Who| The Psiioniic and whoever wants a free tribble (plus Terezi and Karkat)
What| The Psiioniic might have forgotten that rule about not feeding tribbles. Plus he's going to have some serious conversations with some of the younger trolls that might actually turn out terrible and not all that serious.
Where| Various places around the tribute tower. Take your pick!
When| The last week of the arena.
Warnings/Notes| Possible mentions of: slavery, body horror, torture, Psii being a raging asshole.

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Who | Homura, OPEN
What | Homura has reunited with Madoka. Sort of.
Where | Anywhere and everywhere.
When| The days before the Crowning.
Warnings/Notes| Adorable.

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WHO| R and Julie
WHAT| R's on his gradual road to almost-humanity. He finally asks Julie out on a date.
WHERE| A coffee shop and park. Big wide open space.
WHEN| After Timaeus's party and this
WARNINGS| Mentions of zombie stuff

He must be having a good day: his feet don't seem to drag as often, his spine feels slightly less crooked. That, plus the way his stomach flip flops instead of lies there like a lump of meat, and R's starting to think that medication might actually be....working. He doesn't understand how it does. They could've gotten tired of his shuffling from Arena to Arena for all he knows. Or they could've taken his moans to Peeta and Shion to heart and decided to try curing the uncurable. Maybe it doesn't matter.

He asks Julie out.

R thinks he means a date, like...an actual date and not just them hanging out, hoping the other zombies (or Tributes) mind their business. A date date. It might be months and Arenas late, but still. He asks. Finally.

To his shock, she says yes. He wonders if she knows about Perry because back in that jungle, it seemed like Zombie Charades wasn't working out between them. Then he catches himself worrying about his groaning, his shoes, his hair and for awhile, there's no room for Perry. This is probably what it was like during life Before.

R's waiting by the coffee shop. His hair looks a little less brittle, a little less straw-like, and there's something that could be almost mistaken for a flush in his face. It's probably just a trick of the light. The smile that spreads behind his muzzle when Julie crests the small hill is more natural, less jerky as if the muscles are fighting off rigor-mortis. Julie's always brought that out in him. Smiles and even topping his old syllable record.

"Glad...you can make...it," R groans as his face lights up. There's still some pauses in there. He'll have to work on that. "Hi."

WHO| Closed to Guy and Cinna
WHAT| Guy attacks his stylists with hair scissors and a shammy towel and needs a friendly face
WHEN| A few days after Guy is revived in Week 6, I guess?
WHERE| In the Styling Area wherever that is
WARNINGS| None so far

There really was never going to be an end to Guy freaking out in the Capitol. Oh, he'd adjust to some things and in circumstances where showing his fear and panic could cause him or others harm, he'd learn to stuff those outward reactions down, but they'd still be there. After all, there was never going to be an end to the parade of horrors this place had to offer when most of them didn't even exist in his world yet.

That was why, when one of his district's stylists ushered him in for his styling session, absolutely insisting that he couldn't run out into the city like that again without being 'cleaned up' first and things started to go downhill, his panic wasn't quite as loud and wild as it was during his screaming rampage through the city.

Buuut it still happened.
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