OPEN Valentine's Day Plot

[thebiddingbaron]

WHO | Everyone
WHAT | Baron sends Valentine's Day gifts to Tribute Tower.
WHEN | Valentine's Day!
WHERE | Tribute Tower
WARNINGS / NOTES | Warnings for drug use and all of the things that go with that. Possibly also sexual themes. The OOC post for this is here.




On the morning of February 14th when the Tributes come down for breakfast they're greeted by an impressive holiday themed spread. Pink and red baked goods, chocolates shaped like hearts, beautiful red and pink flowers, adorable stuffed animals all line the table.

On the table is also a sign in cursive that reads:

To our beloved Tributes, Victors, Mentors, Escorts and Stylists. Enjoy your holiday. -- Bartlett Industries

Most of the sweets are completely harmless, but if the Tributes taste the chocolate covered cherries or caramels they find themselves suddenly acting very strangely...

Comments

[mudbloodhater]

"Oh, did you miss that? You didn't really miss that much," he sniffed. "They locked us in a room. Some kind of explosion, I heard."

[from_a_distance]

"That kind of thing happen a lot here?" He wasn't all that concerned really, just curious.

[mudbloodhater]

"I don't know. I don't think so. Just the once so far," Draco shrugged, pursing his mouth in distaste. "I couldn't stand it."

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah, doesn't sound like the best way to spend an evening."

[mudbloodhater]

"It most certainly wasn't! One of the other Tributes spat at me!"

[from_a_distance]

"Jesus." Have a friendly squeeze, Draco. "That sucks, man. Why'd they do that?"

[mudbloodhater]

Clint, you make Draco feel so much better. "Because she can't stand me. Only Merlin knows why. She's just an uppity little bitch," he huffed, muttering now under his breath. He might have even been pouting.

[from_a_distance]

"Met a few like that in my time," Clint sympathized.

Though to be fair, he'd never been spat at, and even when he did get the occasional drink in his face, he totally deserved it.

[mudbloodhater]

Draco just sighed, the sound heavy. "They're horrid, aren't they?"

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah, they really are. I'm sorry, man." Totally just going to hug you now, Draco.

[mudbloodhater]

Another sigh, and he moved into the hug, accepting it quite happily. Only after a long moment did he bother speaking, and then he still didn't want to be the first to move, instead mumbling into it, "Maybe she'll get offed or something early on. Then I won't have to deal with her."

[from_a_distance]

"She'll just end up back here, won't she?" Clint said into Draco's shoulder.

[mudbloodhater]

He gave an unhappy noise, slightly muffled. "Probably. But at least I'd have a chance of winning after that, and she'd be stuck having to watch it."

Hah. Take that.

[from_a_distance]

"If she hates you that much, watching you in there isn't probably going to be a punishment."

[mudbloodhater]

Draco drew back a little bit, pouting. "You're supposed to be on my side here, you know."

But then he paused, and thought about that. "But all right. So what would be a good punishment?"

[from_a_distance]

"Right, sorry..."

He thought for a moment. "Maybe you wanna take her out yourself?"

A bit harsh for being spat at, he supposed, but if she's going to come back anyway...

[mudbloodhater]

Something crossed Draco's face at the suggestion, then he grinned back at Clint. "That's an idea, isn't it?"

[from_a_distance]

Clint laughs a little harshly. "I mean...no lasting damage, right?"

[mudbloodhater]

"Of course not," he replied, almost offended. "They can fix anything here anyway."

[from_a_distance]

"Well...there you go, then."

[mudbloodhater]

"Yes. That's that," Draco said, his grin returning in full force. "That's what I'll do. Next Arena."