Swann Honeymead (
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You make me smile with my heart
Who| Everyone in the Capitol is welcome
What| Swann is way into holidays. Like... very into them.
Where| Central Commons aka the lobby
When| VALENTINE'S DAY
Warnings/Notes| Swann being Swann, you will be forcibly loved
Swann looks significantly better than she has over the past two weeks, when she was practically gaunt with exhaustion and not eating well. But now, she looks as happy and glowing as she did the first day she walked into Tribute Tower -- her skin is porcelain and perfect and devoid of lines and dark circles. Her hair falls in perfect curls around her face, a heart braided into the back of her head.
And she's perfectly perky again, as if she never stopped being a chirping ball of sunshine.
This is because she's spent the past three days "working from home". While her Tributes in the Arena have never gone without, it is very clear that she was working on... well, not Games work, really.
There's a table of sweets and decorations, all beautiful and immaculate and homemade. Hanging from the ceilings are little handcrafted packets of sweets. They're free for the taking, as Swann flutters around, all smiles and mingling, chatting up the few media members and fans around.
Sometimes a girl just needs to spend some time baking and doing crafts.
From a district whose Escorts don't let you indulge (ahem One and Two, and also poor Seven)? No worries. This morning, every District received a large basket of fresh, homemade chocolate covered strawberries and cake pops, along with little individually addressed cards, reminiscent of the ones children give out in school.
Except fancier and more glittery and signed with a swirly S.H.
Come and get you some Valentine's Day, people.
What| Swann is way into holidays. Like... very into them.
Where| Central Commons aka the lobby
When| VALENTINE'S DAY
Warnings/Notes| Swann being Swann, you will be forcibly loved
Swann looks significantly better than she has over the past two weeks, when she was practically gaunt with exhaustion and not eating well. But now, she looks as happy and glowing as she did the first day she walked into Tribute Tower -- her skin is porcelain and perfect and devoid of lines and dark circles. Her hair falls in perfect curls around her face, a heart braided into the back of her head.
And she's perfectly perky again, as if she never stopped being a chirping ball of sunshine.
This is because she's spent the past three days "working from home". While her Tributes in the Arena have never gone without, it is very clear that she was working on... well, not Games work, really.
There's a table of sweets and decorations, all beautiful and immaculate and homemade. Hanging from the ceilings are little handcrafted packets of sweets. They're free for the taking, as Swann flutters around, all smiles and mingling, chatting up the few media members and fans around.
Sometimes a girl just needs to spend some time baking and doing crafts.
From a district whose Escorts don't let you indulge (ahem One and Two, and also poor Seven)? No worries. This morning, every District received a large basket of fresh, homemade chocolate covered strawberries and cake pops, along with little individually addressed cards, reminiscent of the ones children give out in school.
Except fancier and more glittery and signed with a swirly S.H.
Come and get you some Valentine's Day, people.
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Pfffff, this wasn't an imposition, this was an opportunity. A chance to get up close and personal with some Tributes and to see how they are in their downtime and to research. It's very important to research when you're writing things. Though from the moment she passes security and walks into the central commons, she's too boggled to really be observing very much.
"Woah..." That much pastel confectionery is like a magnet to a teenaged girl with an impossible sweet tooth. Eyes wide, she scoots on over and hovers at the edge of the table, fingers arched and ready to grasp at things, but not sure if she should be grasping at them.
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Luckily, most of them are still in the Arena.
No matter how Swann feels about specific fan groups, she's all smiles as she flits by, a pink dog wearing a Cupid costume at her feet. "Oh, you can have some!" she says, waving gently in the girl's direction. "It's free for the taking!"
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"Really? Really?! Aaaah, that's great! Thank you! Wow, everything looks so good..." She immediately snatches up a cupcake with pastel green frosting, and starts peeling the wrapper away. Before she can take a big bite, though, she does remember that she's here for a reason....
"Oh, oh, have you seen Torin Byrd around? One of the District 2 mentors? I've, I've got something for him."
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Swann clasps her hands in front of her skirt and bounces a little on the balls of her feet.
"I haven't seen Torin this morning, no. He's probably up in the District 2 Suite, a lot of the Mentors are sort of... homebodies? They don't go out so much. Do you know him?"
She's suddenly suspicious that this girl might want to use her for Suite access.
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After he's done that, he allows himself to go gather some sweets from the basket. He's always had a bit of a fondness for candy, even if he restricts the intake now to keep his figure. He takes a cakepop and a handful of strawberries and goes to sit at the living room couch with his network device.
