Delightfully in your face

[delightable]

Who| Holly Day and YOU + prompts for Jolie, Oceana and Eponine
What| Holly checks in on people in D10
Where| D10 suites
When| Present
Warnings/Notes|

It's been an extremely, extremely stressful couple of weeks. The news of the murder and the subsequent arrests left Holly extremely rattled- and don't even get her started on the jailbreaks, let alone the death of Orc. All in all, it's left her needing a couple of days to recover and get herself back together again so she doesn't go weeping in front of tributes. Not only has it been emotionally taxing, but pretty terrifying too- knowing a rebellion is starting to form just isn't fun. But now, with the arena looming ever closer, she's back from her little mini vacation because her tributes need her.

When she enters the district 10 suite, it's quite dramatic and silly. Her drag persona is on in full force and she's ready to spread cheer wherever she can. In fact, she's going to check in on everyone- yes. Everyone in her district, if she can. Which she can't, because some of them are in jail. We don't talk about that.

Either way, if you're in District 10, she will be approaching you. "Hiii!" she says, with such passionate enthusiasm that you just can't ignore her- or possibly it's the opposite, and it makes you want to run away. "How are you?" she might ask you. "It feels like it's been years!" she gushes. Not only that, but she's all fond smiles and affection when she approaches people, as if they're her favorite person in the world. This is good- this is what she's needed to really help heal from all of the drama.

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Jolie

[delightable]

After taking those couple of weeks off for personal time, Holly is very much interested in checking in on Jolie. A part of her wants to pick her brains and see what she thinks of everything, yet on the other hand she just wants to talk. About everything, about nothing. She's been holed up mostly alone for the last little while trying to get over everything that she's just feeling lonely, and Jolie always was pretty good company. Not only that, but she wants to see how Jolie is doing.

So she's made her way to Jolie's workshop room and is knocking on the door enthusiastically. "Knock, knock!" she says loudly, a box of cookies in one hand as she reaches for the doorknob with the other. "I brought cookies! Baked them fresh, right of out the store!" She laughs, like she just absolutely tickles herself, as she lets herself into the workshop room.

[reallynow]

The last thing Jolie wants picked is her brains. She's thinking the bad thoughts, rebellious and anti-Capitol thoughts. The ones you're pretty much taught from birth to avoid. It's liberating, oddly enough. It's not that she hates everything about the Capitol, but her desire to help and protect people is conflicting with the desire to be an upstanding citizen. She feels a little dangerous to be around right now, so Holly isn't the only one holing herself up. At least Stylists always have the excuse of being busy.

That said, she's surprised to hear Holly of all people popping in. She hasn't seen her in a while, assumedly because she's been knee deep in her own issues. She can never keep up with Holly's energy, but that doesn't mean she isn't a little happy to see her when she barges in.

"So much for that endless talent of yours, huh? Thanks." She gives her a wry smile, taking the box from her and looking expectantly at her. "You can go now." The tug at her lips makes it pretty obvious she's kidding around.

[delightable]

Holly feels similar, but where Jolie is embracing them, Holly is very much trying to stop thinking them. They're dangerous, but she can't help sympathize with the rebels in a way. It's fear that keeps her from really acting on those feelings though. Maybe in a way, she just wants to feel validated, that someone thinks it's okay to think these things, or perhaps even get put in her place and told not to think them. That might help.

Regardless, it's not something they have to worry about just yet. "Oh... Alright then." Holly knows Jolie is just playing, but she wants to play along. So she scurries out of the room, pulling the door shut behind her.

Of course she bursts back in a second later. "I'm back!" she announces, as if it wasn't completely obvious. Then she'll hurry over and pull Jolie into a hug. "How are you? It feels like it's been so long, girl. I bet you've been busy busy preparing for the arena, hm?"

[reallynow]

Jolie chuckles when Holly starts to play along, but her face quickly falls into an unimpressed expression as she goes so far as to actually leave the damn room. When she bursts in again, Jolie is giving her a look so flat it's probably been steamrolled at some point.

"That was fast." She murmurs with a slight roll of her eyes, a smile forming again when Holly runs in for the hug. She can't help moving into it, but at the question she pulls back to reveal arms covered in glitter and the odd sequin that managed to stick. "Busy doesn't cover it, bitch. I'm literally gonna be seeing stars before I get this shit aside." She huffs to herself, about to ask the question in turn just as casually until she considers what the depth of Holly's feelings probably are right now. Orc dying had been no secret, so suddenly she's feeling like a tool for not seeking the other queen out. She moves to grab her wrists affectionately, giving her a serious look. "How've you been holding up?"

