[open] making today a perfect day (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[rediscover]

Who| Anna and YOU!
What| General merrymaking, flower crown distribution, and probably skipping.
Where| All over the Tribute center!
When| Post-Arena, pre-Crowning
Warnings/Notes| Excessive...cheer???




It's been a few weeks since Anna came out of the Arena, and as such she's managed to dispel all of her gloom and moping by the time the finale comes around and the Victor is announced. She's overjoyed that one of her friends will be crowned this time, and for the princess, it's just plain been awhile since she's had a few nice things going on in her life, so she decides to give in to a little merrymaking.

The tension she still holds with a few of her friends aside, Anna's got a few good reasons to celebrate--even if she's had some awkward moments and slip-ups, and there are an uncomfortable amount of people wearing Commemorative T-Shirts featuring a very close-up rendering of her and Bro kissing--so she turns to one of her favorite hobbies: making flower crowns.

Normally, she does this kind of thing in her room, but this time, she decides to take it to a new level. For the first couple of days, you can find her spread out on her stomach on the floor of the District 4 commons, flowers of all sizes, shapes and colors blanketing the floor, making crown after crown. She spends quite a bit of the time she's working humming to herself, occasionally breaking out into song when she feels particularly happy, and she's happy to take requests. But by the third day, she decides that it's not enough to simply decorate her District-mates, and takes the whole operation down to the lobby, where she settles in on the rug by the hearth and sets to work, turning out lovely crowns of roses and daisies, daffodils and asters, and even some exotic flowers whose names she doesn't know, just that they're lovely and fragrant and people should have a chance to appreciate them.

And when she's exhausted her supply, she'll spend the next couple of days sashaying about and distributing them. Many of them go to her friends and loved ones, but she also takes care to hand them around to perfect strangers, too--who doesn't need a dose of good cheer, after all!

Comments

hope this is ok!

[shieldofrohan]

Éowyn was slowly beginning to find her feet in this strange new land, although the sheer scale of its foreignness was such that she was starting to feel that she would never understand the place. Then again, it wasn't as if she planned to make a home here. Perhaps it was best if she didn't get too comfortable.

Even with that expectation of strangeness, though, she could still be surprised at the oddest of times. Say, by a young woman with an apparently genuine smile and a crown of flowers to offer. She stood up when she was approached, her forehead creasing into a frown and her grey eyes narrowing a little, but saw no artifice in the girl's approach. And the flowers... they smelled of home, of the plains and the open sky, of the woods around Emyn Arnen. A little thing, but enough to make Éowyn's heart ache with a bittersweet kind of grief. She closed her eyes for a moment, collecting herself, before greeting the girl with as genuine a smile as she could muster.

"Did you make these? They're beautiful."

absolutely!!

[rediscover]

Anna looks up from her spot on the floor, a flower stem between her teeth as she works on making a slit in the next one, so she can weave them together. It drops from her mouth, and she gives the woman a sunny smile. She's not familiar, at all--she must be a newcomer.

"I sure did! Would you like one?" Turning to her pile of finished crowns, Anna digs until she finds one that's made up of pale blue asters woven through with baby's breath. She holds it up to Éowyn. "Here! This one will look so pretty with your hair."

[shieldofrohan]

"I..." Despite herself, Éowyn smiled, taking the crown with some care. "Thank you." Settling it carefully in her long, loose hair, she tweaked it into place and dropped to one knee beside the young woman, one hand touching the flower garland self-consciously. "I have seen little of such simple beauty since I was brought to this fell place. I had half-begun to believe that nothing grew here, for all its gold and glory." But here there were flowers she recognised; asters and lily-of-the-valley, daisies and gentians, even white star-like blooms that resembled those growing on the barrows of her kin. Those brought a lump of homesickness to her throat, but she swallowed it down, tucking her hair back behind her ears.

"Some of these are woodland flowers, some grassland... others I know not," she said after a moment, raising her eyebrows. "How can it be that they all grow here?"

[rediscover]

Anna beams right back at the woman, sitting up on her knees, sitting back on her heels. "You're very welcome!" She's happy to bring a little cheer to everyone she can, even if it's just something small, like some sweet-smelling flowers. Every little bit helps; she's learned that much in her not-inconsiderable time here. "I'm not sure how they do it, honestly. They must have a pretty big hothouse, to grow all these different flowers in."

She cocks her head, going back to work on her crown as she talks. "Are you new here? I've never seen you around before." And she talks like a newcomer, too. It's easy to recognize the signs.

