thecapitol | [OPEN] Curfew Mingling Log

[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!

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Darcy is well aware of the fact that she should feel guilty for bringing a perfectly innocent child over to the dark side of snack food. She also is well aware that she doesn't care because it's too late at night to worry about details like that. "Welcome to the food that helped me survive college." Okay, other than pop tarts and ramen, but she doesn't have to mention that right now.

Walkers? Maybe it's because of the fact that Darcy's spent enough time online to get really sick of Chuck Norris, but the first place her mind goes is to Walker: Texas Ranger. Which...she's pretty sure that isn't what Clem's talking about. "What's a Walker?"

"Walkers are what everyone here calls zombies." Clementine clarifies for Darcy, licking cheese powder off her fingers like she hasn't been extremely well fed ever since the last arena. Waste not, want not. Her face sobers a little for the next part, "They actually exist where I come from."

Darcy's about to let out something snarky about that. If it was some sort of weird Panem thing that Clem had picked up or if it was some sort of Shaun of the Dead 'don't say the Z word' kind of thing. And then Clem gets a look on her face that just seems a little too grown up and Darcy feels like an asshole for even thinking about making zombie jokes.

Of course it makes sense for the Capitol to have pulled people from a zombie apocalypse. They're dicks of the highest order doing dickish things of the highest order. Plus it probably makes for a much more interesting death match or something like that. But to pull a kid who'd already been through hell like that...that's just fucked up. "Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean...we can totally watch something else. I'm sure they have romcoms or action movies or something like that."

Clementine hastens to put Darcy at ease, "Hey, no, it's okay. You didn't know, it's not a big deal."

It really isn't as far as Clementine is concerned, it's not fair for her to get made at people for whom Walkers are a pure work of fiction, just something pretend that they never really have to worry about. "I don't know, it could be fun." she smiles to try and reassure Darcy, "Are they actually scary in movies?"

She is actually curious as to how Walkers are portrayed in the movies.

"Err...sometimes?" Okay, Darcy's the first to admit that some zombie movies from back home legitimately scare the shit out of her while others just make her laugh, but she doesn't know how they compare in fear factor for someone who's already seen the zombie apocalypse.

"I mean, sometimes they are. Especially when they make them super fast. Which doesn't make sense because, well, zombies." She shrugs. "But sometimes they're also kind of funny? If that makes sense." That's right Darcy, tell the kid that somewhere the terrible situation her world's in is used for witty social commentary and Simon Pegg movies.

"Fast zombies?" she says the Z word because Darcy does, her expression is incredibly skeptical of that. "How is that supposed to work? They start rotting and falling apart as soon as they come back."

It might be disturbing to an adult to hear her say that so matter of fact, so truthfully. This has been Clementine's reality for three years and if there's one thing she's grateful for about Walkers it's that they're slow. If they were fast she didn't think there'd be any people left at all.

"Maybe another time." she decides though. On the chance it was scary she'd rather not ruin her chance at going back to sleep tonight.

Okay, yeah, Clem has a real point about why fast zombies wouldn't work. It's an argument that Darcy's heard before, but hearing it from a kid is kind of a mindfuck, even if that kid is the survivor of a zombie apocalypse. "It works because it's in the script." Which is a much better way of explaining it instead of going into the description of how many different types of zombies are featured in movies back home.

"I could find a romcom instead, if you want to watch something else?" Okay, Darcy fully admits that trying to lure a kid into being awake late to watch movies with her is probably irresponsible, but at the same time, it'd be nice to have some company.

"Weird. I think they're bad enough when they walk slow." she shakes her head in puzzlement before letting the topic drop. There's better things to talk about than the ins and outs of Walkers.

"Okay. That doesn't sound bad." Clementine agrees with a smile and a nod, getting another handful of popcorn too afterwards and shoving it in her mouth. It tastes so good, she has to get Darcy to teach her how to make it too.

"It's probably to up the terror." She doesn't bother elaborating on that because, nope, she is so not going to be the one who is responsible for accidentally traumatizing District 6's littlest Tribute.

Darcy shoots the younger girl a grin. "Well, it's hard to mess up a romcom that badly." Okay, that's a lie, but right now she needs to hold onto the belief that even the shittiest of romcoms have something positive to them. She moves to grab a soda out of the fridge in preparation to head back over the TV before glancing at Clem over her shoulder. "Want something to drink?"

"Soda, please!" she says, seeing what Darcy's grabbing for herself. Since she's planning on staying up now the sugar won't hurt her any. She's interested to see a romcom, which she remembers as being a movie that adults seemed to like and her dad would always theatrically groan about when her mom wanted to watch one.

It made her feel pretty grown up to be about to watch one with Darcy.

Clementine starts grabbing all the pillows from the other sofas onto theirs, figuring they should make themselves as comfortable as possible.

If Darcy had any sort of maternal instinct, she'd probably try making a case that it's kind of late at night for soda, even one that doesn't have caffeine. But she doesn't, so she grabs the Panem equivalent of a Coke out for the younger girl and a bottle of what she's found tastes like one of the fruity, brightly colored unbeers that she used to drink in her college days before following Clem out.

"Oooh, we could make a fort while we're at it. Shitty romcoms, popcorn, and pillow forts," she shoots her a grin before taking a sip of her glowing pink drink. "I think we're going to prove that we're the party district, curfew be damned."

If Clem had to think about it she'd probably say Darcy was like the older sister she'd always wanted. Gently enabling.

"Thanks." she pipes when Darcy hands her the coke-equivalent, sparing a curious look for her glowy pink drink. "That sounds fun! I can get all my bedding from my room."

It's not like Darcy aspires to be seen as a cool big sis, but if she knew about Clem's opinion of her...okay, she'd probably preen a bit and then continue being a corrupting influence.

It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it.

"No problem," she says before taking a swig of the bubbly pink bottled concoction. "Both of us could so it's proper fort size. Meet back here in ten minutes and then we can get to work on operation pillow fort?"

"Got it!" Clementine nods and like that she's put down her soda and hopped off the couch, padding across the cool floors to her bedroom.

It takes two tripes, one for the duvet and one for the pillows, for Clem to be ready. Her pulling the duvet is an endeavour as her arms aren't long enough to hold it all up at once, so she ends carrying one half and dragging the rest along behind but she makes it in time to be ready to start building.

Darcy's haul isn't that different. There's, of course, the duvet and the pillows that came with her room, but there's also a couple throw pillows and one obnoxiously purple blanket with tye-dye cats that actually blink she had picked up while wandering the Capitol one day. Because hell fucking yes she needed a cat gif blanket.

When Clem arrives with the second load, Darcy's already working on the structural portion of the fort. Which is the fancy term for 'in the process of stealing cushions and furniture and trying to make them look like walls.' In the coffee table's place there's a number of dining chairs sitting in lines starting out from the couch and facing outward as Darcy tries to throw her duvet over them. "Oh awesome," Darcy says once she notices that Clem's back. "Could you grab the other side? The sooner we get this together, the sooner we can put up a 'No boys allowed' sign and assert our dominance as the rulers of the floor. And pop in the movie."

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