[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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[molotov]

It would probably shock Trey to learn just how little Molotov would care about some kid, but it's also probably just a good idea in general to not trust her too much. She's kind of totally insane, a well-hidden kind of insane, so one never knows what might happen.

"I feel like I've been cheated," she says, smiling, and gestures at him. "I finally sit and have a drink with a drag queen, and this is what I get? Like going to The Cheesecake Factory and all they have is salad."

[reallynow]

"These are trying times, girl. I can't be getting dolled up without breakfast." He nods at the now empty cocktail glass in front of him. "I guess if it means that much to you we'll have to do real drinks sometime. Like maybe when we're not in the wake of despair running on three hours sleep- but then it'd never happen." He shrugs. "I'd let you take me out any time, though."

[molotov]

"If you need breakfast, it's only proof that you did not get enough dinner in your system," Molotov tells him with a laugh, "but usually there's more vitamin C to be found in a screwdriver or a mimosa, so you get a pass. Tomorrow night? Somewhere fun, I don't know anything outside of the tower, really."

[reallynow]

"Of course I fucking didn't, woman. Nobody really eats around here." He'd use the dragnet as an excuse, but he was already in bed when they burst in. Alas. "So soon? You must really like me- don't even have to wait for you to call me back." He winks. "Asking a drag queen to show you around? Dangerous, it's a date." He doesn't care how presumptuous that sounds.

[molotov]

"Your people must be less advanced than mine if you can't live off vodka and granola bars." Because Molotov doesn't really eat either. If not for her magnificent ass and tits, she'd probably weigh about 90 pounds soaking wet.

"Sounds more fun than having anyone else do it. Like I need a contingent of Peacekeepers and Escorts making sure I stay in line."

[reallynow]

"I don't doubt some of these people do, but I can't deal with Joel and all my other tributes without the fruitiest cocktail I can find and a lemon slice." Damn, he's making himself hungry. This was not the intention.

"Who the hell brings peacekeepers and escorts to a date? They're awful at parties, unless their suits are nice and tight." He taps his chin thoughtfully. "I'm flattered that you trust me, I'll put on my best face for you."

[molotov]

"I don't know how you're doing it without a gallon of grain alcohol and a shotgun." Her smile is a joking one though, and she reaches out to tweak his cheek as she slides off her barstool. "I look forward to it. I'm going to try and get some more sleep before I need to head to the training center. Got about an hour before I need to be up. Tomorrow night, Miss Jolie."

[reallynow]

Trey smiles in return, even more so when Molotov reaches out to tweak his cheek like he's some baby queen and not a grown-ass man. It earns her a faint snort and an eye roll, but he lets it slide.

"Sleep well! Don't want you looking like trash for our date." He waves airily, already looking forward to this little shindig.