vegetarian? Like, my dad's one of those."

[gardienne]

Eponine watched Shaggy eat with the same sort of admiration on her face that one might have when watching someone win Olympic gold. She had no idea what the man was eating, but she could definitely appreciate the way he gobbled it down. After a few minutes, she approached and sat down next to him.

"Are you terribly hungry, Sir?"

[dogissues]

"Zoinks!" he cries out, because wow girl with a French accent out of nowhere. He recovers quickly. "Like, yeah! I'm always hungry! Like, are you too? I can order you a bowl! They, like, give me food for free here."

[gardienne]

Eponine in turn leans back in alarm. Has she startled him? Is she in trouble? She's a little bit on edge after what's happened with her father and it is a look of pure alarm that crosses her face. But then the man is settling down again, and Eponine can relax a little bit.

"Yes, Sir." She says quietly. "I am always hungry. What are you eating?" She's never seen such slop before - it doesn't look particularly appetising. But then, neither did pizza and that is just a little bit of heaven on earth. "Most people will let you eat for free, or with your hard ticket thing. They beep it and that is it. No money."

[dogissues]

"Clam custard," he answers readily. "Like, it's custard with clams mixed in. So, like, are the ticket things like credit cards?" That sounds cool. Shaggy's parents wouldn't let him get a credit card. "Like, I'm Shaggy."

[gardienne]

"That is an odd mix, Sir." Eponine frowns at the bowl. It smells quite disgusting... but she can bet that she's eaten worse. "I do not know credit cards... it is - oh, what's the word again? It's pl - plastic! And you give it the shop man and they think it's money. If you kill a man in the arena, you get money as well."

She laughs though. "Your name is Shaggy, Monsieur? That is a strange name. Mine is Eponine."

[dogissues]

Shaggy winces at the mention of killing men. "Like, that's totally not my thing. I'm probably, like, just gonna run the whole time." He shrugs. "My, like, actual name is Norville," he admits, "but everyone but my parents uses Shaggy."

The open portion

[frozenfractalsallaround]

Elsa didn't usually spend much time in the kitchen, but there were occasions that she needed a cup of tea to keep herself mellow. Too many people, too many thoughts. Sometimes it got to her, and a cup of tea was calming. Today was one of those days, and she was sitting quietly sipping her tea.

It was hard not to notice the man, but she respectfully tried to ignore him as he ate his fill- until he got the bowl of custard, at any rate.

"My goodness- how do you plan on eating all of that?" she asked, her voice skeptical that he could do it at all.

Re: The open portion

[dogissues]

"Like, of course," the man replies. "Maybe another bowl too, if they make me more. Like, it's not quite as good as Skipper Shelton's at the Clam Cabin, but it's pretty good for wherever we are. I'm still not exactly sure."

THAT. NEVER. HAPPENED.

[frozenfractalsallaround]

"But how are you going to fit it all in your stomach?" she asked, a little amusement in her tone. It seemed impossible without exploding. "Also- we're in the Capitol. That's what they call this city. What else are you not sure about?"

I WAS WONDERING WHAT STARKILLER WAS DOING ALL DELETED THERE

[dogissues]

The man shrugs. "Like, I've got a pretty big stomach. I think I'll be okay. And, like, I know this is like the Capitol of this Panem place, but, like, where is Panem?"

SHHHH

[frozenfractalsallaround]

That question had Elsa coming up short. "Um..." Her eyebrows furrowed, before she through up her hands lightly. "I'm really not sure."

Re: SHHHH

[dogissues]

"Like, it's not Crystal Cove. It's too far, like, inland. But I dunno otherwise." Another shrug.