Oceana

[delightable]

Oceana is another one that she feels compelled to check on. Much like Jolie, Holly is a little protective of Oceana. Maybe not quite as motherly as Jolie tends to be, but Holly definitely sees her as something like a sister. Holly had been there in the early days of Oceana's drag, and had offered to help where she could and had watched out for her as well. She's quite fond of her, and with everything going on, she wants to check in and have a little chat.

Like with Jolie, she's going to bring a little gift along with her. The difference here is that she's going to be a little more thoughtful when it comes to it, because she wants to brighten Oceana's day a little more. With Oceana being the youngest of them, she can't help but worry a little more and she wants to go the extra mile and bring Oceana her favorite dessert.

The same with Jolie, she's bursting into Oceana's workroom, not even thinking to knock. "Hi, hi, hello!" she says excitedly. "I brought you a little present! I hope you didn't have a big lunch!"

[fuckingcool]

One might expect Oceana to be hard at work in her workshop today, but as it happens, the opposite is true. It's not her fault, per se: she's been working so hard on these damn figure skating outfits, trying her hardest to make them not ugly, that she's simply exhausted. So when Holly bursts in the door, spouting excited greetings, Oceana jerks from her resting place against her sewings table, sequins stuck to her perfectly contoured cheek, sitting up and feeling vaguely alarmed until she realizes who it is.

"Fuck, Holly," she groans, wiping glitter and 100% human hair thankyouverymuch away from her cheek and blinking the sleep from her eyes. "You scared the fucking shit out of me, fuck." And then she sees the plate in the other queen's hand and perks up.

"Wait, is that what I think it is?"

[delightable]

Holly most certainly isn't expecting Oceana to be asleep, but honestly it's really no wonder. Everyone is working so hard lately, she can't blame Oceana for being a little tired. But she also can't stop herself from laughing when she sees the sequins stuck to Oceana's cheeks.

"Oh dear, I missed nap time..." She tsks and shakes her head at her own silliness. But then she gives Oceana a fond smile, and nods. "Oh, you know it is! I thought given... Well, you know, everything- Well, I just thought you could use a little treat."

She holds out the cherry cheesecake happily. "All yours, sleepyhead."

[fuckingcool]

Oceana might be embarrassed, except, well, she's Oceana. Any possibility for embarrassment went out the window the minute she tucked her junk and started pretending to be a lady for entertaintment purposes. She merely fluffs up her wig--god forbid it be even a little bit flat--and gets out of her chair.

"Oh my God." She takes the plate almost reverently, not once looking away from that delectable slice of cheesecake. "Holly, I fucking love you." She means it, too; they're basically family, and only the inimitable Ms. Day would be thoughtful enough to do something like this. Oceana doesn't waste another minute; she uses the fork to take a huge bite of cake, moaning as it melts in her mouth like silk. "Oh, fuck," she curses with her mouth half-full, eyes rolling skyward. "I'd suck so much dick for cheesecake like this."

Eponine

[delightable]

It's after checking in on her girls that Holly decides to check in on one last person; and Eponine is perhaps the hardest one to check in on. Not because she doesn't want to, but simply because she knows it's going to be extremely emotional. But given that Orc was in her district, she feels a certain obligation to check in on his girlfriend and not only that, her heart goes out to Eponine. If this is hard for Holly, she doesn't want to imagine how it must feel to be Eponine right now.

Perhaps she goes a little overboard, but as she approaches Eponine's door, she's got quite a large care package. A basket with expensive chocolates, candies and a bottle of wine, along an expensive gift card that can be used in any Capitol store. She just wants to do something to brighten Eponine's day, and lavish gifts are the only thing that she can think of. Gifts and being there for her, of course. She also has a large bouquet of flowers, too, to brighten up Eponine's room.

She gives a few soft knocks on Eponine's door- she doesn't want to go in too loud or enthusiastic, for fear of giving the wrong idea. It helps that she's starting to feel a little somber just thinking about it. "Eponine?" she calls out. "Can I come in, please?"

