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Who| District 6 (Ariadne, Cas, Clint, Jade, anyone else I might be missing?)
What| getting to know each other.
Where| the District 6 common room.
When| this evening.
Warnings/Notes| none right now.

Ariadne wasn't entirely sure what to do. It wasn't like she was the best at mentoring at the best of times, but the least she could do was meet the rest of her District. Properly. Not just in passing, or watching them on the screens.

The lockdown was a pretty good opportunity for that, actually. What with the curfew cutting off any parties that might have been going on, she found it easy enough to get the lot of them together. Albeit a bit awkwardly.

She sat on one of the couches, frowning a little as she glanced between the lot of them. "You're mostly new, aren't you?"

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Castiel looked up at the one who spoke. He was not sure what her purpose was, just that she was not a competitor.

"Who are you?" He asked shortly tilting his head at her.

Clint was not actually sure how he felt about the people he'd ended up with in his 'district' or whatever the hell they were calling it. He supposed he might as well get to know them a little, see what they were like for if he happened to meet them in the next arena.

He was perfectly happy to just watch them interacting for now.

"Ariadne. A Victor, and now Mentor; I won two Arenas ago," she shrugged mildly, flicking her gaze between the pair of them currently there. There were definitely more Tributes now than there were in the past; three or four to every District than the simple one male, one female routine they'd followed before all this. She supposed they were making exceptions for how things worked now.

Funny, though, how quiet they all were.

Her eyes lingered on Clint, her expression alert but unreadable, "I'm supposed to help you out with the Games, but by the looks of things, I'm not sure it'll be necessary."

Castiel looked at the girl speaking, his expression unchanged. She had been here the longest it seemed, and he had so many questions it was hard to find where to start.

"How did you win?" His voice was even but there may have been a slightly indicator of doubt. He had seen the competitors, he was curious how such a small girl bested them.

Clint was a little curious about that himself. (He's not bitter. Really.) When the other guy (who is...more than a little weird, let's face it) asks the question, he turns his attention fully toward Ariadne.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind hearing that story either."

If she was bothered by the question, it didn't show. "I had good allies," she offered to them both, almost mildly amused. "We kept each other's backs until the end, taking out every Tribute we came across. There were only a few that we left alive, and in hindsight, we probably should have taken them out, too."

She frowned a little, tipping her head to one side. "There's a video of it somewhere."

"Is that a common strategy?" It seemed to him like the most logical idea. "I would like to know more, I need..." He cut off unsure of how to phrase what he needed to say. "There is someone I want to protect."

Clint was only slightly concerned with the possibility of protecting the people he knew here. They could take care of themselves, mostly. Maybe not Stark, without his suit, but the others could.

"So you had each other's backs until you had to kill each other?"

She glanced to Cas, looking him over briefly. In the back of her mind, she recalled her first conversation with Dean, the mention of someone named Cas. Admittedly, she knew the angel by his full name, but she didn't wonder if it wasn't the same person here now. "I think it's common enough. Most people tend to find others they like enough, and band together for at least the first little while. Only once it's down to about ten Tributes do you really see those alliances disbanded."

Ariadne's eyes flicked to Clint in turn, using that as a good segue, "No. Don was dead before it came to that. He took out another Tribute while I was injured, and when I got up, the cannons declared them both dead."

Castiel sat back and looked at Ariadne and then the other man. He was unsure how much he should say, he didn't know who he should or shouldn't trust. Weakened as he was he afford to take any risks.

"Do you know Dean?" He asked turning to Ariadne.

As far as Clint was concerned, teaming up was just a surefire way to get a knife in your back or to have to stick a knife in someone else's back for no reason other than survival.

And he's going to just tune out this part of the conversation as he's pretty sure it's personal on trenchcoat's part and nothing at all to do with him.

"We're acquainted, yes," she replied mildly, deciding that that did indeed answer her question. This was definitely Dean's Cas.

Her eyes flicked between them again, and she thought that the pair of them were probably well suited to having her as a Mentor. They both seemed quiet, keeping to themselves unless it was necessary. Though it was probably a complete fluke.

Cas stared at her with a slightly confused look on his face. He wasn't sure if this was a good or a bad thing. He looked toward the other man and then back down at his hands, unsure of what to do now. Were these people suppose to be his allies, could he trust them? He could at least find out what information they had on this place.

"What is the point of a death match where no one really dies?" Perhaps they had been told the answer to this.

"Isn't it obvious?" Clint asked. He was pretty sure he'd figured that one out. "Entertainment. Crowd control. Rome 2.0."

