thecapitol | open spectator log because why not

Who| Anyone who wants to spectate but doesn't want to make a million logs
What| Spectations, spectactling, spectalary. Gathering together to cross fingers and watch the mini arena.
Where| The Commons
When| All through the mini-arena. However many hours people feel the need to watch.
Warnings/Notes| Watching your friends die, kind of a huge bummer.

In one of the many tasteful bursts of helpfulness the Capitolites are prone to having, the commons are full of bowls of snacks and drinks. Popcorn or many varieties, candy and drinks are spread across the table, as if it's a delightful addition to the decorum right now. In another bout of helpfulness, there's also over a dozen tissue boxes spread across the room, nested between couches and chairs. Basically, it's all super tasteful.

It's probably a little sickening watching the Arena on the screens in the common room, but it's hard not to keep a close eye on your friends. Surely some people will opt to keep their viewing in private, but perhaps others are inclined to gravitate toward other people while this shit goes all the way down.

As far as parties go, this one is a real stinker.

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"That's a relief," Starkiller says after she's finished explaining. "Here I thought you intended on trying to fall in love. I would've been really unimpressed."

As if Starkiller is ever impressed with anything. "So. What is it you plan on doing with this information, when you've studied it enough?" As a mentor, he doesn't see how she can use it to her advantage. In the arena, maybe it would come in handy. It could break alliances, or emotionally cripple someone. But outside of it? The effects aren't nearly as great.

She chuckles and managed to hide her embarrassment with practiced ease. Unfortunately it was worse then that because she was afraid she was already falling in love.

"Well to better understand love and it's power means I can more skillfully encourage and drive my tributes to victory. A happy tribute is a healthy tribute and more willing to train and fight."

"On top of that, love is a useful tool in swaying wealthy benefactors for gifts to the tributes."

Starkiller really has no room to judge her, considering his own conflicting feelings in regards to a certain someone. In a way, maybe he's just being overly critical because of that. Bury it under a huge mass of criticism and judgment so that it can't get to him.

"You want to motivate them with the power of love?" The idea was... odd to him. "Isn't that allowing your tributes to give into a weakness? Though you do have a point; it's probably good for getting sponsors."

"Not the power of love, the promise of it." She corrected him "The pleasure it can bring. Love itself is motivation, and motivation is strength." She explained.

"If the promise of being able to protect or be with those they love is what they need to do anything to stay alive then I would be foolish not to take advantage of it."

"I see," he said. He supposed he understood, even if he still didn't necessarily approve. "As long as you don't plan on trying to motivate me with such tactics, then I won't judge you too harshly."

As if anyone could motivate him with love.

Ha.

HahahaHans.

"But let's change the subject. You've spent a great deal of time training Hans and so have I. Do you think he has a chance at winning this?"

She simply smirked, deciding it wasn't necessary to explain why she had no reason to motivate him for now.

"Oh absolutely." She turned her attention back to the screen where her face tightened as she watched Princess Elsa sacrifice herself to save another tribute. The blond princess was crushed by falling logs.

There was a hush over the room for a moment before the chatter started back up.

"Well anyway, yes I believe he has everything required to win such a unique challenge. It all depends on how he uses the skills he has."

Starkiller had lost track of what was going on in the arena because of their conversation, but when Azula looked towards the screen, he did as well. His eyebrows raised in mild surprise when the blonde sister pushed the other woman out of the way, only to be crushed by the logs. A small, amused smile subtly played at his lips. Maybe it was pretty mean of him to take amusement in her death, especially as they were all under the impression that it was permanent, but he couldn't help be relieved.

He had no positive feelings when it came to the Arendelle sisters. He disliked each one for various reasons, but Elsa specifically for being the reason Hans had died the previous arena. Without her around, Starkiller was sure that Hans would be better off.

Starkiller forced the amusement from his expression when Azula spoke up again, though his eyes were more alive than they had been a few moments ago. "I would say what just happened benefits him well," he said with a nod. "Now I can't see anyone who might stand in his way."

"At least not in the way that she did." Azula agreed with her own faint smirk.

"Do you believe he harbors feelings for her? The way the gossip rags claim? I didn't believe so but I have been mistaken before when it comes to interpersonal relationships."

Azula would be much more tense if she believed what the Capitol had told the tributes about their death being permanent. The entire party atmosphere would likely be more tense if everyone knew but the threat had been made in secret to the tributes before the arena. To Azula and everyone around them it was just another arena.

Just another day of death and murder for sport.

That was a good question, and Starkiller realized that he didn't have an answer right away. He would've liked to be able to say that no, he didn't think Hans could possibly have feelings for Elsa, but how was he to know? It wasn't as if the man had a good track record- he was with Anna of all people. Hans and Elsa spent a lot of time together... But Hans seemed to be an honest man. Would he really play both sisters that way?

"... I think that's his business," Starkiller finally said. He might've sounded a little harder than he intended, but he couldn't help it. "She might be more tolerable than the brown haired one, but she's still too cowardly. But as I said, it's his business."

"Unfortunately, his business is my business." Azula reasoned letting her eyes trail over a plate of cookies and collecting a few for herself.

"Even if it didn't matter what the public wanted to know about him, it effects his state of mind and motivation which is what I need to work with if I'm going to train him and improve him as a person."

"If it really matters so much, then you're asking the wrong person," Starkiller said dismissively. He didn't like the idea of Azula prying so damn much, but he wasn't going to say anything. "If he really did care for her, I'm sure he would have made sure he was by her side. She wouldn't have died just now if that were the case."

"Excellent point." She acknowledged crunching into a cookie thoughtfully and chewing it up politely.

When she swallowed she continued "Do not sell yourself short." She added "Just because you don't particularly agree or understand matters of the heart doesn't mean you don't understand people. After all as strong as you are, as smart as you are, you are still human. A superior human that should be respected. A human that others should aspire to of course...but human. And that means you have that much of a connection with which to learn from them and their mistakes."

At least, that's what she told herself.

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