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Who| Kankri Vantas & OPEN
What| Settling in, meeting new people
Where| District 5 apartments at first, then generally exploring around the Tributes' area
When| Just after his arrival, some days after Enjolras' crowning
Warnings/Notes| Warning for Kankri being his annoying self, pretty much. Also, his first chronological threads will be with Claudia and the Initiate, but beyond that timing will pretty much be in the order of tagging.

Really, Kankri found the entire concept of this place absolutely deplorable. He would have no part of it. But until he could find some way to escape his captors, it wouldn't hurt to familiarize himself with the layout of the place. And also to find something to eat, he was quite famished at the moment.

He started in the suite of the district he'd been assigned and herded to like cattle, of course, but soon enough he was meandering all through the building, taking note of its occupants and features with various degrees of disapproval. He wasn't entirely sure of how to approach anyone yet, but he supposed it wouldn't hurt to try for the sake of information.

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It's odd to feel a warm handshake - Kankri is used to most everyone being cooler than him. "Pleased to meet you, Venus."

He sighs, shaking his head. "I confess I have some trouble comprehending the idea that this would be...natural. I know death comes to everyone, but usually not...multiple times." He sounds more scared and tired than judgmental for once.

"Well, I'd say you get used to it, but it's kind of a matter of personality there." She shrugs again and scratches the back of her neck. "Anyway, I won't kill you out there unless I have to. Way too much drama the last time I killed a roommate."

"I don't want to get used to it," he mutters petulantly. "But I, ah, I appreciate that."

"Oh, boy, you'll like Enjolras, then. He lives down the hall and he's all about not selling our humanity out to the Capitol." Venus rolls her eyes, but there's affection in her tone. "Careful, he'll lecture you on it."

"Technically, I don't have humanity to sell." WOW, KANKRI MADE A JOKE. He's even got a tiny smile on. Wonder of wonders. "Isn't he the latest...winner? I think I heard something about that."

"Everyone's got humanity. Even black holes. Believe me, I know." Well, not exactly a black hole, but what else are you going to call sentient dark matter?

Venus gestures with her book. "Yeah, he won and he's not too happy about it. If you don't mind, be gentle with him? I mean, you're just getting into the swing of this and he's having a big life adjustment, so kindness is key, let's not rock the boat, everyone goes home happy, yada yada."

She may be a bit protective of Enjolras. Not like she'd ever say any of that in front of him.

He huffs a little. "That's rather speciesist of you. And my first experience with humanity isn't going that well, anyway."

Kankri blinks - then nods. "Of course. I wouldn't be happy at succeeding in a cruel game that compromised my morals, so I understand. Are you friends?"

It's a strange (but encouraging) thought, that people could make friends here despite everything.

Venus knits her eyebrows together. "I didn't say we didn't all have a little bit of troll in us, too."

She cracks her neck and decides to brush it off. She isn't good at holding grudges. "You could say that. He's good people."

"Well, I don't know what kind of trolls you know, but the ones I've met here thus far are very different than at home." He shrugs. "From what I'm told, they're all from some place called 'Alternia,' which is quite different from my Beforus."

"I don't discriminate based on nationality. Or planet. Or whatever." Venus raises a hand. "I haven't really talked to any of them much, but the Initiate lives here too, and he's..."

Interesting.

Venus rests her fingertips on her lips. "I think he's the sort of person who might paint cats. And he needs to learn to use his indoor voice like no one's business."

"The Initiate?" Kankri frowns for a moment, before he realizes- "Oh. You mean Kurloz. I do agree he seems rather, ah, out of sorts."

That's putting it lightly. Still, he can hardly blame anyone for being distressed in this situation. He himself isn't taking it so well.

"Oh, he has a name? He's not always like that?" Venus fondles an earring, pouting thoughtfully. "I sort of yelled at him over the network a little while ago. I wonder if he's going to kill me in my sleep or if he's just going to keep stealing my yogurts out of the fridge."

Venus is possessive about her food, a'ight. She only just got tastebuds back for the first time in nine years. She wants her damn mango-flavored yogurts.

"Well- I can't speak for what he's like here," Kankri mumbles, shamefaced. Ugh, things he doesn't even wanna think about right now. "It's very complicated. Are you sure it's him taking them? Your, ah, yogurts, I mean."

"Eighty percent sure. Actually sixty percent sure. Honestly I don't know, but someone here can't read that I've put stickers with my name and logo all over them." She scooches in her seat, swinging her legs over the armrest and relaxing there.

"Oh, that's right. I'll probably have to learn to read again, won't I?" He sighs glumly. "But it could also be someone inconsiderate enough to take other people's food in the first place, regardless of literacy."

"That's why I put a logo on it, too. Maybe I should just lick everything before I put it in the fridge." She pouts. "You can't read?"

"I can read quite well in my language. But even if we can comprehend each other's speech I doubt we use the same written language," Kankri replies. "And if the symbols I've seen on various things are your written language, then yes, I'm afraid I can't read them at the moment."

"Ah, yeah, the ABC's. Well, you can always write your language with the other trolls, right? What language is it, anyway?"

Kankri hesitates a moment, then reluctantly replies, "While I and the other trolls share a species, we are actually from, ah, entirely different cultures. I'm not entirely sure that they would use Beforan or a variation on it."

"Huh, and yours is Beforan, because you're from Beforus?" Venus shrugs her lips and nods. "I guess that's easy enough to remember. Say, you have any skill with weapons?"

She doesn't seem to notice how quickly she's changed subjects.

"Precisely," Kankri starts to say, but then the topic changes so fast it leaves him more than a little bewildered.

"No," he replies after a moment of processing the question. "Beforus is- was, very strictly a peaceful culture, and due to my mutation I was raised in a very sheltered fashion. Even if that weren't the case, I'm quite strictly opposed to hurting others. I have no intention of killing anyone in this game our hosts have concocted."

"Well, not to disrespect your culture or anything, but you're going to want self-defense. And honestly, if you know how to disarm your opponent without getting lethal, you're less likely to get killed or kill them than if you go in not knowing anything." She raises her eyebrows. "Trust me, I'm a professional."

Kankri hesitates. "No, that does make sense," he murmurs after a moment. "I suppose that if I'm stranded in this sort of situation, it would be better to learn something like that. I'm just, as I said, quite inexperienced, so I don't even have a basis to begin from. I doubt I'll be able to do much for some time."

He sounds pretty glum. He is pretty glum, everything about this is awful.

"I'll meet you downstairs later today, if you want. She checks the clock on the wall, a garish piece of 'modern art' that looks to her like a coffee stain. "I work out at like, four p.m. I can teach you basic ways to disarm someone with a knife, since that's the most common weapon you see."

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