Staffer's Retreat

[whatisay]

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

[perfectus]

"Gee, thanks, Jenny." Cal smiled back, expression very nearly matching Jennifer's. They could do the distant-thing. He could do the distant-thing. No problem at all.

"But you know," he said, expression turning suddenly thoughtful. "I think if we really wanted to, my family could figure it out. Everyone in the Districts gets microchipped, so, hypothetically, you could track them down based on their families if you really wanted to. People just don't."

It wasn't meant to be a profound statement. In fact, it wasn't. It was just an idle thought. Still, the more Cal considered it, it was kind of fascinating. The Capitol really could keep up with the whereabouts and goings on of anybody they chose. They just didn't. The lives of District citizens just weren't meaningful enough to bother.

[milieus]

"Would you like to know?" She was genuinely curious. For all her fascination with Cal and her budding emotional attachment to him, he still had the capacity to surprise her. He was, at times, an enigma. A perfect, sculpted, tanned enigma. "If you wanted to, I'm sure I could pull some strings for you and research your ancestry."

It occurred to her then just how eager she must have seemed, wanting to examine and piece together the parts of his past that he could only ever imagine or blindly grasp at. It made her feel so important to make the offer, but beyond that, she wanted to give Cal something no one else could ever offer him. But sounding too excited about the prospect of pouring over his family tree was likely going to raise a few eyebrows. "If nothing else, it might be something interesting to puzzle over on my evenings off. A relaxing little side project, if you will."