[OPEN] Curfew Mingling Log

[etcircenses]

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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[carnagecarnival]

He feels that bump at his side and it rouses him. Only a small twitch in his settles digits and upon his face is the only sign of flinch, and only for not expecting it all none. He looks up at Sam.

And as those words settle, he finds himself staring. It takes a good person to realise they can be better. Did it? Did it truly? He still wasn't all sure if he could be better, if he wasn't just running around in circles chasing a tail he ain't got. But Sam doesn't think he is, not even with how all he looks (and he knows he looks like a monster).

"Uh..." He starts. "WELL, MOST MOTHERFUCKERS AIN'T FANCY. Sort of thing what's seen weak, you know? YOU SAVE THAT SHIT OR DON'T UP AND DO IT." He glances around him and them both, just to be sure it's just them. Then, in a quiet voice, he says, "I kinda like them, truth said..."

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Sam doesn't mind the staring. He's used to it, when he tells people something that they're not sure that they can really believe. Best it can do is keep looking back at them, like he believes it, because he does.

Yeah, that's about what he expected. Hell, Sam's a military man, even if physical affection is starting to be more common with guys his age, he's not stranger to the idea that stuff like hugging makes you seem weak, overly emotional. Doesn't surprise him at all that's Alternia's view on it, from what Initiate's told him.

The important part is the last bit, anyway, what Sam was going to follow up with if he hadn't volunteered it.

"Come here," Sam says quietly, but doesn't wait for a response before he slides his arm up around Initiate's shoulders, pulling him in for a hug.

[carnagecarnival]

Sam pulls him in, and he gives to it, mindful of his horns as ever and always.

A part of him calls him traitorous, names him all manner of thing, among them weak. But his moirail ain't here and ain't never going to be again. Humans do this all the time and he's never going to be an Alternian again but in origin. He's not an avox, and he's allowed to do this if all he wants. There's nothing wrong with this, he tells himself.

Once he does, he can lean on into it, hanging on and appreciating the contact he ain't really apt to get. The closest he used to get was with his chucklevoodoo, feeling the souls and mind through fear. This is different, no fear up in it at all-- which is strange, how he doesn't even slightly suspect that Sam might gut him for this, stick a knife in his back, maybe twist his neck in a quick snap. It doesn't make him feel exposed, but the opposite. Safe, almost.

The Initiate's body is cold. It's cold like a old corpse or like cool water from a tap or the ocean's sandy shores at night. Not freezing, but cold enough to be notable.

But Sam's not. Sam is warmer than any normal lowblood, warm as Kankri (Beforan or Alternian) would make to be and all them other humans. Like a furnace come alive, but much softer. His cold ass self could melt like this. His eyelids droop a little.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

He startles briefly in surprise at just how cold Initiate is. Not what he was expecting, though obviously he shouldn’t have automatically expected that to be the same as humans. There’s still no pause before he drapes his other arm around the guy as well, once Initiate leans into it, one hand splayed out between his shoulder blades and the other arm wrapped all the way around his mid-back so Sam can hug him in close.

Really, he needs to stop getting so damn attached to these jerk-ass leader types, the ones who’re competent and dangerous and come across so strong and tough you might not notice that they’re just as lost as anyone else. But here he is anyway, holding on tight and ready to stay like this for as long as he can, until Initiate pulls away.

There’s no such thing as a really safe space here, Sam’s already gotten that, but that doesn’t mean he can’t try like hell. That he can’t at least give him this, for a minute or two or however long. Shit, that he can’t give himself this.

“I got your back, man,” he murmurs, soft enough that Initiate probably couldn’t hear it if they weren’t so close together.

[carnagecarnival]

Humans and their stupid gross soft squishy emotional shitbits of madness. All getting on their pale-like flirting on at all everybody like it ain't even being a motherfucking thing what to be get concernings done up on.

Fuck if this couldn't pass for the most elaborate trick, motherfucker could pull the wool up over anyone's eyes and breeze on through the arena easylike. But he doesn't think Sam's doing that. He's pretty sure.

The Initiate ain't never known a place what was really safe. Ha, even his past self didn't get to knowing, for all their world was one of peace back then, it had ended, it all ended, and in it's place was Alternia and starting over without knowing there'd ever been more. Safe was just a feeling, the fleeting opposite of fear, a thing what he could never touch before.

He hears that whisper and thinks of all the people what he held and was going to hold close up in his future. All of whom he damned. The Signless, The Helmsman, the Neophyte, and more... Even his past self had not been safe, accidents befalling that of Mituna then, and Meulin, who became the Disciple, just as doomed. All those people what were too soft and good for their goddamn good. He feels like a traitor when he hears that whisper, and he ain't even done anything.

But mirth he is so relieved.

He abruptly remembers the second time his other self was here. Two souls what was being one, reunited and clinging on tight. His other self had made the most pitiful face to have his twin pull away. Sulking and petulant and not yet learned such noise couldn't be lasting. He should've just held on when he had the chance. His other was gone and all he had left of the motherfucker was a shared name and some bits of sign language.

So maybe now, he holds on just that bit too long. That little bit too touch starved and veering where all shit turns real awkwardlike and fast. But he's still the first to let go, and he forces a resolve of himself, just a bit, even as he says without no eye contact, "YOU TOO BROTHER. Thanks."

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Sam hugs people all the time, because they need a shoulder to cry on, a reminder that they’re not alone, a physical presence to hold on to when things are going bad. It’s… less often, lately, that he does it out of friendship. It’s not even that now, not really - he should know it’ll bite him in the ass one day, approaching every new relationship he makes in a way similar to what he does at the VA, but.

All of his most significant relationships since he’s been back have been at the VA, except for Steve and Natasha. Maybe he doesn’t remember how to do it any other way. Soldiers who need a counselor, soldiers who need a friend, and he technically still falls in both of those categories.

Maybe he’ll change his tune after his first arena. But for right now - Sam’s just going to hug the guy as close as he can, and accept that he’s got someone else on his list that he’d do a hell of a lot for.

He pulls back when Initiate does, gripping his shoulder and giving it a final squeeze in response to that. Then he lets go, bumping his shoulder again as he stands to head back to the stove. “Let’s get some more pancakes in you, huh?”

Fade out here? c:

[carnagecarnival]

His ears flick and fold, making to hide their purple, however futile it is. His smile is embarrassed, even if pleased. His head drops as though he can hide it. The thought, this motherfucker must be some kind of serious human pale stud back on his home, crosses through his mind, but he doesn't dare voice it.

Pale trollkiller, is what he is. Thankfully, he ain't pale. That would be a disaster. Here, he can just call it comfortable.

He hopes Sam doesn't change his tune. It'd be nice, for once, not to see someone good come apart and go cruel or die.

He blinks, then grins wide at what Sam drops down on him. "SOUNDS LIKE THE BEST MOTHERFUCKING IDEA WHAT MY HEARDUCTS DONE TAKEN NOTE OF ALL SWEEP."