Re: Eponine

[gardienne]

Luckily, Holly caught Eponine at one of those times when she's back from Eva's house. She's been spending most of her time with her Mama, just talking and creaming one another's burns. But she comes back as well, to try to find Howard, to look for that other little thing that Orc had once left in her room, to check in with Jess, to see her other friends that are not in jail.

When she hears the knock and the vaguely familiar voice, she goes to the door. She thinks about not opening it, fearing a Peacekeeper trying to trick her into coming out. But, she reasons, a Peacekeeper can just break down her door anyway. So she opens it.

And then her mouth falls open as she sees first the baskets and the flowers, and then Holly.

"Ma'am? You are well? Do you need a help?"

Re: Eponine

[delightable]

Holly is very much relieved when Eponine opens the door, simply because the basket is getting a little heavy. But she doesn't let it show as she gives Eponine a very large grin. "Oh, no! Well- I mean, it would be lovely if you could take the flowers, but I'll set the rest inside. It's all for you, by the way- I hope you don't mind. I thought... Well, I just wanted to give you a little something nice."

Re: Eponine

[gardienne]

"Me?" She takes the flowers from Holly, standing back to let the woman into her sparse room. In pride of place on the table sits Marianne, the china doll that Albert had given her earlier that week, and the drawing of Orc from Neal.

Never, ever has she had so many presents in her whole life, and Eponine feels completely rotten for being so excited.

"You bring me gifts? That is kind of you, Miss. But I do not need a gift. You shouldn't waste such things on me. You wish to sit?" She gestures to her unmade bed, or the little chair in the corner.

hey gurl hey

[sloshing]

The expression that Holly receives in return is half dead-eyed stare and half murderous intent. How are you? Today is on record the worst experience he has ever had. It began with his activation: cold was something he knew of from thermal receptors, but had never actually felt, and that lead to the very rude introduction that he had apparently been placed into an inferior chassis.

The news that he has one job however, to kill for the entertainment of others, was not terrible news. It didn't make up for his physical situation though.

The enthusiasm he's greeted with gives him this uncomfortable, moving liquid feeling in his abdomen (nausea), something he's been experiencing quite frequently in his crash course experience to being a meatbag thus far.

"Answer: I am in a fluidic meat hell."

Haaaay

[delightable]

Oh, immediately Holly can tell that this is... not one of the happier ones. But he's new! That part alone is pretty exciting! In... well, a sadistic, Capitol-like way. She's sorry, but she's pretty Capitol.

Her eyebrows raise. "Oh! Well- be glad your meat is fluid. I've had a bad experience with stagnant meat and lemme tell you- not fun!" She sticks her tongue out for emphasis.

[sloshing]

What. Is this woman even talking about?

"Clarification:" He punctuates out each syllable, really emphasizing that she has probably misunderstood him, "I was a droid. My chassis was not the meatbag one that it is now." Was. There is a rumbling hum of frustration in his chest. He raises his chin, acknowledging her more directly now.

"Query: Would you be upset if someone took your body away to place you within one that you had no familiarity with?" It should be rhetorical but meatbags, they could be unpredictable.

[delightable]

Holly, if possible, brightens up even more. Maybe it's a little bit of an unfair situation for him, but a robot? It's been such a long time since she's met a robot- oh, they're so interesting. She can only imagine how it must be to go from having no feelings to having them.

"Oh- funny, because I've been known to do a good robot myself," she says, and to punctuate she starts doing the robot. You know, the cheesy dance. She's quite well known for it at the clubs. "You know, that's a good question- I guess it would depend on what kind of body? I mean, hey. You lucked out, you look pretty good!"

[seestheman]

There's something that's swept over D10. Clara can't quite be sure if it's the fact that Peacekeepers burst in and dragged people away, other people went to rescue them and failed, or if it's that suddenly their suite seems so much cleaner without Orc's messes. Maybe it's all of it and it's brought this dark mood onto the floor that just can't seem to be shaken off.

Well, mostly, considering Holly is like sunshine on legs and is, quite frankly, a breath of fresh air after all this doom and gloom. And while Clara can't quite muster up a full smile at the moment, considering Alex is still missing and Dave's been captured, she manages to get something close enough onto her face. "I'm good," she says, and it isn't even that much of a lie. She's better than she was in her first week here, so that's progress or something like it.

