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]

"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."