WHO| Wyatt and Alpha, then anyone else who wants in
WHAT| Training
WHEN| A few days before the new arena
WHERE| Training Center
WARNING/NOTES| Wyatt and Alpha do not get on. No, they do not. (Or that's the plan at any rate.)

Prior to coming to the Capitol, Wyatt's experience with trapping had been limited to what he'd overheard during drunken exchanges between pelters at the saloon, and during lockup while said dried out. But, turned out, that'd had more of an impression that he'd ever thought. To his surprise, he had something of a knack for it.

Bill woulda been so proud.

Smirking as he crouched in one of the training room's small woodland stations - imagining Bill's face if and when he ever got home - he practiced tying snares, his big hands moving far more slowly, more delicately, than he'd ever imagined they could.

WHO| Eliot Spencer, Valeria Rushlit, other District 3 Tributes if they wanna stop by?
WHAT| Eliot and Valeria discuss costumes
WHEN| A few days before Halloween
WHERE| Valeria's Workshop
WARNING/NOTES| Extreme tackiness? Otherwise none at the moment.

She would fiercely deny it should anyone bring it up, but Valeria was tired. The woman who could stay up all night party-hopping and be fresh and perky at brunch the next morning was long gone, it seemed. The endless pressure, admittedly at least partly brought on by her own perfectionism and need for attention, was finally wearing her down, culminating in her asleep at her own work bench, head pillowed on her arms.

Around the workshop there was a tangle of wires, lights flashing on projects started but never finished, tools piled haphazardly, the gentle whir of machinery she had turned on and forgot to turn off, heedless of power concerns, and in the middle Valeria snored, loud enough to wake the dead.