thecapitol | [OPEN] Curfew Mingling Log

Who| All residents of the Tribute Center
What| The curfew is now in effect.
Where| Each floor of the Tribute Center.
When| 11pm-7am
Warnings/Notes| Each floor will get a log to mingle. Locate yours below and have at it!

Over the past couple of days, tributes may have noticed increased activity and discussion between Peacekeepers and that Escorts may have appeared to be on edge. Any attempts by tributes to discover what is happening are quickly shut down, but in the end they don't have long to wait for an answer.

As of today, Tributes will be told via Peacekeeper, Escort, or one of the notices now hung up around the Tribute Centre, the following order:

Mandatory Tribute Curfew 11pm - 7am For the safety of citizens and Tributes a curfew is now in effect for all tributes. Between the hours listed above, all Tributes must report to and remain within their designated district suites. Any Tributes who fail to return to or are discovered outside their assigned floor between these hours will face disciplinary action.

You didn't think it had escaped the Capitol's notice how many of your little acts of rebellion occurred after dark, did you?

The time is now 11pm. Do you know where your District mates are? Time to check in and mingle with the people you live with. Have fun, everyone!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Here you go!" Nitou passes over a squirt bottle of mayonnaise, grinning ear to ear at the thought of mayo eggs. What Sam doesn't know is that no matter how the inevitably terrible eggs will taste, Nitou will inevitably put more mayonnaise on top of them. "This is going to be awesome."

Nitou nods at that question. "Kind of. The people that run this place are terrible, and they want us to fight in some sort of death arena thing." He makes a face. "And they don't like it when you try to pitch a tent in the park."

There's definitely an inward shudder there at the thought, but Sam takes the mayo anyway, squirting what he assumes is a decent amount into the bowl to scramble with the eggs.

"Sounds like you know that from first hand experience," he says with a chuckle. "That why I haven't seen you around the suite much?"

Nitou continues to look way too excited at the prospect of mayo eggs. He's hovering.

"Yeah, that, and the fact that I haven't even been here all that long anyway!" He grins. "I can't help it if I'd rather sleep outside--it's more comfortable there."

He can't help but grin a little at the guy's enthusiasm. At least he'll probably like them, even if they're objectively terrible.

"Haven't been here that long myself, but yeah, I know how that feels." Nitou doesn't strike him as a soldier, so he doubts their reasons are similar, but still. "How long's it been since you slept in a bed before you got here?"

"I dunno." Nitou considers this. "I went to go visit my grandma a couple of months ago, and I did the bed thing there just so she wouldn't fuss, so I guess then?" It is at this point that he decides to take a seat, even if it's on a countertop. "So you like sleeping outside, too?"

Sam gives the eggs a stir with the spatula, leaning against the counter. "I got used to it, yeah, and most beds're too soft, now." He gives a little grin. "Especially here, with everything the Capitol seems to think is luxury."

"I know!" Nitou groans. "I almost got stuck in that bed here! Fell right in, almost couldn't get up! Then I go in the bathroom, try to take a shower, and the whole thing fills up with foam and I thought I was going to die in there!" He's being a little overdramatic there.

It may be overdramatic, but Sam chuckles anyway. If nothing else, that first bit is pretty dead on. "Oh, man, you're preaching to the choir here. A nice, hot shower's one of the best things out there, but it's supposed to be simple."

He shakes his head, sliding the cooked eggs off the pan and onto a plate, offering it over. "I'll leave the taste-testing to you."

"Yeah! It doesn't need all that foam crap! Who wants to smell like elderberries, anyway?"

And he's eagerly taking those eggs from Sam...and putting even more mayonnaise on them before taking a big forkful. "Breakfast time!" And he starts shoveling it down. "Hey, man, this is really good," he says through big mouthfuls of mayo eggs. "Good stuff."

He chuckles a little there. "Maybe they watched Monty Python a little too much and are trying to insult us."

Oh, man. Sam's just going to have to stare, for a moment. He shakes his head a little, grinning as he moves to put the pan in the sink. Normally he'd just re-use it for another batch of eggs, but - mayonnaise.

"Glad you like 'em. I'm Sam, by the way."

"Who knows what they're thinking. They're really weird here." Says the man who thinks it's a good idea to put mayonnaise both in and on scrambled eggs.

"I'm Kousuke Nitou! Nice to meet you!" Nitou gives him another grin as he finishes putting away the mayo eggs.

[OPEN] Curfew Mingling Log

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