[closed] when i walk in, sit up straight

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Who| Porrim + Signless
What| Having a little get-to-know-you lunch date!
Where| The cutest little cafe in the Capitol
When| During Week 2 of the Arena
Warnings/Notes| None!



It's a couple of weeks until Signless's schedule allows for Porrim to sneak him off for their lunch date; his new status as a Mentor combined with his newfound popularity as the most recent Victor means that even someone with her status has to wait a bit. But Porrim's not fussed; she's happy to wait as long as she gets to actually sit down with Signless and get some one-on-one time.

When the appointed time and day rolls around, Porrim escorts him to her choice in restaurant herself. The place was picked with a rather tongue-in-cheek manner; it's a small cafe, violently pastel and frou-frou, full of canoodling couples. It's the last place you'd expect anyone to be meeting up with their alternate universe not-son.

They're led to their table, and Porrim is highly aware of and highly amused by the fact that she sticks out like a sore thumb, dressed all in black and gold. She perches primly in her chair and orders a cup of Earl Grey for starters.

"I hope you like pink," she tells Signless across the table. "Almost everything on the menu is some shade of it."

Comments

[69problems]

"The rest of the Stylists in this tower could use to learn from you, then. Every time there's a public function half the tributes look awkward and unhappy and not much else."

Seriously. Every crowning, to say nothing of the various and sundry parties, he sees more tributes looking like they wish they could burn their clothes than ones that look elegant and inspired.

"I think it was all the walking I did before I came here. I wouldn't have the legs for them otherwise."

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Porrim finds herself wishing suddenly that she'd stayed on as a Stylist--long enough to help make some changes around the Tower. Still, there were a lot of factors that led to her change in position, and not seeing her love for fashion transform into a chore was certainly one of them. "Maybe I'll set forth a few suggestions," she agrees nonetheless, because it's sort of ridiculous how much these Stylists don't even consider the affect their inflictions have on their Tributes.

"Makes sense," she goes on. "You're lucky. Not everyone is blessed with toned limbs."

[69problems]

"I'm sure at least within your district you could make a difference," he says in what he hopes is an encouraging tone. "And if they take, other districts might adopt them as well. We all want to be performing at peak capacity where we can."

And he means performing in every sense of the word. They all apply in Panem.

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"That's true," she murmurs thoughtfully. "All it takes, really, is a spark."

And that's a rather interesting idea, one that definitely carries over into other aspects of her life. "I'll have to see what I can do."

we can probably fade this soon unless there's anything else you wanted?

[69problems]

"If you're anything like the other Maryams I've known, you won't have any trouble."

He finishes off his tea, allowing the last of the warmth to settle in him. This has been such a nice distraction from all of the stress he's been dealing with as of late, and he's going to enjoy that for the absolute longest he can.

fine by me!!

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That seems to amuse her, but there's also a faint glow of pride behind Porrim's smug expression as she settles back into her chair, popping a macaron into her mouth and finishing off her own cup of tea to wash it down. "Lovely," is her simple reply.

She's feeling much the same. A good distraction indeed, and a good start to what she hopes will be a good friendship. She ought to have tea more often.