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Who| Don and OPEN
What| Handling everything that's happened.
Where| Throughout the Capitol
When| Throughout the weeks in between Arenas
Warnings/Notes| Possible violence. Definite confusion and angst.

She was out. Thank shell. Momoko was all right now. At least, for now. At least until they decided to cut her tongue out.

And maggots crawling on her body, her mouth forever open in a scream.

Don sat in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He pushed the disturbing thoughts of Momoko out of his mind, of the others as well. He hated the flashbacks. At least, he was pretty sure they were flashbacks. But he wasn't so sure anymore. Something was too vivid about them. Something was off about them, somehow, from what he recalled of the Arena before his transformation. Or even the few parts afterwards that he was able to bring himself to watch. He couldn't figure out what.

But...perhaps. Perhaps if they could alter people's bodies, what prevented them from altering people's minds? What if they were doing this to warn him? What if the Capitol was onto his and Eliot's strategy? Or...or what if it was the drugs that Bartlett laced the food with? Could they still be messing with his mind? Or...what if it was both?

The turtle rubbed his head and sighed. He really hated not knowing the answers. Or having them just out of reach where he couldn't grab them and gain that eureka moment he so enjoyed back home. Now all he felt was frustration, and fear, and worry.

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"...Quieter might be better." Don nodded thoughtfully. "How does to rooftop sound to you?"

"Good." She offered out her arm, for the green gentleman to lead her up to the roof.

Thus Donatello crooked his arm into hers, leading her to the roof. He didn't come up to the rooftop often, but he knew it was a place where not many people would be, at least not at that time of the day. Night was the more preferred time to go up, and nighttime it wasn't.

"So what's worrying that shiny head of yours?" She said with a warm smile for her friend, tucking her coat around her as the chilly air hit them.

"Lottie..." Don was quiet before he responds. "You're not a fan of the Arenas, are you?"

She went too still for a moment, feeling everything she was trying to ignore surge up for a moment.

"In think that would be a fair way to put it."

"Lottie, I..."

At this, Don looked around. How to say without saying it.

"I was wondering if, in the next Arena, you were willing to do an Alliance. You know...like Momoko and I...or Ariadne and I did."

Momoko. Ariadne. Two people who'd somehow managed to win after they allied with him. It would probably not take much for Lottie to realize why he'd ask such a question.

I want to get you out of there. I want to help you win.

She was quite on the same page with him, but Momoko...Ariadne...the want to win, to not do this over and over struck hard.

And of course, she had allied with Don before. So she was happy to agree.

"Of course, I'd love to!"

"All right." Don nodded, smiling. "We're going to get you out."

She blinked.

And then her eyes lit up.

"Really?!"

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"Yeah." Don smiled sheepishly. "I want to try and get you out. Would...would you be willing to go into an alliance with me?"

"Yes, yes, of course I would!"

She clapped her hands, suddenly bursting with happiness. Out of here. For good. The thought was overwhelming.

"All right then." Don nodded, happy that Lottie was happy. "Is there anyone you want to help out with this, anyone who can keep it under wraps? If anyone learned what we were trying to do, they might openly target you."

'They' meaning 'the Gamemakers'.

"Maybe..." She could think of a lot of people. A lot of people she hoped, at least, would help her.

But trust was hard for her here. Still. "Riddick...Momoko is out, Some, maybe Adel..."