[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.

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[lifewithnoconsequence]

This was one of those moments where he couldn't tell if someone was telling a joke or not, Krebs was going to go with that last statement as being a joke. It was far to silly not to be. Then again this entire is rather silly, isn't it?

"Well, I haven't tried to punch myself awake yet. " Or had a break down yet. "So I suppose I'm flexible."

[revvinguptheharley]

"Excellent! Though I would suggest asking someone else to punch you awake. It's really hard to get a good solid hit on your own face unless you're even more flexible." She twisted her arm about in demonstration and it was indeed difficult to aim a punch at your own face for maximum impact.

"Which district were you again? You're not one of mine are you?"

[lifewithnoconsequence]

"I never said." And he doubted anyone really took any notice either. He preferred it that way as well. It made things easier for him to be ignored as a whole. Nobody to ask him questions or to really bother him. So it was really only natural for him to start it off by avoiding a question. Though Krebs didn't really know why he wanted to do such a thing. It just fel the most natural reaction of them all.

[revvinguptheharley]

This clearly was not a satisfactory answer by Harley's standards. She loomed over him leaning closer and closer, eyes getting wider and wider till they looked in danger of popping out of her head.

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell?" She drawled out showing every one of her brilliant and sparkling teeth that were simply too white to be real.

[lifewithnoconsequence]

Well Harley he was very tempted to just either tell you to suck it up, or to just walk away and be done with it. Though she seemed like the type to continuously bug a person until they tell her what she wants. Really, could he not have run into someone who was more...simple, and required less effort to be around.

"....Eight." There you have it, he is from District Eight. Also, by-they, his arms are now crossed, and he's scooting away once more.

[revvinguptheharley]

"No kidding?" Harley looked bemused. "I used to have a friend in that District. She got drunk and yelled at the Capitol on the network so they took care of her."

Leaving the poor woman's fate vague enough for the time being.

"Watch out for Brainiac though. He's about as evil as they come." She added "Green kid, can't miss em. Always plotting humanities downfall."

[lifewithnoconsequence]

"...Charming." Like he really needed to hear that, Harley. As if it was all that shocking for an angry drunk to be dealt with. He remembers seeing the MPs have to beat a dunk down because he was attempting to bite them. The only difference here was that she was probably shot.

"Really?" A kid who is evil. That is absolutely nothing new, at all.

[revvinguptheharley]

"Oh absolutely." Either Harley couldn't tell how badly he wanted her to leave him alone, or she could and she was going out of her way to irritate him. She waved her arms at him looming over him trying to look spooky.

"He's from a far off future and is the descendant of an evil super robot computer guy who wanted to digitize the whole universe!"