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thecapitol2015-01-19 12:35 am
belongsontv) wrote in thecapitol2015-01-19 12:35 am
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Who| Milla Vodello, district mates! Open to visitors.
What| Milla aggressively over cooks, expects her district mates to eat all of it. Awkward discussions of death, dismemberment and aliens ensue.
Where| District 11 suite.
When| Catch all log for return of District 11 tributes. During arena 12/before the crowning.
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of death, murder, blood shed, etc. Also Milla mothering everyone.
Her own early death in the arena left Milla with very little to do beyond find herself glued to the television feeling more than a little frustrated that she wasn't there. If she hadn't gotten into that fight or run into those creatures- the woman gave a frustrated sigh at the thought waving it away as she focused on cleaning the counter top.
Whatever worrying is brushed off in favor of something more relaxing. Cooking. Milla knew she should keep her eyes focused forward, but... some dallying couldn't hurt. Her suitemates would need to be fed after all, the mental minx had no qualms about doing as much.
Those video tapes of the arena would be waiting for her anyway. She could be a proper Psychonaut later on. Now, she'd much rather keep her hands busy, busy doing something genuinely relaxing and helpful.
It's why any who step off of the elevator will find themselves blindsided by the sound of salsa music and scent of comfort food. Milla Vodello is anything if efficient. Whoever came into the kitchen was very likely to be fussed over and fed if Milla had anything to say about it.
What| Milla aggressively over cooks, expects her district mates to eat all of it. Awkward discussions of death, dismemberment and aliens ensue.
Where| District 11 suite.
When| Catch all log for return of District 11 tributes. During arena 12/before the crowning.
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of death, murder, blood shed, etc. Also Milla mothering everyone.
Her own early death in the arena left Milla with very little to do beyond find herself glued to the television feeling more than a little frustrated that she wasn't there. If she hadn't gotten into that fight or run into those creatures- the woman gave a frustrated sigh at the thought waving it away as she focused on cleaning the counter top.
Whatever worrying is brushed off in favor of something more relaxing. Cooking. Milla knew she should keep her eyes focused forward, but... some dallying couldn't hurt. Her suitemates would need to be fed after all, the mental minx had no qualms about doing as much.
Those video tapes of the arena would be waiting for her anyway. She could be a proper Psychonaut later on. Now, she'd much rather keep her hands busy, busy doing something genuinely relaxing and helpful.
It's why any who step off of the elevator will find themselves blindsided by the sound of salsa music and scent of comfort food. Milla Vodello is anything if efficient. Whoever came into the kitchen was very likely to be fussed over and fed if Milla had anything to say about it.