thecapitol | [semi open] A World of Madness

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[semi open] A World of Madness

Who| Leo and any revived District 2 Tributes, along with any staff
What| Examining the recovery process through each arena and making sure
Where| D2 Floor and the Training facilities
When| Week 2
Warnings/Notes| Swearing and details about the Arena deaths.

A. Death's a Slap on the Wrist [Locked to D2]

Watching the Arenas as a spectator wasn't that uncommon an activity for Leonidas to partake. He would take notes and analyze the data gathered from it to attune his training sessions with his former clients. It was his duty as a former Career and to his District. But this was the first time he was doing all of this as a staff member. He had to commend the otherworlders and their efforts in survival: the Capitol truly brought strong ones to the bloodbath. But the moment he saw someone die, Leo bit back his arrogance and decided to wait for them. He had to see the process of revival from a physical and psychological point of view. He took a tasergun as a precaution against any particularly violent Tributes reeling from the procedure.

His curiosity always got the better of him but Leo made big boasts in his first communication with the Tributes. Time to come through with said words.

B. Pride is totally not an issue

The numbers were dwindling and it was becoming obvious to Leo that his district was either going to break even with their kills or die horribly. Felicity was still in the competition and he'd have to eat his words towards her. Great in some aspects as she proved her worth were she needed to, bad because he'd have to apologize as soon as she came in. But in retrospect, Calendius' words fell on listening ears, and if Worthington didn't win, Leo would commend her and make sure she continues whatever she's doing.

The hobbit of a man rubbed his forehead as he worked on other things, but his eyes fell back to the Arena screening...and the sabertooth battles. "Shit, shit, shit," he spat out, "Don't let the close...break the nose and-" He stopped himself.

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Torin wasn't quite as eager to go see Tributes come back from the dead, mostly because he'd rather give them a little bit of time to rejoin the land of the living on their own terms. So when Leo expressed a desire to go watch the revival, Torin didn't know how he felt about that. Caring about the Tributes was good, but still...

He remembered coming out of it after his own Arena; he'd passed out at some point after they'd picked him up. He hadn't wanted to, but passing out wasn't a thing you could control that way...especially not when someone was jabbing at you with a syringe of sedatives. To wake up in a hospital room after that Arena had been more than a little shock, and Torin could only imagine how that would be if you'd been dead upon waking up. Bad enough to have survived.

His gaze fell on the taser. "That's not going to do anything to endear you to them."

"I'm not keen on using it," Leo answered back with a sigh, "But after seeing the carnage some of our own Tributes have caused," Not mentioning names for now, "I take precautions."

If there were any outbursts that threatened the safety of everyone else, Cora wasn't going to run away and let the Tribute raise hell.

"They're using the tissue repair machines to bring their bodies back to the state prior to death but...but the actual process of resurrection? Not allowed."

Torin nodded. "Understandable, but trust is still very important..." Easy enough for him to say. He'd stared down dinosaurs in his time and hadn't been fazed. "And they do have Peacekeepers just outside." It was, perhaps, easier to put any sort of faith in the Peacekeepers knowing that his brother-in-law could make trouble for them if they failed to protect District 2 staff. It was in their best interest to do their jobs.

"Can't say I'm surprised they don't want anyone watching the actual process." There was a grimace. "To see that sort of power in action...I'd imagine it would break some men." Not to mention that it was easier to keep that sort of secret the fewer people who saw the thing in action. But it was always wise to toe the party line, so to speak...one never knew who might be listening.

If Torin understood the situation to be safe, Leo would follow suit. He handed the taser over to the nearest Peacekeeper for safety reasons. "Duly noted, sir."

"That's the thing, Torin," the coach began his politically safe response, "I have not been able to secure a therapist or anyone I could send over to better help the Tributes in that transition stage from recently departed to resurrected. If I'm unable to see the process...I need to see a freshly revived body."

Callous? Maybe, but the trauma was there.

"Hm..." Torin nodded. "I can understand the sentiment. Coming back from an Arena is a...difficult thing. Particularly if you've just sustained a catastrophic sort of injury." He absently rubbed at his shoulder. There was a bit of experience speaking there. "I'm still in favor of giving them their space, though I can understand your point. A therapist would help things..."

There wasn't much for Cora to argue against that sort of logic. There had to be something that made them snap back, restart. "It's almost like they're dolls...fully sentient and suffering."

A disturbing comparison but apt. Torin would hear no malice in Leonidas' words, more like concerns. Dolls tend to break and be tossed aside, but these were people.

They were veering into dangerous conversational waters now. Torin gave a troubled-sounding "Hmm" as he tried to consider the best way to approach this. "It was perhaps a more noble Games when we had mortal Tributes." There, that should be safe enough. Just an older man complaining that things had changed...

