Staffer's Retreat

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WHO| Every Escort, Stylist and Mentor. Any Capitolites or Peacekeepers who might have reason to oversee or visit.
WHAT| A professional retreat for the overworked, underpaid, and super underappreciated Tribute Care Teams.
WHERE| A chalet in District One, easily accessible by train.
WHEN| Before the next death roll.
WARNINGS| Typical Capitolites being entitled asshats.
NOTES| I've put up some subthreads for various activities, if you want to add more just do so under the appropriate day subheader!

Staffer's Retreat. Mandatory. The teams for each District are given a handful of days to prepare for the weekend, which, they're told, is going to be scheduled for a weekend with no big shake-ups in the Arena and perfect weather for outdoor activities. On Friday morning, they're taken by train to a small chalet tucked into a mountainside. A few inches of snow covers the ground but the sky is clear, reflected in the beautiful lake at the base of the mountain.

Until Sunday evening, their days will be packed with "professional development". The schedule looks something like this:

Friday:
Icebreakers
Trust Falls
Hypothetical Scenarios: How to Be the First Person Chosen for a Bomb Shelter
Three-Legged Race
Self-Care Hour: Mandatory Yoga
Dinner
Breaking Down Stereotypes Workshop

Saturday:
Mandatory Mentor Group Therapy: PTSD is Not An Excuse
Mandatory Escort/Stylist Workshop: Building Trust with Your Tributes
Mandatory Sexual Harassment Training: Focus on Tribute/Mentor and Tribute/Escort Relationships
Lunch
Capture-the-Flag
Group Lego-Building
Dinner
12am Karaoke

Sunday:
5:30am Continental Breakfast
Compliment Circle
Journal Hour
Farewells

Comments

[fusshionable]

Porrim merely laughs, looking a tad awkward. "Porrim Maryam. Five's escort."

[perfectus]

"I knew that," Cal says, flashing an overtly, intentionally charming smile in Porrim's general direction before turning back to Jolie. "And, thanks, ma'am. I'll be sure to work them hard, just for you."

He clears his throat dramatically, fixing his gaze back on the District 5 Escort. He'd read her file. He could come up with something. Anything. "Porrim! 5's accomplishments over the last several Arenas are a credit to your efforts and work ethic. You've got kind of a mixed bag, especially that one with the speech impediment, but you don't seem to let it get you down. Good job on that! I hope you find another Victor right after we do."

It wasn't complete bullshit, but there was still a teflon quality to Calendius' cadence he couldn't entirely shake. Oh well. The staffer seems amenable to it, at least. Maybe the poor guy just wants to leave. "Now um," Cal scans the circle for someone yet to be called upon. "Porrim, let's hear something nice about Clara."

[fusshionable]

Porrim relaxes into her chair, looking amused at Cal's assessment of her. She even snorts at his reference to Initiate. "Don't I know it," she replies. "Thank you very much, Calendius, that's very sweet of you."

And lord knows she needs a Victor.

The Escort scans the circle until her gaze rests on Clara, giving the Mentor a warm smile. "Clara. Of course. I have to say, your warmth toward your Tributes is sincerely heartwarming. You were an excellent Tribute, and I can tell just from these last few Arenas that you're going to be an even better Mentor. It seems to come naturally to you."

The facilitator gives a little nod, glad that things are staying on track here.

"Lovely. And Clara, what do you have to say about our newest Mentor, Signless?"