Maybe I'm a sinner and not a saint

[milieus]

Who| Jennifer Blackwood & You.
What| Open log to chat with the Tribute Comfort & Care Administrator
Where| Jennifer's office in the Tribute Center
When| Anytime this month. Feel free to specify as needed.
Warnings/Notes| N/A

With the new influx of Tributes, Jennifer has had her work cut out for her. There are so many files to memorize, so many new faces to welcome to the Capitol. It's time consuming, but she finds purpose in it, and playing welcoming committee chair is something she's rather good at. The task of putting a friendly, human face to the Capitol is difficult, but she's somehow thriving. Of course, it doesn't hurt to have so many wonderful stylists and escorts on her side for this.

And happily, she's found some recent success in terms of Tribute requests. By all accounts, Feferi's salt water shampoo campaign is a real hit, and Buddy Glass has reported his satisfaction with Junior Peacekeeper Terezi's role as a media assistant, and Justine Florbelle was apparently pleased with her medical intern, Joly. And Jennifer had just received the happy news that Albert and Jet would be allowed a special suite to share, one which would unite the second and third floors. Construction would soon be underway, and Jennifer was pleased to share the news with them. Little things like that mattered in the end. Happy Tributes meant happy viewers at home, and happy viewers meant a happy President. And that was the bottom line, wasn't it?

In spite of the work she had before her, Jennifer purposely kept open office hours to allow Tributes, mentors, and employees of the Tribute Center to visit her to petition for various requests. Everyone was welcome to see her, but Jennifer was cautious after the incident with Eponine and found she was more likely to call for Peacekeeper back up than ever before. The moment a situation seemed like it would get out of hand, she would press one of several alarms hidden around her office and alert the authorities that she was in distress. These alarms were a new addition to her office, but a necessary one. She wasn't going to risk being attacked by a Tribute again.

Comments

[molotov]

"What insight, exactly, do you think he can provide?"

Molotov is obviously starting to become suspicious, her body language growing colder by the moment. She's getting the feeling that this is Capitolites trying to help each other, that they'll circle the wagons around her if she lets them.

And she's not about to let them.

[milieus]

Really, if anyone has reason to be worried, it's Cyrus Reagan, not Molotov Cocktease. Jennifer takes her work too seriously to let some idiot of a politician ruin her hard work and possibly thwart her husband's ambitions in the process. After all, it wouldn't do to have the wife of a political hopeful be seen as an utter failure.

"Arturas knows exactly what is permissible behavior for a politician of Cyrus Reagan's standing. And between you and me, there's nothing he'd like more than a chance to bring the Reagan family down a peg or two."

[molotov]

She's just wary of the Capitolites in general, particularly when more than one of them is involved in any given situation. Molotov knows where she stands, technically, in relation to them, and it makes her skittish to have substantial interaction with them, particularly after all this Cyrus business.

Give her a world where Jolie is the only non-Tribute she ever has to talk to.

"All right then," she agrees, after a cautious pause. "Talk to your husband. Let me know what he says."

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Jennifer smiles and nods before continuing on to get the door for Molotov. "You'll hear back from me about the bathroom situation regardless. We will certainly speak again soon, Ms. Cocktease."

[molotov]

"Thank you, Ms. Blackwood," Molotov answers, inclining her head, and then sweeps out into the hall and away, lighting a cigarette as she goes.