thecapitol | Boom boom boom

Who| ALL people who call the Tribute center home, and anyone who might have been there on business.
What| Lock down
Where| Around the Capitol, and in the Tribute Center.
When| Feel free to tag in if you died any time in the first 3 weeks. (So if you die tomorrow, you can feel free to back tag in, if you like)
Warnings/Notes| Use this post both for threads before, around the city, and after the Peacekeepers and Avoxes gather everyone. More information about the state of the city after this will come tomorrow in the Deathroll. If your tribute character is out and about, they should expect Peacekeepers to escort them back within 15-20 minutes (and you can feel free to handwave the peacekeepers)

The people lurking around the docks, wearing plain clothes, rough clothes, might stand out among the Capitol Citizens if 'District chic' wasn't a style that came and went on a regular basis. As it was, they barely stood out, people trying too hard to look like they didn't belong and that they did, at the same time.

Sorta like everyone else around them. It was hard to act suspicious in the Capitol.

It was a bit strange, people getting on the Shore to Shore boat dressed like that. Not normally what anyone would consider club wear, but 'normal' was not highly regarded around these parts.

However, it wasn't long after the boat had left the dock that it made it's grand exit.

In an explosion that sent a fireball high into the night sky, lighting up the bay, and sending high waves lapping at the shore, the boat was obliterated. Rescue operation were swift, but there just wasn't much left to rescue.

Siren's filled the city, automated voices urging people from every street corner to return home, lock the doors, stay inside. And for the Tributes wandering the city, it was more then automated urging. Those in the Tribute training center were gather up by Avoxes, and brought down to the common room, the elevator refusing to work for anyone who wasn't in the process of gathering up Tributes, Mentors, Stylist...anyone lingering in the building.

Those Tributes not already at home found themselves flanked by Peacekeepers and escorted back, deposited in the same common room, and told to wait.

Eventually, hours later, everyone was cleared and the elevator opened, although the front doors still refused to allow anyone out without a special clearance no one was being offered. A recorded voice told them emergency alert instructions would be available for them in the morning. And then their doors locked behind them for the night.

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He doesn't think seeing him is her number one priority, but when he sees her huddled in a corner, he comes over.

"Hey, Eponine," he starts, voice smooth and even. He drops down, to sit by her, and he looks concerned. "Are you alright? What happened?"

"Hey there M'sieur!" She smiles, but it soon dims, as she remembers what seeing Steve means. "You died. Are you okay?"

She shrugs. "I didn't want to come back here but they made me. I don't want to watch the Arena on the - the things. I don't want to see myself over and over."
And indeed, Eponine's suicide was getting repeated quite a lot; apparently, her actions had stricken the Gamemakers as unusual - and her near nakedness was definitely popular with the citizens. It made her feel even more awkward than she usually did though.

"But, what can we do, eh? We are stuck, no?"

"I guess so," he says. "But we don't have to watch them. And you don't have to sit in a corner like this." He offers her a slight smile. "You wanted to be comfortable, right? Why don't we turn one of those nice chairs toward somewhere without a television and get you something warm to eat?"

"No? We're allowed to move the chairs?" She glances apprehensively at the staff in the room. "Will they really not mind?"

She gets up at once. The floor was rather uncomfy afterall!

"I'd hope not," he says. "They're just chairs." He moves a couple over, and faces them towards each other so that they can talk without being distracted. "What can I get you from the tables?"

"If I moved the stool at home, or my mattress, my Papa would be VERY cross with me. He would hit me." She takes a seat and grins at Steve. It probably seems a bit off kilter, given what she's just said, but she seems nonplussed.

"Any food is good, I suppose. I am not fussy. I am glad for a full stomach, whatever it tastes like, Sir."

"I'm not sure what the rules are here, but I don't think they're going to come punish us for moving the furniture around." He does get up, just a little, to get plates for them. He is hungry; he's got a lot of eating to make up for, so he won't hide that.

He comes back with a tray, set on a teeny little table next to the both of them.

Eponine begins to eat immediately; she will never be full, truly.

"I don't know. This place is strange. They feed us and they clothe us - Sir, they dress us up in such fancy clothes that must cost so much, and they give us beds - rooms. And yet, they send us out to kill. I do not understand."

"It's... because we're gladiators," he responds. "We're here for their entertainment, and as long as we are, they're going to treat us like entertainers until we're their soldiers." He frowns. "Probably part of their messed-up plan to make them believe we should get comfortable."

"They wish to make soldiers of us?" shevhas no idea what a gladiator is, so she ignores that.

"But I am a girl. To be a soldier, you must be a man, no?"

"That's not true," he replies. "Girls can be just as strong, and smarter." He smiles fondly, but doesn't want to talk of the woman he left back in time. He knows she could hold her own here, and would probably whip him into shape, but it's not exactly something he'd wish on her.

Still... "There's no reason women couldn't be soldiers."

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I am SO sorry - RL dramarama ate me up! SORRY :(

THAT'S OK glad you're out of that drama now though!

Thanks lovely

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