But I'm not alive until you call

[milieus]

Who| Jennifer Blackwood & Open
What| Open office hours with your friendly neighborhood Capitol liaison.
Where| Jennifer's office at the Tribute Center.
When| After the mini-arena.
Warnings/Notes| ???

Jennifer's office is tastefully appointed and kept tidy as always, with fresh red roses in a vase on her desk, placed beside the framed photograph of her husband, Arturas. The stack of files on her desk are kept in a neat pile, with Punchy's file sitting plainly at the top. It's clear that she's been quite busy, updating, reorganizing, keeping on top of the changes around the Tribute Center.

But Jennifer isn't in at the moment. She's been called out briefly, but is expected to return at any moment. The Avoxes that tend to her needs indicate that any visitors she may have should wait for her in the office at one of the chairs adjacent to her desk. One Avox arrives with a tray of tea, another with some light snacks, though they soon depart, leaving the guest alone for a minute or so before Jennifer's arrival.

Comments

[medecin]

Joly has no problems, exactly, but he's realized he's not thanked Mrs. Blackwood properly for her help in his being allowed to study some medical texts, and having worked his way through quite a few since she'd arrange it, it's occurred to him to drop by and at least let her know it is appreciated. A job like this, especially right now, cannot be easy, much as he dislikes the Capitol, so he'd like to make it a little better, if he might.

That, and his recent arrest and ration of Miracle Whip, which terrified him a lot, has him a bit subdued, a bit more inclined to think things through, and, really, though he wasn't the only one involved in the protest around the mini arena, he does feel badly about the fact that it might reflect badly on her. So, he's made his way over, and is waiting, a little sheepishly, for her return, standing up as she comes in, and giving her a nod in greeting.

[silberfuchs]

Albert waits.

He doesn't have any of the offered refreshment, though the tea is looked at longingly for a moment. Still, he hasn't forgotten what was potentially a threat to Jessica the last time he was here. Or a warning. He can't figure it out, even in hindsight. Everything is too murky. But his reason for being here... well, there is indeed something he wants, but a side effect, he hopes, is that he'll find out where her loyalties really lie.

So he waits.

[perfectus]

By the time Jennifer rolled back in, the sound of muffled sobbing had already begun floating down the hall. The tea does little to calm Calendius' nerves, and the snacks would go straight to his love handles (or where they would be) anyways. Honestly, just the thought of it all was enough to make him sniffle dramatically into a simple cotton handkerchief. Though it was balled up and snotty, the monogram was still clearly visible. It was an impressive monogram. It even made use of his middle initial.

He didn't notice her as she entered the office. Frankly, he was too distraught. His Tributes all seemed to hate him, and, to make matters worse, this morning he'd found them making French toast in the kitchen. At this rate, there was no way District 2 would be competitive by the time the Arena rolled around. That thought alone was enough to make him convulse into another sob, pawing at his eyes again with the snotty, monogrammed handkerchief. It wasn't fair. None of it was fair.