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[capitolprivilege]

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."

Comments

[capitolprivilege]

"Yes," says Stephen, enthusiastically and unequivocally. "Absolutely. You are meant to kill in and only in the Arena."

[asmilinggod]

"Well!"

It's said almost with a sigh, a relieved laugh, and a gentle relaxing of the shoulders.

"Then I do understand it all correctly. You really don't need to worry about little old me, Stephen. I'll acclimate just fine."

[capitolprivilege]

"Excellent." A broad smile crosses Stephen's features -- not quite so broad as Kevin's, but certainly more natural -- and he stands. "I'm looking forward to working with you, Kevin. I'm sure you'll do just fine here."

He offers his hand to Kevin, one last time -- ignoring the gore for the sake of politeness.

[asmilinggod]

"Why, thank you, Stephen! I so look forward to our blossoming professional relationship."

The handshake was firm (and still sticky), without a trace of irony.

If nothing else, Kevin could abide by professional courtesy.

[capitolprivilege]

It took every ounce of politeness Stephen possessed to keep his hand there until the handshake was concluded.

"If you'll excuse me, I have a few things I need to take care of." Like washing his hands and trying not to be sick. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to contact me. Helping you is my job, after all."

And with that, Stephen would turn, and disappear into one of the rooms, and if you listened closely, you might hear the sound of running water and deep breaths.