"Yeah, the sacrifices were...noble," Leo said this without a hint of irony: he believed that the Games had become commercialized but he believed in the system. "Anyway, I'll have to make due as they arrive, not much left but assess and try to help them get back on their feet."

Torin was perfectly content to continue on in this vein. "Very noble. It's a very high honor, to compete in the Games." And that was just what he should be saying as a Career Tribute turned Mentor. Nothing to worry about there. "It's about all we can do, really. Help them as best we can." He was glad to be moving away from the ethics of it all. The situation was what it was; dealing with it would be best for now. Certainly when they were within the earshot of Peacekeepers, anyway.

"Have you seen any of them, sir? I'm not seeing much activity on our front," the switch back to work was as necessary as it could be, as it showed their commitment to the Arena.

"Whatever the gamemakers have planned...I'm hoping Felicity and the Norse gods are trying their best."

He will let Loki know exactly what he thought of in this arena.

"They might be biding their time," Torin says thoughtfully. "Waiting until an opportune moment to strike. I'm sure those three at least will make a good showing of things...."

"They won't have time if the Sponsors aren't happy," that was harsher than Leo intended it to be but after all the crap he got (not without merit of course), he wanted to see his District pull through as they all claimed they would.

"Thor is racking up the kills, Felicity is ruthless, I appreciate that, but Loki...he's unreadable in many levels and it's frustrating."

The more he thought about it, the more the Coach's remarks sank into his mind.

"I've been working with the Sponsors. They seem happy enough for now," though Torin realized that the new Games meant that the Sponsors might not quite see District 2 as the easy winner it had been in years past. That made Torin's job a little interesting at times.

"Between the three of them, we should have a good showing of things." Torin didn't think he'd ever get used to having so many Tributes there...

"Happy enough worries me...these otherworldly Tributes don't inspire as much confidence as they should."

Sorry Torin, but he's more than a little worried about the workload on you. "And the others? Biding their time until the winter clears?"

"It's a work in progress." Torin was at least trying to give optimism the proper lip service. "I'd hope. I know the icy conditions are difficult to deal with; we'll have to work something about surviving in extremes into the training regimen, in case it happens again." He shook his head. "This must be what it was like for the other Districts..."

"In the winter? I suppose so," Being used to District 2, there wasn't so much as cold as it was in the derelict Districts. Or maybe it was the Rocky Mountains that maintained the temperate climate...either way, "In case it happens again, that's a given, Sir."

And he'd have to take such a training himself. His expertise was in combat but he'd been looking into how to best improve them. "They're lucky they have you as a mentor."

"I'd be surprised if it didn't happen again. Elemental hazards are some of the Gamemakers' favorites. Especially extremes if they think things are proceeding too slowly."

Torin had to smile at that. "You're too kind--I'm just doing what anyone in my position would. It's a big responsibility."

"They lasted this long and relatively intact, you must've helped," the trainer kept watching, now keeping track of the sponsors and their traffic to their own District, "I'm not kind, I'm honored to help you in that responsibility and you know it."

Maybe a little callous but Torin had to cut himself some slack in all this and partake in the benefits of his decisions, in his support, and his endeavor.

"We've been very fortunate to have a good support staff. It's a team effort." Torin had never been one to let his ego get in the way of much. "I do know it--and you've been a fine addition to the team."

Leo shook his head and clapped his hands together as he watched, "I've not been able to secure as many sponsors but it seems there is no shortage of fans."

His own shortcomings were starting to weigh on Leo, more so when he saw a Tribute fall and join the ranks in the Death list. At least District 2 has hold out more than the others. "District 11 could be our competition soon enough."

"Having fans are good. There's always the chance they could decide to pool resources and pull off a few small sponsorships." Torin would easily take what he could get.

"That's a possibility," Torin agreed. "Strange, how these things change."

"That...huh, didn't know they allowed that sort of sponsorship," Leo found himself smiling for a bit. That could aid their chances greater for a possible victor and aid the with the supply drops.

"How is your niece adjusting to this new life?" A little awkward but it was a less gory subject.

"Money talks, I suppose." Torin shrugged, though he had a smile of his own.

He had no problems with an awkward change of subject if it wasn't quite so gory. "She's adjusting well, I think. Hasn't made herself sick on the food again."

"Always, trust me on that. I've been acquainted with Capitolite tastes and I know the haggling you go through," Leo then looked at the Mentor with a beaming smile. "I bet she's already acclimating to the Capitol and probably has her favorite Tribute or something."

"I'm sure she does." There was an uneasy chuckle. "I'll likely arrange a meeting for her if I ever figure out who it is." Assuming she'd behave herself, anyway.

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