[open] CATCH ALL

[reallynow]

Who| ALL Y'ALL it's a ho down
What| A catch-all reaction log for the plot developments. Saves you from making 5 logs each tbh.
Where| All around the place
When| During and post lock down, 3am~ sunday onward
WARNINGS| Panicking, talk of murder and violence. Singing the songs of panem.

When things like THIS and THIS are going down it's probably a good time to touch base with one another. Face caressing, crying and meaningful stares abound as the Tributes and Staff drag their knuckles hopelessly in an effort to figure out what the fresh hell is going on.

Make your own prompts, feel free to make them closed to specific people.

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[aintyourdad]

"Just - just wonderin'," Joel mutters, not sure what else to say. She died, she died and she saddled him with a kid (and sure, he loves that kid like his own now but that doesn't erase what happened with Tess, that doesn't erase those last terrible moments in the Capitol building, nothing ever will) and he doesn't even know if she's still infected (probably, because these assholes like that kind of thing), and now this raid is happening and Joel would really like to just take Tess and Ellie and run for the goddamn hills but he can't.

So he's stuck, making awkward conversation.

"Are you doin' alright?" he asks, and then almost flinches a little, because he might as well have just asked do you think you're still infected, do you think you're gonna turn.

[oopsright]

Tess thinks back to the people she's met so far, and remembering her short encounter with the dark-skinned woman has her jaw tightening. There isn't much else to remember outside of that except for the two young girls, the girl with the pink hair and the other. And of course...Ellie.

"I'll get back to you when I start sprouting leaves." That's the best she's got. Tess isn't about to tell him that she hasn't been feeling entirely like herself since she'd arrived; she still looked pale and carried the bags under her eyes, and keeping anything down was becoming more and more difficult.

[aintyourdad]

"Don't," he says, stopping and grabbing her elbow to look her square in the face. "Don't."

That's not a joke he wants to make, that's not something he wants to hear, that's not something he can deal with right now or possibly ever.

[oopsright]

His fingers bite into her arm and she fixes him with a hard, but weakened look. The eye contact is kept brief as Tess forces herself to look away, closing her eyes for a moment, and she pulls her arm free, moving past him to continue on down the stairs. Her grip on the railing turns her knuckles white at times and she says nothing as she goes.

[aintyourdad]

He almost expects her to lash out somehow - she never hesitated to do so back in Boston, when she thought he needed it, it was always part of their schtick.

So it's like when she doesn't, he deflates a little and doesn't know what to do with himself.

"C'mon," he mutters, leading the way through the door to the District 1 suites. "Let's just... find Ellie and get her safe."