[delightable]

Holly, for her part, is trying very hard to ignore the dark mood that's fallen over the district. It feels so... bare. But she can fix that somehow, if only by having a very loud presence to drive away the bleakness. She would be very happy to know that Holly considers her sunshine on legs, because let's be honest. That's what she's trying to be.

When Clara doesn't smile fully, Holly really can't blame her, with everything going on, but she hopes she can fix that. "Good, good!" she says, clapping her hands together. "I'm glad to hear it. What have you been up to lately? Anything exciting?"

[seestheman]

"Nothing much," Clara shrugs slightly. "I'm reading a new book. I went shipping at a little boutique yesterday with one of the gift certificates from the gift basket." Which...actually sounds a lot like home and not like she's gearing up for another death arena. "My life's honestly kind of boring. How about you? Been up to anything big lately?"

[futilecycle]

Sigma never knew Holly personally. They had passed glances before in the suites and at events, but back then, Sigma had been too reclusive to want the attention of a District Escort. This was not to mention that Sigma worried Holly might mistake his awkwardness around her as something bigoted and not the discomfort around people in general that it was. He makes a point of being perfectly cordial when they are reintroduced, though he is perhaps more tense than his other Districtmates.

"Ah. Hello, Holly," Sigma answers politely and with a slight nod. Though they had never had a chance to speak, he knew her name courtesy of the stylists and other Tributes. "I have not seen you around for some time. Have you been well?" He has been so starved for company that it is almost nice for one to pretend that they liked him.

[delightable]

One of Holly's biggest regrets is that she hasn't had the opportunity to meet with Sigma on a one-on-one basis. She knows he's not exactly eager to meet with her, but cultivating someone's image and reputation within the Capitol is important, so she's sad she hasn't had the opportunity. But you know, schedules are busy and she's got a lot more work to do than she did before, so he's ended up falling through the cracks, unfortunately enough.

But she lights up even more, now that she's seeing him in a place she can speak to him. "Hello, Sigma!" she says enthusiastically, clapping her hands together for emphasis. He doesn't need to know just why she's been absent, so she'll gloss over that a little. "Of course, just busy busy! How about you, have you been up to anything exciting and fun? You look like the kind of guy with a wild side." She winks, giving him a nudge with her elbow.

[futilecycle]

He wasn't certain if Holly was being sarcastic, but Sigma did indeed have a hidden party animal, one that he had suppressed for 45 years that enjoyed booze and company. But trying to relapse into the lifestyle of his youth here, of all times and places, seemed a little silly - no one wanted to drink and befriend a 69 year old man (though he seemed not to age a day since his arrival here, over two years ago). Thus, Sigma had stuck to his usual pastime: reading in his chambers.

He fidgets nervously, stretching his left wrist out as if he had sprained it, uncertain of how to answer that question without sounding like the most boring soul in the district. "I appreciate your optimism, but I have not been up to much. The most I have done is take a trip to the Training Centre to practice with my cybernetic arms. They become quite sore the older I get, you see..." That part wasn't particularly true- in fact, they were only sore because he had built the muscle mass over his titanium bones to be comfortable to carry around in the moon's gravity- but it would do in place of an explanation. It also made him seem like he cared about winning, which worked for him. "...Yourself?" It's an afterthought, he is poor at making conversation.

[atippleoftransparency]

"That it does," Lyle says pleasantly, abandoning the structure of crackers that he's been building on the table in favor of the sentient who'd just bustled into the kitchen. Holly's his favorite escort, since she's his connection to the Capitol Rumor Mill and she's been willing to help him with his image.

"I've been bereft without you. Or, you know, bored. It amounts to the same thing."

[delightable]

Meanwhile, Lyle holds a pretty special place in her heart, too. They have such fun conversations, and she doesn't see any harm in giving him some healthy gossip every now and then. It's never anything important, mostly it's just celebrity and drag queen news.

Holly laughs fondly, stepping over to him. "I feel the same!" she says, and she holds out her arms for him. "How about a hug?" she asks with a grin. "It's so good to see you!"

[atippleoftransparency]

Celebrity and drag queen news can be surprisingly useful. Especially since Lyle and his friends are some of the celebrities -- it's good to know what kind of stories he needs to spin for the sake of damage control. It's also good to have someone to spin them to, and Holly's been pretty awesome at that, too.

He spread his arms as well, giving Holly a sly smile. "Are you sure? I am a very dangerous sentient, after all..."