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]

"Well, I've kept away from him since the incident, so he hasn't threatened me recently -- it was at the last Crowning, the one for Clara Murphy."

Molotov leans against a filing cabinet and crosses her arms over her chest before explaining.

"We went for dinner a few times, at his request. The photographers got a few shots and the magazines wrote their stories around them. When I went into the Arena the first time, they were still talking about it. But then I met Tom, and... well, I'm sure you know how that goes. The press had their field day, dragged Cyrus through the mud. I tried telling them we were amicable and nothing was going on, but why listen to me when there's gossip to make up? Minister Reagan blames me for the bad press."

Well, no one said it had to be an honest explanation, but Cyrus would probably look just as bad for agreeing to fake a relationship in exchange for the good graces of an assassin and powerful Tribute.

[milieus]

While Jennifer has a passing familiarity with the content of some of the gossip publications, hearing Molotov's version of events is truly illuminating. She frowns and crosses the room to stand before the Tribute.

"Cyrus Reagan isn't the only politician in the Capitol, Ms. Cocktease. I'd like to speak to my husband about this, if you don't mind my breaking your confidence on the matter. I'm sure Arturas would have thoughts about Mister Reagan's behavior."

[molotov]

"May I ask your husband's standing?"

It's a polite question, asked more out of curiosity than anything else. If Molotov is going to allow Jennifer to bring in someone else, she'd like to be assured that they're not only relevant, but more powerful than Cyrus is, if possible. Anything to keep herself ahead in this silly little chess game.

[milieus]

"He's an advisor to President Snow," she says simply, hands pressed together neatly. "He oversees disciplinary matters presently, mostly in the outer districts. But he's worked closely with law enforcement for many years. I'm certain he could provide some insight."

[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."

[milieus]

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.