Thicker Than Blood Start

[gamemakers]

For Tributes with keen eyes, they'll notice that Peacekeeper presence seems increased and yet infinitely more ineffective in the last few weeks. Peacekeepers seem harried, as do the Stylists, and most of the Escorts titter and plot without alerting the Tributes as to what, exactly, is so exciting. They simply say that this weekend they'll know.

And so it happens that on the weekend in question, the Tributes are woken by their Escorts early and brought to a restaurant for a hearty breakfast. The restaurant is nothing spectacular, although they seem to be trying to make an impression on the television cameras that float around. The sleepy, cranky meal goes by and then the Tributes are led back to their Suites for a mandatory meeting.

Sitting on couches and the floor, in chairs and on windowsills, standing off to the side - people from the Tributes' homes are waiting to greet them in each District Suite. Some are confused, some accepting, some frightened and some elated to see their beloved. Either way, it should be an eventful reunion.

Comments

[tributevisitors]

"As I've said, you don't look dead. You think I don't know a body when I see it? You're the image of health right now, except your hair."

He sneers at her jab about him being a soldier.

"Received word."

[gardienne]

"Jessica cut it off." Eponine touches the bristles on her head self-consciously. "Madame Harley glued a wig to me - it was the only way to be rid of it." Though why she feels the need to explain that to her father, whom she is sure is not at all interested, is beyond Eponine. Her explanation dies when he confirms her mother's death though.

"Dead." It makes her feel a little bit emptier, a little bit more alone. But she shrugs, as if it is nothing. As if it doesn't hurt.

"Well, it is a good thing that a lady here wishes to be my Mama, no?"

/wrap

[tributevisitors]

"As long as they keep putting us up this way, it's not worth complaining about, at least." He feels some vague sense of loss - not mourning - for his devoted wife, if only because men like him so rarely find people who believe them to be sainted. His wife stayed besotted until the end, it seemed, possibly from lack of options.