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

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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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"I like these cherry things," Terezi supplies with teasing helpfulness. She figures that is probably not exactly what Porrim meant, but that might also be her own paranoia talking. When you've lived under an oppressive government for this long, "observations" doesn't sound quite as innocent anymore.

"I am sure that anything you make up would be completely believable to the masses at large. Just make sure to add in a lot of steamy one-liners and romantic fluff. And if you need any leads," she adds, flashing an unabashed grin, "I am more than happy to mercilessly embarrass my fellow Tributes for the sake of a laugh."

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"Well, then, I'll make a note to keep them in supply," Porrim says genially. "Don't worry, though. Nothing sinister. I just want to make sure everyone stays happy and healthy, and even though you're not strictly one of my Tributes, you're around them enough that you're included in that, too."

Porrim laughs into her hand at Terezi's offer. "If I ever feel the need to write something extra-salacious, I know where to turn."

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"Good. Team Mom. I like it. I've never had a Mom before." Terezi is joking, of course. About considering Porrim her mother, that is. The idea of having familiar relations that you actually get to meet--let alone live with--is still strange and fascinating. She doesn't really get Albert's fixation with treating her like his human offspring, but she doesn't mind it so much.

She's not sure that she would mind the attention from this human, either. At least as far as she knows so far.

"I am also available for non-salacious answers. Have you heard about the Yogurt War yet? If not, you will."

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Porrim laughs. "Team Mom. I love it. I do sometimes feel a bit like everyone's mother, it's true. Only I didn't have to deal with birthing you all, so."

She grins, but then grimaces. "Oh, I know all about it. That happened during my first week as Escort." The Capitolite shakes her head slowly. "It reeked of sour dairy in here for weeks afterward."