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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[tributevisitors]

"Well, I won't pry, then. If this isn't a dream, have you been told how long I'm staying? I'm getting the feeling it isn't permanent."

Many cruel things have been said about Diana in her life, most relating to what people see as her soft and naive nature. No one has ever accused her of being stupid, though, and she's already observed the temporary nature of the people around her.

"I haven't been told much of anything." She smiles. "It won't kill you to share a bed again, will it?"

[futilecycle]

He had meant to pretend the Capitol's attention was not on them, but at Diana's comment Sigma turns a shade of pink and his eyes reflexively bounce from her to the cameras. "Diana!" he hisses through his teeth, not in scolding but in surprise. He was certain there were very few Capitolites that cared about his love life, but if there were even the remotest chance, he didn't want his private life to be used as fodder for their tabloids.

And what a scandalous thing to say. For whatever embarrassment and discomfort Sigma had doled out in his ignorant youth, Diana's wit had given him his just desserts.

He recovers slowly, the blush on his cheeks never quite fading. It would be lovely to share his bed with her one last time... Even so much as feeling her presence at his side as they slept, her scent on the sheets... well, would be a dream. It is such a soothing thought that, for a moment, all of the Capitol's tricks are forgotten.

"...I suppose it wouldn't," he admits quietly. He can't help but wonder exactly what Diana has in mind, but clears his throat and continues on: "I do not know how long you will be here, but you are always welcome with me..." He takes her hand once more, firmly, without intention of letting go for some time. "I'll show you where it is, love. Let's find ourselves some privacy."