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[lassoftruthiness]

Who| Diana and OPEN
What| Diana is basically just trying to figure out the situation.
Where| Anywhere in the city, really, just make sure it's clear!
When| Between Arena's 5 and 6
Warnings/Notes| Nothing at the moment.

Diana was...unhappy, if the understatement could be forgiven. Taken from her bed, stripped of her powers, tossed into this world where she was meant to fight and kill for the entertainment of the ruling class...

Well, she was familiar with concept, obviously, but that didn't mean she liked it. And she liked even less what little she'd understood of the situation, of the history, before she'd been ushered to her quarters. As soon as she was left alone she was off, exploring the building, the city, anywhere she was allowed to go in search of answers. Of a crack in the prison walls.

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[doc_holi]

Holiday had been very much in the same boat, only that she had been thrown straight into an arena and death soon after once arriving. Now she was trapped in a melancholy state with nothing to exert it on. The best she could do was train for the next arena and see some of the sights... Well, she could do more, but a part of her couldn't go that far.

This evening she was sitting in the Tribute Lounge, looking out of the windows and just relaxing as much as she could. While she liked the District 8 common rooms, she found that she liked more of the traffic and distractions here, even if she didn't talk to anyone that often.

[lassoftruthiness]

The woman looked unhappy, and also unlike most of the population of the city. This led Diana to believe she was a fellow Tribute, which would certainly explain the unhappiness. It was a mixture of concern and a desire for answers that moved Diana to the woman's side.

"Is this seat taken?" she asked, indicating one nearby. She looked over the woman surreptitiously as she did so. The other didn't much look like a fighter, but appearances could be deceiving, and regardless, nobody should be forced to fight against their will, no matter their skill.

[doc_holi]

Holiday could handle her own, but she was by far not a fighter. It didn't mean that she couldn't handle a weapon or kick someone around, at least.

She looked over to the woman, shaking her head. "No, it's not." Not many people went out of their way to talk to anyone else around here, but Holiday didn't mind being ignored or being bothered during this time.

[lassoftruthiness]

"Thank you." Diana smiled gratefully, and sat down. "I'm used to big cities, but I must admit I find this place overwhelming," she remarked casually, a quiet observation. Something the woman could see as an invitation to a conversation or something she could politely ignore.

[strangeasangels]

Castiel was trying to find some place to think. Things had been overwhelming in the building they had been kept in so he decided to go for a walk. Not even a block from the training center he realized that the sense of overwhelming didn't stop there, it was everywhere. The colors were so bright and the people were dressed so oddly.

He was so engrossed in the visuals all around him he didn't notice the woman in front of him and collided with her. He pulled back and looked at her concerned.

"I am sorry, I did not see you." He said gruffly in apology.

[lassoftruthiness]

Diana stumbled, more out of surprise than anything and turned to face the man. "Oh, no, it's fine," she said, a little sheepish. "I shouldn't have been just standing in the middle of the sidewalk like that. This place...it's a bit distracting." This was meant to put the man at ease, but it was also true. Not since she'd first come to the Patriarch's World had she been so fascinated by the culture around her.

[strangeasangels]

"Yes...Distracting." He wasn't sure if that was the word he would choose, but it fit.

"Are you from here?" He did expect she was but he didn't want to assume. He hadn't seen her in the last arena. He wondered if she knew what was awaiting her.

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy was still abjectly miserable.

And while running till she was exhausted usually did the trick to cheer her up it had no such effect this time. So she had moved onto her next attempt. Stuffing her face.

Today found her strolling down one of the many city streets with a bag full of cakes and confectioneries from the tributes building. Because the best food you could have was free food.

Still even as she munched away on a cream puff and wondered if she would actually put on some weight finally she looked utterly, completely gloomy. Like a walking rain cloud in the otherwise cheerful, colorful, extravagant capital.

[lassoftruthiness]

Diana was beginning to get a sense of this place, she felt. For one, it was fairly easy to pick up on the differences between the Capitol Citizens and, say, the Tributes. The unhappy looking little girl walking past did not look like a Citizen.

This could be for any number of reasons, but not even Diana's optimism could delude her into thinking it was anything other than the most likely. Still, no reason not to check. "Excuse me, miss? I'm sorry, I think I'm a little lost. Are you at all good with directions?"

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy tensed the moment someone spoke to her and felt her instincts telling her to run. Still she swallowed down those feelings along with a mouthful of doughnut and stopped, turning to address the adult.

"Uh...not really..." Once the question settled in her mind it ouccured to Sandy she barely knew the city outside of the tower. Finding her way back to the tower had been mostly luck to this point.

"I'm not from around here." She added realizing that just the first part might be thought rude.

[polyturtle]

Well, if Diana happens upon a sushi place, she'll find...this turtle. Yup. A turtle. Easting sushi. What are the odds? And judging by the fact people kept interrupting him during his lunch for autographs and pictures, he was not a native.

...Though he really wished he could finish his sushi.

[lassoftruthiness]

Diana had seen stranger.

Well. It's pretty high up there, just with the combined factors of the giant turtle and the sushi, but still, she's got experience with this sort of thing. So when she entered the sushi place, in need of some fuel if she was going to continue her explorations, to see a giant turtle she didn't even blink.

