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.

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[the_marshal]

Wyatt snorted, pushing his chair back from the table.

"No promises."

Standing, he glanced at a nearby peacekeeper - who made no move to stop them - and gestured for Doc to follow with a small wave. Beside them the camera hummed, buzzing along as it fell in with him.

"Come on, we'll get ya settled in."

[imyerdaisy]

Doc grinned, grabbing the jacket that he'd been given and throwing it on, all too happy to have Wyatt introduce him to the delicacies and delights of the Capitol. He glanced at the camera, but it didn't really bother him - after all, nothing here made much sense save for Wyatt himself, so it was easy to just tune it all out.

He was a man born in the fast pace of the industrial revolution, after all. Every year seemed to bring more mechanical delights.

He couldn't quite keep silent as they walked through the tribute tower - couldn't quite hold his tongue from making small exclamations every time they passed a particularly strange looking tribute - ("Is that a dragon?") - but it wasn't until they got out onto the street that they let out a long, low whistle.

"Well. That is something else," He said, as if he hadn't really believed it when just seeing it from the window.

[the_marshal]

"An' then some, ain't it?" Wyatt murmured from beside him, head tipping back to look up at the gleaming buildings around them. The blue sky, a distant narrow slice between the gleaming steel.

He took a moment, just to look, remembering well the first time he'd laid eyes on it, then he turned back to Doc.

"It ain't all like this. There's places out there - Districts, they call 'em - that ya wouldn't know from home."