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[gamemakers]

WHO| Everyone
WHAT| Backstage for a round of interviews with the one and only Caesar Flickerman
WHEN| The closing ceremonies of Arena 02.
WHERE| A stage set up in one of the ballrooms of the Training Center
WARNINGS/NOTES| Find a setting in the threads below to tag into! A post will be made later for the actual interviews themselves.

It was clear the Capitol was nervous.

After the accidental trigger of the pod last celebration, this round the Capitol was "treating" the audience to one on one interviews with all the Tributes. A treat meant to keep everyone tucked at home for viewing parties.

The south wing of the Training Center had been made into a high security studio, light flooding one of the large ballrooms, while the tributes themselves were shuffled into dressing rooms and primped by their stylists, prepared to go on stage by their mentors, and generally left to wait their turn.

Comments

haters to the left, district six all up in here.

[buildingreality]

Ariadne figures that there are worse fates that standing around being made up for hours on end, even if it isn't exactly one she would have chosen for herself. She honestly has no idea how many stylists are currently trying to make her over, and she's getting a little bit dizzy from their brightly coloured selves whirling around her. Clearing her throat, she tries to glance over her shoulder to ask for a glass of water from the one pinning her dress, but finds her face wrenched forward again so they can finish her makeup.

Bleh. Interviews.

Re: haters to the left, district six all up in here.

[ssa_derekmorgan]

Derek let out a quiet sigh of relief when the stylist left the room for a bit to deal with other stuff. He didn't really care what they had to deal with as long as he could be left alone even for one second.

"Hey," he said, giving her a small smile. "Are you okay?"

[buildingreality]

Her own sigh of relief was much louder than his, her brows tugged together in a frown that the other stylists were already tutting to themselves over. She glanced over to Derek, glad for the company even though there were a number of other distracts in that very same room with them.

"I will be. You'd think they would realise we're not just dolls," Ariadne stated, her expression imploring that he agree with her.

[ssa_derekmorgan]

"We wouldn't be sitting here if they realized that," he said. "I can't wait for this to be over. I have no interest to be shown off like some show dog."

[buildingreality]

"You don't have a choice," she replied, perhaps a bit dryly. She couldn't even recognise herself in the mirror; part of her wished that no one she knew ever showed up, just so they wouldn't have to see her like this. "That's why you're here."

[ssa_derekmorgan]

"I know but it doesn't make it any less uncomfortable or less wrong."

[buildingreality]

Ariadne shrugged a little, as best she could in the tight dress-cum-sculptural piece. "I didn't say it would. It's better to go along with it." Her words were cut off towards the end by another stylist, pinching her mouth into a pout so she could apply a bright lipstick.

[ssa_derekmorgan]

He smirked a little, grateful that while he had to have make up applied on him, he didn't need to put on lipstick. "When this is over, I'm going back to my room and be alone for the rest of the night."

[buildingreality]

"Good luck," she tried to tell him, making a noise of annoyance when the stylist finally released her from the grip of steel. Massaging the sides of her mouth, where she was sure to bruise like a peach, she glanced over at Derek, "At least you don't have to worry about the mentors for now. Our escort, however..."

[ssa_derekmorgan]

He nodded slowly, tapping his feet impatiently. "Just focus on what we have to do now. Worry about the rest later," he said softly, "You'll drive yourself crazy if you worry about everything else that will be happening."

[buildingreality]

"They're just interviews," she murmured, wondering if she was speaking more for her benefit or his. Probably her own.

"It's hard," Ariadne admitted after a moment, looking almost sheepish for a split second. "Not thinking about everything else."

[ssa_derekmorgan]

He grinned. "I'm not asking you to be selfish," he said with a smile, "Just focus on yourself for now. Take a deep breath, close your eyes and try to relax."

[buildingreality]

She smiled softly, dropping her eyes to her hands for a moment, perfectly manicured at this point; her eyes fell closed briefly as she exhaled, trying to relax as much as she could. Trying to relocate herself mentally to the warehouse back in Paris, as long as it soothed her for a while.

"You're right; this helps."

[ssa_derekmorgan]

"Happy to help," he grinned.

Before he could say another word, one of the stylists rushed into the room again. "Derek Morgan," she said, grabbing his arm, "You're next. Someone will come get you soon! Don't mess up your suit!" she warned before wandering off to another room.

[buildingreality]

Her eyes open again slowly, only halfway when she realises the stylist isn't there for her, when she realises that her own is still off gathering up something else. Hopefully not some ridiculous scarf like she had been done up with at one of the recent parties. "So you're leaving me to their mercy, it sounds like," Ariadne states, offering a small chuckle.

[ssa_derekmorgan]

"What can I say?" he shrugged. "I'm very popular..."

[buildingreality]

"I have no doubt," she tells him, vaguely amused. "Good luck out there."

[ssa_derekmorgan]

"You too," he grinned, before he left the room.