Alright, so she stared a little, but thoughtfully, and after a moment went over to him, leaning close as she spoke, "I don't wish to intrude, but if you like, I can sit next to you and pretend we are eating together. It won't hold off everyone, but sometimes they'll hesitate to ask if they see you're with someone else."

[polyturtle]

"...Oh." At this, he turned to the woman as she spoke. "Yeah, no, I don't mind if you don't mind the rumor mill that will come out of it."

It was pretty obvious she wasn't Capitol, just by the way she spoke. He'd noticed that the people of the Capitol had a certain way of speaking, and this woman was...not speaking that way. Not even taking into consideration her looks, which were also very not Capitol. So he motioned for her to take a seat next to him.

[shambler]

R goes back to the elevators. It's comforting to shuffle in there and stand there riding them up and down for hours, a little bit of routine back from home at the Terminal. Ride the escalator, ride the conveyor when they work, and things should be like they used to.

Until the Living people pile into his elevator. It didn't stop surprising him when they walked in, gave him a curious look at the muzzle, but still pushed themselves in to stand next to him.

R stared.

He was still staring at the next person came on, a tall Living woman with thick black hair that a zombie could grab onto, longer than even Julie's. R was finding this Invasion of the Living interestingly stressful now, enough to open his mouth and croak:

"What...floor?"

[lassoftruthiness]

Diana stared for only a moment, more startled at his ability to speak than that there was a zombie on the elevator at all. "Oh," she said, a little flustered by the question. "Surprise me, I guess. I'm not going anywhere in particular, just looking around. That's a fantastic piece of technology, if you don't mind me commenting."

[shambler]

R turns at the "surprise me" and hopes he can get this right. Spontaneous thinking isn't really his thing, usually, and he jabs at a random button in front of him. The first couple of attempts misses. On the third try he finally gets it, the number 4 lighting up a pretty blue color as the doors close. R tries to ape what he saw the other passengers doing all day: making awkward small-talk. Trying not to make eye contact, though, is a bit harder than he expected. (Creepy staring is kinda his thing).

"This?" R points at the elevator. He shrugs and grunts. "Nice. Good times."

Look, he's even grinning, sort've. It's the kind of grin that sends the few fans he has running for the hills or to the other Tributes. You're kind of okay, lady.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine had slowly been starting to get used to this place. Now he planned on doing some research on his own. He had requested some tapes for his view and was on the way to carry them up to his room when he crossed Diana in the hallway.

He gave her a friendly smile, because she was someone he had not seen yet, and wanted to try to greet where when he ended up clumsily dropping a couple of the tapes on the floor. At least they had protective cases and didn't crack, but it was still a little embarrassing to make a fool of himself like that.

"Oh, sorry," he said, as his smile grew a little embarrassed. He bent to pick up the one that had fallen into her path and balanced the others carefully in his arms to stop them from joining the two that had fallen onto the floor.

[lassoftruthiness]

"No, it's fine," Diana assured him. She moved forward, her hands twitching with the urge to help, but she didn't want to make it worse. "Would you like some help?"

[mediumdrip]

Blaine paused and looked up at her and smiled. "Sure. Thank you."

[from_a_distance]

Clint did most of his exploration up on the rooftops, but today he's down on the street, taking a closer look. He's not spending any money (not that he has any to spend) in any of the shops. Mostly, he's just trying not to stick out.

After his performance in the last arena, though, it's not like anyone is clambering for his autograph.

[lassoftruthiness]

He stuck out to Diana, although that was mostly because she was looking for those who were like herself, who didn't quite belong in the Capitol. So far, all of those she'd met had proved to be fellow Tributes, so most likely this man was the same. She almost didn't want to disturb him, since she was starting to get the sense that the Tributes in general didn't get much time to themselves.

But she needed to get her bearings and other Tributes were, on the whole, much more talkative and frank than the Citizens, so she came up beside him at what seemed an opportune moment. "You know," she started, conversationally. "I can't say I'm too fond of this city so far, but I can't deny they are a very creative people."

[from_a_distance]

He glanced over at her. And then up. A bit.

"Creative?"

He was cool rolling without introductions if she was, and it seemed pretty obvious to him that she wasn't one of the Capitol citizens.

[peacekeeperavox]

It was hard not to run into an Avox, in the Training Center. They were everywhere, dressed in plain, unobtrusive clothes, either actively cleaning or standing silently in corners with pleasant, blank expressions, waiting to serve.

Darius was wiping down the floor-to-ceiling glass in the elevator. He'd have been long down, except that every time a tribute or citizen stepped in, he had to stop, fading into a corner with his cleaning supplies tucked out of the way.

[lassoftruthiness]

"It's alright if you wish to keep cleaning," said Diana, noticing him the man move towards the corner as she entered the elevator, ready to go back to her rooms and think over all the information she'd gathered for the day. "I don't wish to keep you from your work."

[peacekeeperavox]

He smiled politely, tucking his cleaning cloth out of sight behind his leg, and bowed a shallow bow. He'd wait, it all said.