thecapitol | (no subject)

Who| Everyone, pretty much. Particularly Secret Santa people and those Creuntus is fucking with.
What| Holiday times!
Where| The Tribute Training center
When| The whole week, but Creuntus' gifts arrive today.
Warnings/Notes| none atm. Please add any in thread headers. Also, for secret santa, if you are the giver start a thread with your giftee's name (unless you two have worked something else out between you). You can use the District threads below, or choose a different setting of your own.

Every floor public space is dripping with holiday decorations.

The decorations are themed, ridiculously so. Every surface is covered, and a table sits proudly full of holiday treats and spirits, kept stocked constantly by the avoxes. Cheerful music plays softly throughout the whole building, though luckily for everyone the Capitol doesn't really know what Christmas carols are.

Those with secret santa's have a cheery, passive-aggressive note reminding them not to disappoint anyone and ruin their holiday.

Those that have expressed a want for some object from home will find a box on their bed sometime during the day, with a merry holiday greeting from Cruentus. Inside they will find the object of their desire, or something similar, crafted from their words.

In blown glass. Pretty, decorative, utterly useless.

Bert's guns, Punchy's goggles, Sigma's music box, Maximus' leg, Mindy's knife, Terezi's dragon cane...on and on, as many gifts as Creuntus could find out. Those that were with them when they were pulled are more perfect replicas, those that they have just described obviously have an artistic touch to them.

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"Your heart? Your soul? Your best friend's severed head? I know not what lengths they would stop at."

Cuthbert is bitter and angry and he doesn't care who hears it. The Capitol did this to mess with him, he knows it, and just because it worked didn't make it right. He is fairly obsessed with his own pain at the moment.

He shakes his head slowly, going quiet. He doesn't feel like he knows enough about Cuthbert to know what he could have possibly gotten that would make him so upset. He picks at the blankets piled on his bed, frowning at his hands.

"I don't think they know where to draw the line, but..." He thinks back the the delicate rig he received, and he shakes his head. "But letting them get to you ith letting them win, ithn't it?"

"Some days there are no winners, only losers. And I, as always, am the very bottom of that pile. The worst. The lowest."

Bert balls his hands into fists beside him, not that it's easy to tell through the bandages. He leans over a little further, not wanting Psii to see the tears forming in his eyes.

The Psiioniic frowns, leaning forward and reaching to place his hand on Bert's shoulder. "Hey." He chews on his bottom lip, thinking over his words. "It'th...not like you're alone. I'm jutht ath fucked ath you are, tho...At leatht you have that, I gueth?"

He is probably being the opposite of helpful, but he...Doesn't know what else to say, and he wants for him to stop being so upset.

Cuthbert is actually pretty touched by that.

"We'll be fucked together, and not even the Capitol can take that away, aye?"

He leans up against the Psiioniic and just rests there.