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[capitolprivilege]

Who| Stephen and D6 | Stephen and anyone
What| Trying to convince his Tributes to go the fuck to sleep, and unwinding himself when the kids are in bed
Where| D6 rooms | the coffeeshop downstairs
When| Thursday morning
Warnings/Notes| First prompt closed to D6; the other's open!

A:

Stephen is usually around the D6 rooms. Generally, he's easygoing -- he was stricter for a while there, but after the last Arena, now that his traitor cuff's come off, he's started to let his Tributes get away with more. If you've come to him with a problem, he's done his best to help you, and he's also had a conversation with each of his Tributes about just how many public appearances they want to make. If a Tribute requests that their fancy-event invitations be kept to a minimum, he's done his best to facilitate that. If a Tribute wants to play the social game and network, Stephen's helped them with that, too.

Today, though, he's trying to get in touch with all of his Tributes, because he has something very important to ask them to do.

He has to ask them to sleep.

Stephen is generally sticking around the D6 rooms. When his Tributes wake up, they'll find him in the common area, playing on a tablet. He'll look up at them and grin.

"Morning."

B:

Leave it to Stephen not to take his own advice. Around 4pm, he can be found on the ground floor of the Tribute Center, sipping some kind of froofy coffee. There's probably like three kinds of chocolate in it. It smells divine. If anyone meets his eye, he'll flash them a smile, and wave if he knows them. He's got a tablet propped up in front of him, and it looks like he's flipping through an e-release of a vapid Capitol magazine.

Comments

[capitolprivilege]

"I'm waiting up for stragglers like you," Stephen says, slinging an elbow over the back of his chair. "I'll nap once I've given everyone the heads-up."

[tasermaiden]

Darcy can't help but look a little guilty at that. "I'm not the last one, am I?" God she hopes she isn't because she'd feel like a huge dick if she was.

[capitolprivilege]

"Second last," he informs her, waving a hand -- no big deal, don't worry about it. "I haven't seen hide or hair of Bro Strider all day."

[tasermaiden]

Well, that is and isn't a comfort. "Nice to know I'm not dead last," she snarks. "So what are these things like? I mean, I was at the last one, but I figured the gleeful embracing of a dystopia's because of where ever the last Victor's from."

AKA oh god, don't tell her that they're all theme parties.

[capitolprivilege]

"They're basically theme parties," Stephen says, "based on the Victor's home, yeah. So this one should have something to do with Alternia, or Beforus, or wherever it is the trolls are from."

[tasermaiden]

"I thought Trolls came from the 80s." And yet another reference that will sadly go right over Stephen's head. "So, I guess that this means the Arena'll probably happen soon. Have they given you any hints to pass along? Or that you're not supposed to pass along, but you will anyway because you like us?"

Darcy is totally aware that this is the worst attempt to get information.

[capitolprivilege]

"Nothing you can't find out from Panem Nightly," Stephen says, guilt curling behind his smile. "I'm serious about that nap, Darcy. Here or at the Crowning, it doesn't matter. Just be sure you're bright and chipper for most of the party."

[tasermaiden]

"Aww, you're no fun," she says with a little, half-hearted sulk. "I'll try to take a nap. Hell, I'll even try to do it before the party so I can be all smiley for the cameras."

[capitolprivilege]

"The Capitol thanks you for your cooperation," quips Stephen in a bored, self-parodying tone. He waves a hand at her. Go, go on.

[tasermaiden]

"The Darcy would like to file a complaint about the Captiol's time management skills," she takes another sip of coffee, "but I'll save that for after the party." Yeeeeah, she's just gonna retreat back to her room and dick around a bit before attempting to follow his advice and take a nap.