thecapitol | [open] darling i'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream

Who| Porrim and anyone in D5 or who happens to be around D5.
What| mingling in the D5 suites; addressing tribute concerns and getting to know her charges over tea.
Where| D5 suites
When| anytime between October 5th and now!
Warnings/Notes| probably none, aside from language! will update.

Soon after her initial introduction over the Network, and for the weeks following, Porrim finds herself situated at regular intervals in the District 5 lounge, a fresh tray of tea, pastries, sandwiches and assorted other delicacies spread across the table in front of her, and a handsome leather notebook poised in front of her, ready to take notes if necessary. She finds that these regular sessions--like open office hours in a university--are helpful to her Tributes. It's important for her to be accessible, especially when her district has the reputation that it does.

And, well, if she keeps a tiny silver flask nearby and occasionally slips a little something stronger into her tea, who can really blame her? The job of an Escort is a neverending headache, and the indomitable Miss Maryam is more than well-equipped to deal with the consequences. And true to her word, she's happy to socialize with anyone from another District who happens by; she'll never say no to new friends, to making new contacts and meeting new faces. After all, people are interesting. Especially when they come from such varied walks of life.

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Porrim blinks, watching him pile mayonnaise onto his sandwich. Her stomach turns, but she doesn't let on--aside from a slight incredulity in her expression. How...charming.

"Mm, one of my Tributes," she clarifies, when his question finally reaches her ears. "District Five, that is. I'm normally more well-informed, but it can be so hard when there are so many of you coming in all the time..."

"Oh, yeah!" Nitou nods enthusiastically as he polishes off that sandwich. "That's where they put me and all, District Five." And there he goes, grabbing another sandwich and lovingly applying just as much mayonnaise to it as the first. Really, Porrim's handling his mayo fixation better than some of the people back home.

"...Right." Good lord, this boy can eat. She's almost impressed. And certainly not complaining; far better than the ones that simply won't eat. "Well, in that case, allow me to introduce myself."

She holds out an elegant hand to shake. "Porrim Maryam. I'm Five's escort, which means I'm the one in charge of making sure you're in the right place at the right time."

Nitou reaches out to take that hand, and he's mercifully not covered in mayonnaise or food. He's somehow managed to inhale all of that quite neatly. "Kousuke Nitou." He pauses, trying to think of the best way to introduce himself. Something other than saying that he was the guy that was the reason unmarked leftovers in the District 5 fridge never lasted long. "I'm an ancient wizard!" There, that's super impressive and doesn't make him sound at all like the crazy hobo he looks like. Besides, maybe if he tells the right person, they'll decide he's not worth the trouble and send him home.

All he gets for his efforts to be impressive is a patented Maryam Slow Blink™. "Of course you are," she replies lightly. "But remember, none of that really matters here."

She's trying to be straightforward and matter-of-fact, not a jerk. "Unless they give you control of your powers during an Arena, your status as an ancient wizard simply doesn't do you much good."

Straightforward is good; Nitou responds well to straightforward. Mostly because he's pretty straightforward himself. "So what does do any good here, huh?" And, because something she said earlier is giving him ideas, "And when you say you're in charge of getting us places, does that mean you're in charge of getting us into restaurants and stuff like that?"

"Honestly?" Porrim sighs through her nose. "Pandering. Pander to exactly what the Capitol wants to see, and you'll be just fine. Making a stink or rebelling is pointless and will only cause you pain and misery."

A little exasperated, she pinches at the bridge of her nose. "Ah, not quite. More like making sure you make your scheduled appointments, appearances, those sorts of things."

"What, like tasing you and dragging you off for re-education?" Nitou's tone is nowhere near as flippant as it has been, though he's still not quite as serious as the topic might call for. "Yeah, yeah, been there, done that, got the marks and the T-shirt." And he reaches for another sandwich to ease the pain. "What kinda appointments and appearances, anyway? Just news crap? More parties?"

"Mm, something like that, yes." She's dropping the hardassery, because it's not called for. He hasn't done anything wrong--not yet, anyway, but she's of the opinions that her Tributes deserve the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps all he is is a peculiar boy with a very intense love of mayonnaise.

"Oh, pretty much. Plus fittings, interviews, dinners with potential sponsors, the whole mile."

Thinking Nitou's a peculiar boy with an intense love of mayonnaise would not in any way, shape, or form be wrong, really. "Dinners with potential sponsors? I can do that!" He considers this. "I don't suppose any of those sponsors own a mayonnaise company, huh?"

"I..."

Porrim laughs, quite caught off-guard. "No, I don't believe any of them do. But I'll see to it that you're matched up with sponsors of similar tastes, since I can see that that's very important."

"I mean," Nitou continues, leaning back in his chair, "you guys want enthusiasm and crap, right? I could manage that for a mayo company, if they'd give me free stuff..."

Porrim laughs again, sort of flabbergasted but finding herself intrigued by the idea. "Look," she says, mostly to placate him. "I will do my damnedest to find you someone affiliated with mayonnaise in some way shape or form. Hell, maybe we could even land you a spokesperson deal or something." She tosses her hair over her shoulder, rather haughtily.

"If anyone could pull it off, it'd be me. But I'm not making any promises, here. You're still expected to perform regardless of who your sponsors happen to be."

"Hey, I'd do it." Nitou grins at that. Might as well get something out of all this crap...and a spokesman deal might make it look like he's behaving a bit more than he actually plans on behaving. Everyone wins. "Alright, alright, I get it. Do the media thing and the Arena thing and whatever other thing you guys want." Those miserable re-education classes had been pretty much a crash course in that.

"Perfect." She grins, before popping the rest of her tea sandwich into her mouth and chewing daintily, dabbing cream cheese away from the corner of her mouth with her thumb. "I'm sure you'll be great, don't worry. I can already tell you're a talker, and the Capitol loves talkers."

"I'm way more of an eater than a talker, but I can do that!" Nitou proves this eating point by eating yet another sandwich. Where he puts it all is anyone's guess.

Oh, lord. It's turning Porrim's stomach to watch him eat like that, and this coming from someone with a healthy appetite herself. She looks away, coughing politely. "Perfect." She taps the table lightly with her knuckles. This conversation is finished, as far as she's concerned; she can't bear to watch him pile any more mayonnaise on any more sandwiches.

"Anyway. I have a small matter I need to attend to. It was nice meeting you." She gives Nitou a small smile. "I'll get back to you soon."

Nitou grabs another sandwich for the road and flashes her a grin. "Alright, then. I'll just be on my way!" He's whipping out the bottle of mayonnaise as he goes. At least he'll be out of there when he fixes the sandwich up. "Thanks for the snack!"

It takes concerted physical effort for her not to shudder. "Sure thing, dear. Any time. And don't be afraid to reach out to me if you need anything at all." Porrim waggles her fingers at him in a little wave.

"Ta, darling."

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