Conscientia

[gamemakers]

WHO| Open
WHAT| Night life at the Speakeasy
WHEN| Evenings this week
WHERE| The Speakeasy
WARNINGS/NOTES| Feel free to use this party post style, or however you like if you would like to set any threads here.

The speakeasy was a classy joint. Wood panels, and soft velvet, and usually some kinda of live music, something mellow and easy to relax to. It was big, with low ceilings and with many back rooms, some easy to access, others less so. Easy to get lost in. And it gave off an air of class, of comfort, and being a part of something a little different from the rest. The kinda place where everybody knew your name, and everybody knew to be discreet about it.

It was the perfect place to grab a drink, sit, talk, and relax. No one over heard you, no one got in your business, but everyone was glad to talk if you wanted to find a friendly face. The owner, Conscientia, made her round every now and then, saying hello to her regulars, welcoming those who were new.

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[warbles]

"And all of this - it helps inside the arena." He leaned in then, hanging on every one of Cinna's words. "Sponsors help. They root for you?"

[setfires]

"Yes. When you're freezing their money will allow your mentor to send you a blanket. When you're dying of hunger or thirst, they'll send you water or food or even the means to get food or water. You go into the arena with no supplies, having sponsors will definitely help you."

[warbles]

"Make a name for myself," he said, nodding, knowing he could do that. He put the Warblers on the map - except, in this case, the Warblers were one for all, all for one. This was every man for himself. How was that fair?

"Why are you giving me this advice?" he finally asked. "Do I look like I need it?" Like he was the first to die in a horror movie? Because, if the cliche were true, he wouldn't be. He wasn't a slutty girl or a beefed up jock. But, he wasn't a virgin anymore so he was fair game after that.

[setfires]

"You look like you're new. That means you can use all the help you can get," Cinna replied. "Let's just say, that being someone raised in the Capitol I'm looking to make up for the way my culture has treated the children of other places."

[warbles]

"That's good of you," he said, meaning it. "I - I can hardly imagine what it's actually like growing up here. It must be --" He couldn't help but think about it. Even if you weren't a part of the hunger games, you witnessed them. Violence in the media. It did terrible things.

[setfires]

"People here are jaded to it. They need a wake up call," Cinna said after a moment. "But you need to make sure you're okay. You can start by focusing on everything I've told you."

[warbles]

"Desensitized," he nodded, agreeing. "I will. Thanks." He smiled.

[setfires]

Cinna nodded. After a moment he added, "I mean it about the credit, try to use it only for emergencies. If you find yourself needing to go out to get away from your suite, I understand, but it's not a good idea to let yourself get into debt here."

[warbles]

"Okay," he replied, taking that in. "I'll try not to use it. They provide food for us, don't they?" he asked, raising his eyebrows expectantly.

[setfires]

"Everything you get in the District Suites should be free to you. It's provided to you because you are a Tribute." Cinna hopes that doesn't change now that Tributes don't die in the Arena.

[warbles]

"How good of them, real selfless," he says, completely unable to hide the sarcasm that time.

[setfires]

Cinna makes a small gesture in his shoulders that shows that he agrees with Blaine's sarcasm.

"We used to take children from the Districts. From what I understand, most of them don't have enough to eat. It's meant to show what an honor it is to be chosen." He clearly doesn't think much of this 'honor' of it, but he doesn't say anything openly against it.

[warbles]

"And now, you take them from... everywhere," he said, an understanding settling into him. "Endless tributes to their heart's content."

[setfires]

"The last one didn't end very well for the Captiol. They had to change it to keep people interested," he sounded a little tired as he said it. "I suppose that doesn't help you much, does it?"

[warbles]

"I think any information helps." But, he didn't know. He still didn't know if he could trust Cinna. He sure thought he could. It'd been a pretty successful conversation so far. "But, not in any... helpful way, no."

[setfires]

Cinna winced slightly at the recognition of the lack of usefulness and then nodded. "Sorry about that. If I could offer you more help, I would."

[warbles]

"Don't apologize. You've done a lot, already." Really, Cinna, he was grateful. "And, as far as I can tell, you didn't have to. So, thank you. Again."

[setfires]

Cinna nodded. "If you take my advice and have any questions about our history, I'll be here to answer them. I spend a lot of time in District 12's suites if you need to seek me out."

[warbles]

"Okay," he replied. "I'll remember that."

[setfires]

"Do you want anything else for now? Maybe something to eat?"

[warbles]

He shrugged. "I guess I'm hungry." It was easy to forget things like that here.

[setfires]

"I'll get something for you," he suggested. "Unless you'd rather not?"

[warbles]

"I think I could do worse then dinner with a new friend," he said. "I like the gold eyeliner, by the way."