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thecapitol2014-03-22 10:48 am
capitolprivilege) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-22 10:48 am
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WHO| Stephen Reagan and the D6 tributes/mentors
WHAT| The former D6 Escort is back at his old job and wants to meet all his new Tributes. The Neverending Quell is so exciting!
WHEN| Saturday and Sunday.
WHERE| Tribute Tower, D6 suite
WARNINGS| Catch-all warning for a guy who's swallowed all of the Capitol's bullshit, plus whatever you bring with you.
For most of March 22 and 23, there was a new figure in the D6 common rooms. It wouldn't be hard to guess that he was a Capitol native -- the too-smooth skin, the lightly applied glittery-blue guyliner, and the precious stones that lined one ear were enough to give that away. He sat comfortably in the D6 common room, dressed in an ice-blue suit, sipping intermittently at something expensive and bubbly. Most of his attention was on the tablet on his lap, but whenever someone came in, his head immediately snapped up. He broke into a broad smile as he stood, crossed the room, and offered his hand (the suit cuff was lined with some kind of sparkly fabric that really shouldn't be able to reflect that much light) to the newcomer.
"Hello, hello! It's so good to meet you in person at last."
WHAT| The former D6 Escort is back at his old job and wants to meet all his new Tributes. The Neverending Quell is so exciting!
WHEN| Saturday and Sunday.
WHERE| Tribute Tower, D6 suite
WARNINGS| Catch-all warning for a guy who's swallowed all of the Capitol's bullshit, plus whatever you bring with you.
For most of March 22 and 23, there was a new figure in the D6 common rooms. It wouldn't be hard to guess that he was a Capitol native -- the too-smooth skin, the lightly applied glittery-blue guyliner, and the precious stones that lined one ear were enough to give that away. He sat comfortably in the D6 common room, dressed in an ice-blue suit, sipping intermittently at something expensive and bubbly. Most of his attention was on the tablet on his lap, but whenever someone came in, his head immediately snapped up. He broke into a broad smile as he stood, crossed the room, and offered his hand (the suit cuff was lined with some kind of sparkly fabric that really shouldn't be able to reflect that much light) to the newcomer.
"Hello, hello! It's so good to meet you in person at last."
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Those were thoughts for another time.
"I am fairly sure that all older siblings believe they know best."
She takes the crystalline glass of water brought back by the Avox--perfectly clear, like air, unlike the water (and the air, for that matter) back in her District. And very slightly sweet. Honestly, she preferred the taste of grit.
"But if they were dangerous, well." That was not so new. Plenty of the Mentors were dangerous. Ziva was dangerous. "The security here is very high, just as it has always been."
Her head tilts slightly. "As for your family's reputation, I do not believe that anything these Games could do would sully it."
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The first possibility doesn't even cross Stephen's mind.
"You're probably right," says Stephen breezily. "But enough about me. What about you? What about District 6?" He shifts in his chair, leaning forward eagerly. "It's been over a year since I've been here. What did I miss?"
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"I shall shortly offer my assistance in the training facility. Perhaps some of them can be taught. But this...extended format brings an element of strategy that I am not particularly skilled in."
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"What can you tell me about the new Tributes?"
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"There are a few that are skilled. If they actually tried, they might be able to win." She shrugs. "That is my concern. Not much else."
It's...distinctly more callous than before, when Ziva would actually try to interact with them. At least to the point where she'd be able to answer Stephen's question with a greater level of detail. Of course, there were more of them now--but with Ziva's normal attention to detail, keeping track of even the number of Tributes here now shouldn't be difficult.
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"You think they aren't trying?" he prompted, asking her to elaborate. The idea is strange to him, that a tribute would not try to win the Hunger Games.
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"They come back. The people of the Districts are not theirs. Why would they be as...motivated as we were?" Yes, that's a good word. Or at least the best she can think of.
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He ponders Ziva's words, turning them over in his mind. You can see him thinking as he looks down at his hands. "I hadn't considered that," he says, frowning. "But now that you mention it, it makes sense. It would explain all the pacifistic alliances we've been seeing." He looks back up at Ziva as a thought strikes him. "But if it's a reluctance to kill that's keeping them from giving the Games all they've got, wouldn't the fact that nobody they kill stays dead help to compensate for that? Wouldn't that make killing easier?"
He says, casually discussing mass murder like there's nothing wrong with it.
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"And anyway, it is not an absolute that they will be brought back, from what I understand. Some of them may not want to take the chance. Or see hope in it, that if they hold out long enough, that their circumstances may change. I suppose. It is what I would think."
i apologize for this ignorant idiot
He concedes the point to her superior knowledge. "Well, you are the expert," he says. "I'll take your word for it. I'm sorry -- I hope I didn't offend you."
However, the seriousness of the point itself seems lost on him.
oh darling. /pats head
"You did not." She shrugs. "It is what it is."
She sips at her too-sweet water again, smiling playfully. Well past time to redirect this conversation.
"Surely you did not just waste away in boredom while you were gone. That is not like you, Stephen."
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