After some uncertain time...

[gruesome]

It wasn't the same room. Some was half sure of that. Nothing in it looked familiar or unfamiliar, but the view was wrong in some way. Lower. Better, he thought. Farther away from the sky. His sharp-toothed mentor told him, in a barrage of other details, that whatever he'd gotten up to in District Eight before, he was in Two now, and he had better get into shape. He stared out his window until she left, letting his breath fog up the tinted glass and hide details of the sharp-edged city outside. Nothing out there looked familiar, at all. How long had he been... elsewhere?

When he was sure she wasn't about to come back, he slipped out of his room himself, leaving everything he'd been given on arrival on his bed, to explore empty-handed and see just how far the fragments could take him. He followed voices and scents, looking for familiar faces. He was careful to make some noise, not wanting to sneak up on anybody. They were all here to kill each other. No sense in provoking that early.

[Some is slinking around, confused with some partial memory loss from his extended time away. He's starting on District Two's floor, since that's his new home, but he'll also be in the elevator, peering into any other floor, and investigating just generally the entire building. He's looking for anyone who rings a bell, but the thread is wide open for any and all. (Since it's been a while, he looks like this, and stands almost eight feet tall.)]

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[polyturtle]

There was one scent that probably stood out. Not because it was unique, but it was a scent that had been around, one that indicated that he, unlike Some, had not had the benefit of being taken away to a new place. Still in District 9, still a turtle. It lay in the Training Center as well, stronger than it had been before.

It was in the Training Center that Don was. His training was not quite as it had been before the previous Arena - not as angry or at least, not as explosive of an anger. Because Don was still angry, but it was like a blaze that exploded out of a barrel of explosives, doused by a downpour save for
a small flame in the corner. He still wasn't sure what he was going to do, but at the very least, the turtle Some was going to find had had a few sobering moments since they last passed one another.

[gruesome]

He followed the scent from the elevator, caught by the hint of familiarity. Down on all eight, he gave most humans he passed a wide birth, crest half-raised, until he neared the source and heard the sounds of physical effort. He took a moment to puzzle out the door of the Training Room, and slunk inside, eyes narrowed against the light, looking for the turtle.

[polyturtle]

And there he was, practicing with swords. He was just finishing up, putting them away, and heading towards a bench where he could sit and stop for a moment.

He didn't see Some, or even realize someone else was in the room, caught up as he was in his own thoughts. At least, not yet.

[gruesome]

Some was all too happy to wait until the blades were put away. But once they were, he stepped away from the side of the room with a cautious smile.

"Don? Donatello?" He was a little less certain about the whole name. Was he saying it right?

[polyturtle]

That voice. Don's head instantly came up, looking left, then right.

"Some?"

[gruesome]

Some waved a little with one forefoot, all four arms folded nervously behind his back.

"Am I interrupting, or were you finished?"

[polyturtle]

"No, I'm finished." There's the ghost of a smile on Don's face. "I thought you were gone for good. You didn't seem to come back after the Arena."

[gruesome]

"I didn't. Just today." Something in his gut seems to ease, though, at the confirmation that something was, in fact, wrong. "And something's a little..." He waved fingers in front of his eyes; hazy. "Still. I hope I have some time before the next."

[polyturtle]

"...Still?"

The ghost of that smile left Don's face.

"What do you mean?" He slowly walked over to look at the grue closer. "Did they do something to you?"

[District 2]

[mediumdrip]

Blaine was surprised to see the grue in the suite rooms. Startled, even. He ended up dropping the vid in his hands before he reminded himself that grues, at least the one that he had interacted with, had been okay outside of the arena.

Then he frowned a bit as he realized that the coloring and shape of this grue were pretty familiar. Though that didn't really mean anything, not when he had no idea how you'd start to tell grues apart.

"Some?" he still asked, uncertain.

[gruesome]

There was only one real option for grue coloring, but it was definitely the same shape. Just as thin, just as awkwardly put-together. The dropped vid made Some startle back, standing tall against the door from his new room. For a moment, there was no recognition in his face, just nervousness. He stared at the human, turning his head slightly back and forth to see him with more than just his two main eyes.

He knew him. He took a deep breath, feeling the nerves fade back, and nodded. "Blaine... right?"

[mediumdrip]

Blaine nodded. "That's right," he said. He smiled a bit at having it be a grue he knew. Well, the only one he knew. "You're back."

[gruesome]

"Yes... back." He managed a smile, the fur on his face hiding the strange. "I think they lost me for a while. This is my district now," he added, with a little gesture of his forefoot. "I am not sure why the change."

[mediumdrip]

"Oh," Blaine said with a small smile. "That's good." He wasn't sure about that wording now that it came out. It was good to see the grue because he was familiar (and he reminded Blaine of the people they had both been loyal to), but it wasn't 'good' to be here again. Not if it meant he was at the whim of the Capitol. "Has any one shown you around? It's like most of the other suites, but I could give you a small tour?"

[gruesome]

"Yes, please? I haven't really had the chance, yet." He brightened, partly through sheer will. "Have you been well?"

[mediumdrip]

"About as well as can be expected," Blaine said. He started to move around the suite then, showing Some the main rooms, and pointing out which of the bedrooms belonged to which of the Tributes. While they did that, he looked curiously at him.

"Did you go home?"

[gruesome]

Some followed at his side, close enough to brush shoulders, taking in the tour with mostly quiet absorption. At Blaine's question, though, his steps slowed.

"Oh... no. I don't think so."

[amplifying]

Beck was technically in District 2. But honestly, he didn't really go out to see anything, or anyone. He stayed stowed away in his room, learning about the User body, or some mechanical things here or there. He was becoming a replica of Tron- isolated.

Tron didn't have the opportunity to leave though. He did.

For once, he steps out of his room. The User body required constant nourishment, and he had to give it what it wanted. Beck walked slowly, keeping his head down low...until He ran into someone. Or something.

He was taken a little off guard.

"S-sorry. Accident."

Don't eat him, please...

[gruesome]

"Oh, no, my fault, I am sorry." Some held up four hands, backing down a step from the stranger. "I was... distracted. Just back today."

[amplifying]

Back again.......?
Oh.

Beck sagged, feeling rather stupid for his initial reaction. "It's kitchen d of weird, huh?" He offered Some a small little smile.

[gruesome]

He smiled uneasily back, showing a lot of small, sharklike teeth in his two mouths. "Being back? Better than being gone."

[amplifying]

That was scary...

Beck ignored that, and turned his head to the side. "I don't understand."

[gruesome]

"I was- Sorry, I am sorry. I don't... have we met? Everything is a little..." He wobbled a hand in the air, trying to look a little more put-together, a little less stunned.

[amplifying]

"I, I don't think so." He paused. "I haven't seen you before, anyway." After knowing that this disappeared and came back, he kind of felt bad. It was a familiar story...

"I'm Beck. It's good to meet you."

[gruesome]

"Some." He offered him a hand, long and thin with six fingers. "I was here before, in... District Eight, I think."