[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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It's hard not to get a little emotional. When all this scary shit is going on--with the threat of rebellion, of upheaval ever on the horizon, it's easy to break down every once in awhile. Especially when you hover on the line between either side. So Oliver's content for the both of them to cry it out a little, hot tears stinging his eyes as he lets off some steam from the rough night everyone seems to be having.

He sighs. "I know," he murmurs. "We all have each other, we'll...we'll get through this somehow." Ollie pulls back to look at Trey, a little red in the face from crying and from sheepishness.

"I'll try."

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"We're drag queens." He shudders out a laugh, forcing a sly grin. "If we can't survive a hot mess, nobody fuckin' will." He moves to give the boy's arm a squeeze before reaching to pull the covers up over them, making them a nice little covered over net for a little subtlety. He can't say much, he doesn't know what they listen in on, but Oliver needs to know what he's planning.

"I have to do something." His voice is low and serious, barely above a whisper even if he's keeping it vague. "You gotta keep your ass safe, alright? Make it my birthday present." Aka Mommy Has Work To Do, Honey.

[fuckingcool]

Oliver snuggles down underneath the cover without much questioning. Mostly because he can feel something heavy coming on and he can pretty much guess what it's all about. So he presses his face into the pillow, mind racing.

"What--fuck. Then let me help you," he pleads quietly. Whatever it is, he doesn't want Trey doing it alone. The idea of his drag mom, one of his best friends in the whole world, doing something dangerous and maybe getting caught, and Oliver not being able to do a thing about it, is terrifying.

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"I don't need help." Trey hisses back, trailing off with a faint ssshhh at the end of her sentence. He moves to jab gently at Oliver's tummy, as if they're just having a silly fight and not talking about some heavy shit.

"If I fuck up I gotta keep you right out of it." He whispers, trying to keep a playful lilt despite his expression staying severe. "You aren't my only baby anymore, alright? But you're the one I gotta keep safe." Before Oliver, Trey was definitely more of a lone wolf and before the off-worlders, Trey never had bonds with tributes at all. Now his little family is growing and he knows he needs to step up to make sure the competent bitches are around to protect Oliver when shit starts to go down.

[fuckingcool]

Oliver can feel himself growing frustrated, but he's trying not to let it show. His real parents don't give a shit what he does, as long as he doesn't fuck up their reputation, but his adopted family actually care for him, and that's weird. He needs to remember to be grateful that someone's looking out for him. So he lets out a whine, but begrudgingly agrees.

"Fine," he grumbles, trying not to sound too grateful. "Just, you be careful, please. You're my family, you bitter old queen, and I love you."

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Having a family was definitely not in the cards for Trey, not for a long time anyway. People were jerks for reasons he couldn't always put a finger on and becoming a stylist just meant he was watching more and more kids run off to die. If that doesn't make you a little worried for the future, nothing will. So it's kind of convenient, in a way, that a needy older kid with a shitty family should fall into his hands.

He definitely thinks of Oliver as his kid more than his friend, so this is a hard situation to face.

"I know," He retorts with a smirk. "If I can't help fix things for you then there's no point, right? Just trust me, that's all I need."

[fuckingcool]

"Yeah, yeah, you're super capable and shit," Oliver groans, hiding the fact that he's actually super grateful that Trey is looking out for him. Trying to help make a better world for him and everyone else that doesn't suck.

"Just, like, don't go fucking dying or some shit, okay? I can't fuckin' handle a funeral for a drag queen. Those morticians don't know how to paint like we do."

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"Of course I fucking am. I'm fucking ancient, if I wasn't good at doing shit I'd be dead." He snorts, pushing closer so he can tighten his arms around Oliver. The tiredness is really hitting him at this point, but talking is comforting.

"I'll haunt your sorry ass if they bury me looking anything less than flawless." He grumbles, rubbing Oliver's back as he does. "Speaking of- We should get some rest or we'll look like tramps. Or more so for you, right? Whatever."

[fuckingcool]

Ollie glady snuggles up, right under Trey's chin. He's a true bottom, after all. The kohai to Trey's dorito-faced senpai. His arms slide around Trey's middle and he lets his eyes fall shut.

"You're right. Gotta get rid of those undereye circles of yours somehow." That's right. He can read a bitch no matter how exhausted. "Night, mama."