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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[setfires]

"No, I'm sorry. I wasn't able to find someone like that until recently myself. I wouldn't begin to know how to help you. Have you been getting along with the other Tributes?"

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"How well can you get along with people who have to knife you in the back every few weeks?" He reaches up to chew his fingernails, then manages to catch himself and pauses.

[setfires]

"It depends on how much you can compartmentalize."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Howard frowns in confusion. "What's that mean? The word, I mean."

[setfires]

"It means mental making boxes to keep yourself in. Make more than one of you in your mind; the real you, the you in the Arena, the you in front of the cameras here. Keep them separate, and protect the real you at all costs."

Cinna's tone of voice was very conversational, but what he was saying revealed a deep truth of himself. He was excellent at this, and it was very rare for people to know the 'real' him.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Howard looks a little distracted as he listens, but the truth is that he's listening very closely. He's never heard of doing this before but he knows he's engaged in it himself in the past.

But then again, he doesn't really have any idea who the 'real' him might be. Just this distorted idea of a person going through various traumas - he has little to no idea what's him and what's just reactions to stress.

"Thanks. I should, um." He gestures to the people. "I should mingle. You know. Thanks for this."

[setfires]

"It's the least I could do. Good luck. If you need help and there's something I can do, let me know."