Who| Kota and Starkiller
What| Kota runs into avox'd Starkiller
Where| Near the D3 suites
When| Sometime after Kota is brought to the capitol after dying in the Arena
Warnings/Notes| N/A


Even if you know it's going to happen, finding yourself waking up after death was a surreal experience. But now that he had gone through it, there was nothing else to do but to get up from his bed and see what this so called Capitol was all about.

And so he did. Once he was dressed, it didn't take him long after getting out to what appeared to be a main hall to find a familiar face. "Well, well..." he said to himself before going to approach him.

"Hey you! Boy!" it occurred to him then that he had no idea what the boy's name was. That was probably something to fix.

Who| Any well Tributes who took Stephen Reagan up on his safehouse offer!
What| Catch-all log for mansionanigans, though you're of course free to start your own!
Where| Jove Manor, a few miles outside the Capitol: a lavish estate up in the mountains.
When| From his announcement up until the end of the disease plot!
Warnings/Notes| What you bring with you! Also, a reminder: if you're visiting, please comment either to Stephen's IC offer or this OOC post! Also, feel free to make up details about the house. If you want an indoor pool or a chandelier you can swing on, I'm not gonna tell you no.

( Jove Manor )

Who| Joan Watson and OPEN
What| Joan is talking to friends, and to people she hasn't met yet, looking for allies to help her bring down the Capitol.
Where| The Speakeasy, the Training Center, the park
When| After the revelation of District 3's destruction and Penny's predictable lies.
Warnings/Notes| If you would like Joan to approach your character in one of these places, tag in with what your character is doing and I'll have her initiate contact.

( Mass murder was the last straw )

WHO| Venus and Enjolras
WHAT| The good ship Panda Sex hits an iceberg.
WHEN| After the D3 announcement.
WHERE| Outside Joly's room in D12.
WARNINGS| None.

( Even the foliage has wilted in our own winter desert. )

She stands with her arms folded and waits, eyes closed.