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

[amoral_savior]

"They call it Panam, which is actually not a reference to a nineteen sixties flight company. This is the Capitol." Clearly these people are genius of naming convention. "Who knows, probably because they wanted someone around who didn't scare the locals? Point it I'm here and stuck fighting some stupid game over and over again. No, actually the point is I'm about to actually make this place less boring and hopefully save lives." He shot Dominic a cheeky grin. "Isn't that just what you wanted?"

[tributevisitors]

"I saw the giant turtle. You may be scared of me but I think you're in the minority."

Mr. Dominic's never held such high hopes for Topher - it's been more about mitigating damage than it has been about turning moron boy genius in the right direction. His face hardens a little bit (even more than it already is). "What stupid game?"

[amoral_savior]

Topher smiled widely. "Isn't that cool? Real life Mutant Turtle." His childhood heroes were nearly real in this place, which should only put the whole Attic idea, but Turtles were just too cool for the Attic.

"The game, the game! Did they give you some orientation? Don't feed the animals, stay off the purple grass, oh, and every other month the locals like the Tributes to play a game to the not-death?"