Who| Ziva and Stephen
What| Complaints about Cyrus, possibly turning into complaints about the Capitol.
Where| D6 rooms
When| During family plot, the night after the first part of this log.
Warnings/Notes| Will edit as necessary

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That morning, all the Tributes and their visitors are roused early by Escorts, Stylists and gaggles of "fashion interns", all of whom appear to be vying for the attention of the head Stylists more than their assigned competitors. Everyone's dressed in frilly outfits, all ruffs and bustles, and then ushered out to the helicopters that will take them to the nearest Arena.

The Escorts, even though many of them aren't terribly good at looking concerned for their Tributes' well-being, seem even less bothered than usual, and reassure everyone that this Arena is "just for fun" and "won't last long". The Tributes and their visitors are led to the tubes to their pedestals.

"The goal is to be the last one hit," the Escorts say, and the Stylists fuss over how they should take care of their clothes in the Arena.

The Arena appears to be a baseball diamond, and the Cornucopia lies at the batter's cage. There are no supplies, but weapons include marshmallow guns and plastic pool noodles. Both marshmallows and pool noodles are covered in wet glittery paint. The Arena's confines extend up into the bleachers, but otherwise it's a relatively straightforward and uncluttered playing field.

If any Tribute or visitor steps off the platform before the end of the countdown, they'll be sprayed with confetti and sequins. The countdown begins, a cheery, chiming voice reading out numbers like a kindergarten teacher.

"Three...two...one...go!"