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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[shenunigans]

The fact that a single comment has Bro sniffing himself like that is telling of his insecurities, but Dave can hardly notice it. He's thinking too hard on everything else. The fact that Bro is here, in the flesh, sniffing his armpit and it's a little bit like old times and nothing like them at all at the same time. It's a hard line of thinking for a young Dave to process.

"I smell great." He immediately defends. "I have a new cologne. It's French. It's." He doesn't know French.. What did he eat for breakfast again? "Omelet du fromage."

Yeah, that sounds right, but the victory doesn't last long. He's tensing up again when Bro strides over. He's really larger than life to Dave now. He always held him up at hero status, then he died like one. Having him walk right up to him like this is something he never thought he'd experience before. "Who the fuck are you? The ghost of Christmas obvious? You're still ancient compared to me, man." Were. Whatever. "Hey, if you can fit through the door frame, do you wanna blow this popsicle stand?" The quirk of his brow indicates that being alone would be much, much better right now.

[plushaeusrumpified]

Bro gives Dave an unimpressed look. "So you rubbed a fucking omelette under your pits." That sounds fucking gross and he gives Dave's hair a ruffle before pushing him backwards by the side of the head.

"And hey, making ghost jokes is one of those 'too soon' things, yo. Don't be so damn insensitive." Yeah, he really doesn't fucking care. It's not like he died for no reason, he did it to protect Dave's ass. Even if it was a feathery Dave. But whatever, that's beside the point.

"But yeah. Let's bail, I'm bored of this place. Please tell me there's something more exciting than this?" Because so far he isn't very impressed with what he's seen. "Where the shit are we, anyway? They told me jack shit. Then again, they offered me a shower. I don't look a gift shower in the mouth." Showers are his weakness right along with plush asses- the only thing that would make either of them better is to pair the two.