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[bindsthedead]

Who| Sabriel and you
What| Sabriel's back in the Capitol after her first death. There's a lot to catch up on.
Where| D10 suites, training center, and various shops and restaurants around the Capitol
When| After Sabriel dies in the arena
Warnings/Notes| Mention of death, avoxing

Option A [The common areas of the 10th floor were where Sabriel took her breakfast most of the time, and where she sits on the couch, looking over the news about strange diseases and the fate of District 3 and Cecil Palmer as she drinks a cup of tea and tries not to throw up, or start shouting in rage.]

Option B

[Sabriel spends some time at the training center practicing with a sword, doing her best to hack several dummies to pieces, and then skewering each piece.

But she spends far more time at the survival skills stations, and learning about spears and knives and a variety of improvised blunt weapons. She speaks to other tributes on occasion, her demeanor seems oddly intense.]

Option C

[She needs sponsors, she needs information, and she wants to get out of the tower. This is how Sabriel winds up eating dinner at a variety of restaurants and shops, examining the wares, eating, and talking to fans. If there's one thing thirteen years of etiquette training have given her, it's the ability to smile and act like she's having a wonderful time when she really isn't. Still, whenever she spots a fellow tribute, she can't help but wander over to talk to them.]

[Closed to Hans]

[The Speakeasy is probably the best place for this, Sabriel realizes. It's noisy enough that they probably won't be overheard, and people there seem more interested in their drinks than visiting tributes. So she sends the invitation handwritten on fine stationary, containing a time, location, pointed allusion to Starkiller, and signed with a flourish.

She arrives early and sits down at a table, drinking some kind of dark red fruit juice as she waits for a mentor she's heard about, but never met. Hopefully, she'll be able to explain what Starkiller did, and why she didn't consider his death to be completely in vain.]

Comments

C

[biomechatronic]

[Dennett just needs a clue. He still can't believe this is happening, and he's not sure how he feels about dying. On one hand, he didn't kill: he held to his principles. On the other: he died. That was...unpleasant.

[Even the food here doesn't quite wash the memory away, so he's doing something a little uncharacteristic for a neurosurgeon. He is drinking wine, and looking lugubrious at the crowd of revelers.]

District 10 commons

[paidinbeer]

Orc came shuffling out of his room around this time looking dull and struggling to blink the sleep from his eyes.

He was shirtless, not that it mattered given the thick coating of pebbles that covered every inch of his body. His beady little eyes scanned the room and took a moment to study this unfamiliar face before he decided he needed to wake up more to think about who she was.

Each step he took, even at a shuffle was heavy enough to make noise. When he reached the kitchen he promptly took an entire bottle of orange juice from the fridge, removed the cap and proceeded to gulp it down, spilling a trickle of it from his cracked lips and having it run down his thick neck.

B - after Penny & Cruentus annoucement

[carnagecarnival]

[The training center is the one place he can return back to without feeling crushed under the weight of memory he can't deal with right now. He's gone here everyday almost, painting, training, all different memories, none of them associated with one singular person. It's safe here, in that sense.

He's been collecting allies. But now that he has them, of course he has to check on them. Just to be sure of each and every little thing. There is indeed an intensity about her, and he almost feels as though he's learning more this way, just by watching her train and fight from his place by the wall-- all painted up glorious with carnival, death, life, and loves, as he tends to make it. At this point, he'd be surprised if she couldn't feel his eyes on her.]

sorry this took so long!

[hanssome]

[Hans half considers ignoring the message. It's a fleeting thought, a desire to remain uninvolved in anything suspicious. Unfortunately, his clear and stubborn connections to Starkiller have already sullied his hands so much that not pursuing it would be impossible. Those thoughts aside, he is curious as to what this person could possibly tell him that he doesn't already know. The pursuit of information is an honorable enough mission for him, so he decides to arrive as discreetly as possible.

He slinks into the bar with a carefully blank expression, his eyes falling on Sabriel almost immediately. He crosses toward her and slips into the chair across from her, giving her a small smile in greeting.]

It's nice to finally see you in person.