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WHO| EVERYONE
WHAT| Effie is throwing a small scale party for just the tributes.
WHERE| The District 12 suite.
WHEN| Christmas
WARNINGS/NOTES| Secret Santa's are under the cut. Feel free to tag in whether you signed up for secret santa or not.

Effie had tried very hard to make this a party that was actually made for the tributes, not made to show them off.

She had tried very, very hard.

The food was what she had been able to investigate as “home” cooking for those she could track down, an odd arrangement of food that sometimes got close to the tributes home food, and sometimes was a terrible disaster. Blood pudding, for example, was a dish best avoided. But then it usually was.

The best hits reel had been her idea. It took a tense conversation with Haymitch and about 45 minutes to convince her that now, that wasn’t really what any Tribute wanted to see when they were trying to relax.

After that the party was much nicer, mellow music, holiday cheer and, for a holiday party, fairly low key. Lorne had karoke going in one room, while another had a large glittering Christmas tree and mellow music playing, with the District 12 windows wide open to show the snow covered city underneath.

Eliot-Neeshka
Kevin-Lottie
Valeria-Tony
Momoko-Draco
Alpha-Anna
Cinna-Momoko
Epoinine-Alpha
Alex-Jade
Jade-Ariadne
Neeshka-Eliot
Anna-Valeria
Lindsey-Glinda
Glinda-Annie
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Elliot-Alex
Lottie- Eponine
Annie-Jade
Tony-Glinda
Shepard-Lindsey
Draco-Kevin

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He's as confused as she is, perhaps.

"I'm sorry, cognes?"

"Oh. I forget that I say it in Argot. I mean - I mean police!"

It all mingled, unless she tried; Argot, French, English (apparently).

"If you can show police you are a child, they cannot take you, unless they say you killed someone."

Some wanted very much to turn the conversation away from killing people.

"Argot? It's another language?"

"Yes. I suppose so... we use it in France - the bad people. It is French, but it is a made up language too, so that police do not know what we say. They cannot arrest us then!"

She laughs. Quite honestly, she's mortified by her use of it, though. It marks her out as a member of the lower class and a criminal, and even though she has confessed as much already, it still makes her feel sick. She presses a hand to her stomach and laughs again, hopefully covering up her discomfort.

"Oh," said Some, a little surprised. He'd never thought of the police and the populace speaking different languages. There had been only one tongue in Bete Noire, after all.

"I speak grue, myself." And he dipped into his own language, which used both mouths and was a liquid, bird-like sort of language full of trills and sliding sounds. "It is like that."