"Something like that," she added, nodding to Clint to confirm his thoughts. Better than thinking too hard on the way Cas was staring at her; it was a little bit disconcerting. "It used to be that they didn't bring people back, but times changed. Now they have us, and now it's purely entertainment, as far as I can tell."

Castiel said nothing as he sat down. The idea wasn't shocking, he had seen what happened in Rome, but it was scary that beings with that mentality now had this sort of power.

It was never a good thing when people with the power of God had the mindset of greedy children. He had been running into this far too often lately.

"Are we just suppose to sit here?"

Clint snorts at that, but he doesn't say anything. He's also pretty damn sure they're being monitored wherever they are.

"Right now?" She asked, clarifying with a small tip of her head, "Or in general? Because there's not really much we can do right now, either way. Not with the curfew in place."

Clint was right - they were being monitored. It was why Ariadne's reply was vague at best, more noncommittal than anything else. Even if it didn't really help anyone.

"I am just not used to being the one being watched." Which was more true than he knew. It was very unsettling being the one under constant watch.

"Welcome to the freak show," Clint muttered, shaking his head. He was pretty used to an audience but this was ridiculous.

Cracking a small smile at the pair of them, Ariadne merely ducked her head for a moment, thinking over her next words. "I wouldn't say we're freaks, per se. Entertainment, yes; and I suppose that, depending on your definition of it..." She trailed off, waving a dismissive hand.

"Did either of you have anything you wanted to know?"

"Any survival suggestions, besides those already stated?" Castiel had a book full of questions, but now that some one was offering answers it was hard to remember them all.

"Get the other guy before he gets you?"

"Finding someone you don't distrust quite as much as everyone else helps too." She couldn't really say 'that you trust' - that was suggesting that any of them actually trusted anyone else. She would actually put money on the bet that Clint didn't trust her as far as he could throw her, and she couldn't exactly blame him for that; Cas, she couldn't get a read on.

"I have someone I trust here." Possibly more, but that was yet to be seen. Honestly Dean was really all he needed.

Clint nodded at that. He did too, but he wasn't about to say as much. Trust was a dangerous proposition.

Glancing between the pair of them, she decided that it was probably better not to pry. She'd really just met them, and if they had people they trusted at all, they were already better off than she'd started. That was saying something.

"All right. That's good." Ariadne paused, thinking over what else a Mento might tell a Tribute, eyes flicking to the side briefly. "How are either of you at basic survival skills?"

Cas had to think about that for a minute. Before the arena he would have thought that that wasn't going to be a problem,but he wasn't sure now.

"I don't need food,or sleep. I can fight fairly well, but I'm still getting used to not having my Grace."

"I do all right." Survival was kind of his thing, after all. In any circumstance. And he had field training enough to manage in most places.

He glanced at Castiel. "Lose your girlfriend?"

"Your Grace?" She frowned, levelling a curious stare at him. At least they were capable. That made her life considerably easier; she kept lucking out in that regard.

"I am an angel of the lord, and I do not date." He said matter of fact. He didn't think that he had a need to conceal the fact he was an angel. It didn't seem to matter at all here.

"My Grace is the power bestowed upon me by god." He explained calmly.

"Oh, right. Of course," Clint said, rolling his eyes. "Should have known."

Ariadne didn't look at all surprised, though that was probably more of a tell that she'd heard things ahead of time than it should have been. On the other hand, they may just put it off to her never being surprised by anything. Also not that untrue.

"They took everyone's powers away to level the playing field; it makes sense."

"What doesn't make sense to me is how they have to the power to take away the grace of an angel of the lord." Castiel looked down at the floor. He honestly wasn't sure what to do at this point. Was he just suppose to go along with their game.

Clint was torn between buying and not buying this 'angel of the lord' story. He'd seen a lot of crazy shit, but this guy? He was right up there on the Scale of Insanity.

"The same way they take away anybody's anything. Hate to break it to you, buddy, but you are nobody's special snowflake here."

As to the point and completely unsugarcoated as Clint's words were, she had to admit, he had a point. None of them were special there, no matter what they were. "It's true. I don't claim to know how they've done any of this, but if they can pluck us from wherever we're supposed to be, I don't really think it's that far out of the realm of imagination to think that they're capable of taking away an angel's grace."

Castiel looked at Clint with a confused and slightly frustrated expression. He really wasn't sure why he was implying that Castiel was frozen water molecules.

"The contestants are chosen completely at random?" He had seen some contestants that hardly looked like they knew how to defend themselves. That didn't seem to make for a very competitive game.

Clint was kind of curious on that one too, so he turned to Ariadne.

"It seems so," she told them both with a mild frown. "I can't see any way the Capitol actually chooses them. It doesn't seem to have any rhyme or reason to it, not that I can tell."

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