He sends Swann a text. S.H. - no Marisol?
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She was expecting a Sponsor, but what she finds takes her by surprise and makes her smile. As she texts back, Marcel hops up next to her to settle down for a nap.
We don't all feel the need to use our full name all the time, JC4.
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He considers adding an emoticon to that, but decides that's something for people much more ebullient than he considers himself. Swann will pick up on the tone, he trusts. She knows him better than just about anyone here.
He finishes off the cake pop and puts in an order on his pad for more food for each of his Tributes. It won't arrive until later today, and against his better fortune he hopes that one of his Tributes will die before then so he can use the money on something else. Keeping six alive in the Arena is a task. The budget's straining and whimpering like wet wood in a cold snap.
Mother always told me sending thank you texts was rude. come to d7
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Leaving the table is easy, because everything was meant for the taking anyway. Swann scoops up Marcel and her purse and a larger tote that usually carries paperwork, then takes the elevator up to the seventh floor, her finger almost hitting the button for eight just out of habit.
She walks in cautiously, looking around. It suddenly occurs to her that she's never been in another District's suite, and she looks over the similarities and differences for a moment before moving toward the living room.
"Jason?"
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kite date cutest date
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"I respect your style, Honeymead, I really do," Cora joked around and raised his bottle of water as an impromptu toast to her and to Marcel the tiny Cupid dog. Sure it was overwhelming at first, and it wasn't his cup of tea, but he had to give credit where credit was due.
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Marcel lets out a small bark and circles around Swann's feet before standing up on his back legs to beg for a treat that she produces from a small pink clutch. "I even made these treats," she adds, holding up one of the heart-shaped doggie cookies.
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He knew she was working herself ragged at times, and something with Jason Compson set her off to a frenzy so he inquired, "Are you okay?"
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From under the table, she produces another basket of strawberries, just as pink and covered with sprinkles as every other batch. The berries themselves are massive and juicy, a testament to Eleven's food production skills. She waves vaguely at Marcel, who barks again and then heads to Leo because maybe that guy has some treats too. He's a tame little ball of cotton candy fur, letting his tongue loll out as he looks up at Leo. "Yeah, of course, it's fine. He's being greedy today, though, don't let him get at anything or he'll eat it right up."
Setting the basket down on the table, she smiles at him. "I'm fine! Why?"
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Or maybe it's because someone's thrown a party and there's free food.
Dressed in a red sequin minidress with a pale pink, curly wig and matching lipstick, Oceana meanders toward the party's hostess, already carrying a plate full of macarons and cupcakes. "Hey, girl," she chirps in her girl-voice, grinning blithely. "Cute party. You do this all by yourself?"
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"I did!" Swann is bubbly beyond belief today, and she's already reaching out for Oceana, to greet her. "I love your hair! The color is so pretty, it really is."
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"Thank you, baby, that's so sweet of you. Compliment me enough and I'll tell you where I bought it." She winks, several times, exaggeratedly, before letting go. "You and me almost match, that's fucking adorable."
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Which is super unnecessary, because Swann perpetually looks like this, and Oceana actually changes her look up.
"Did you guys get the strawberries and cake pops I sent up?"
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"Oh, my...pink," she slowly, as if concerned it may attack her, picked up one of the little cake pops to inspect. "I believe you've lost a deal of weight since the last time we met, my dear."
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She smiles at... Sadie, it's Sadie, and holds her hand out for a shake. She can't afford to lose the formalities with Sponsors, of all people.
"Happy Valentine's Day!"
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"Allow me to return this little fellow to his friends- ah, there you go, poor dear" and places it back on the table so her non-drink wielding hand is now open meet Swann's for the shaking. "Charming, darling. Love is so often refused it's due these days. To the devastation of us all."
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"You did all this? It's wonderful."
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Swann comes to join Emily, pink puffball of a cupid trotting happily behind her, his tongue lolling out. She picks him up as she stops at Emily's side, smiling widely.
"Thank you. It was fun, I needed a break to do these kinds of things. Stuff that isn't so stressful. I thought the holiday was a good excuse to take the time, even if the Arena is still on."
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Needless to say, she's quite taken in by the decor of the lobby, letting out a dreamy sigh as she exits the elevator and takes it all in.
"I've died and gone to Candyland heaven."
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"Have some, please. I can't take all these things back home!"
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