Porrim Maryam (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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thecapitol2014-11-16 07:09 pm
fusshionable) wrote in thecapitol2014-11-16 07:09 pm
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[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.
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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Suddenly, Porrim feels a bit sheepish, and a bit alarmed. That was a bit more vulnerable than she'd intended to be. So she straightens up, suddenly all business again. "Anyway. I think what we'll do is start off with you putting in an appearance at some party or other. Keep it light, happy. Sociable. We'll put words in the right ears how happy you are to be starting things off on the right foot again. A new leaf. And I'll be with you every step of the way."
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She isn't under the impression that the people behind the curtain, so to speak, are automatons. Just because they don't know what it's like in the Arena doesn't mean they aren't working hard, that they aren't human. Capable of the same secret lives as anyone.
So she doesn't pry, doesn't comment further, and let's Porrim dictate that the conversations gets business-like again.
"Good. I can probably do photoshoots and all better than I can do interviews right now. Especially if they catch me in profile." She turns her face and hides her brand with her hand. "Ta-dah."
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"Oh, Miss Milo, how striking." It's a genuine horror to have done something like that to a face like Venus's, but Porrim thinks abstractly that if anyone could pull it off with moxie, it's Venus. Not that she'll be voicing any such opinion. "No interviews, then, for now, but we'll put you down for a few events in the upcoming weeks. Start you off slow, I don't want to overwhelm you."
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