[shieldofrohan]

"I am," Éowyn allowed, her smile fading a little, and reached over to pick up one of the little white flowers, toying with it thoughtfully. "It can be no more than two days since I was home in Emyn Arnen, beside my husband, thinking that at last our fates might have swung towards peace." Sighing, she looked down at the flower in her hand. It wasn't one of the ones she knew, after all. This flower was bigger, with more serrated leaves. Another strange thing.

"I suppose," she said after a moment, rather ruefully, "that it was a callow kind of hope, after all. Peace sits ill for those such as I." Putting the flower back down, she shook her head and looked back at Anna, forcing a smile. "Éowyn I am, Éomund's daughter. We are well met, my lady. Well met indeed."

[whydoyoushine]

What.

What is that? What is this? Why is that woman sashaying around distributing flower crowns? Zed is just staring at that spectacle from afar in the lobby, because he has no idea what the hell he's even looking at. Why do something like this? What is its purpose? His uncertainty about the whole thing is evident in the way he's going to try to sneak by her to get to the elevator without getting bothered.

[rediscover]

Unfortunately, Anna's much shrewder than that; she senses there's someone behind her, and whirls around, her skirt flying. "Aha!" She sallies forth, arms laden with flowers. "Didn't think you'd get past me, did you?"

She's laughing, all good nature and smiles as she approaches the stranger. "Nobody gets past me without a flower crown today!"

[whydoyoushine]

Zed's initial response is to take a step back and take a slightly defensive stance. What is going on here? This is...too much cheer. Way too much cheer. ToQGer-like cheer. "You're not from the Rainbow Line, are you?"

No, of course not, that's silly. The Rainbow Line wouldn't be giving him anything other than a beating.

[rediscover]

Anna falters a little, confused by all his defensiveness, but her hands don't lower. "I...no?" She's not really sure what that is, after all, but it doesn't sound like anything she's ever been a part of.

"I'm Anna," she offers. "I'm just trying to spread a little cheer and good will, that's all!"

[actually112]

There's a boy in her district. There's a boy in her district who really likes flower crowns.

So of course, the first thing he does when he sees Anna splayed on the floor making crowns is to grin and sit right across from her to join in. "You have to hand it to the Capitol: they have really pretty flowers." Admittedly, a lot of the time they are so perfect that it's really unsettling, but he tries not to think about that at the moment. He starts making his own flower crowns, and when he makes something he decides is particularly pretty, he just plops it on the orange-haired girl's head with a little giggle. "I love flower crowns."

hope some assumed familiarity is ok here!

[rediscover]

Anna looks up with a grin when Aang sits down across from her, laughing a little. "They do! It was hard to pick which ones I liked best, honestly." She's been around long enough that she knows Aang by sight; being in the same district means that they bump into each other every so often, after all. But they've never properly spoken, and now that he's joining in on her little craft time, she can see that this is a mistake that needs to be rectified.

She laughs as he plops down another crown on her head. "Me too," she agrees. "The best part is giving them to people who would normally never wear one. Their faces are always so confused!"

A-OK!

[actually112]

Aang's easy to remember, with his shaved head and arrows. Similarly, Aang would have a tough time forgetting Anna, even if he doesn't know her name, because she's probably the first person with orange hair he's ever met. That, and she has really round eyes, even by the weird standards in the Capitol.

"I got to put one on a friend of mine in the last arena. He was trying to fish and I sneaked up and put it on him." Aang giggles at the memory. "I surprised him pretty badly. He hadn't done things like play with flowers for a while." Aang picks out a few choice flowers before looking at Anna's bright orange hair. "Do you want me to braid some of these in your hair? I promise I'm good at it." Despite not having hair himself.

Re: A-OK!

[rediscover]

Anna giggles into her fingers at the anecdote. "Sounds like something I'd do," she admits. "I know the Arenas are serious business, but sometimes it's hard not to let myself have a little fun while we're in there. It's better than worrying all the time."

His offer causes her to perk up, and she gives him an elated grin. "Oh, I'd love that! Please, be my guest!" She fans out her long hair behind her, over her shoulders--there's plenty there for him to work with.

AT LAST THEY MEET

[crabmunicator]

Karkat Vantas is not a cheerful person. He goes around with a frequent frown, and when he's not frowning his mouth is a neutral line. Rarely ever do his smiles come out, and a stranger has little chance indeed to be on the receiving end. It's only by the concerted efforts of his stylist that he wears more than black and grey on a daily basis.

So when some unfamiliar girl, bright-eyed and sunny as a sky after a spring shower, hands him a construction of flowers, his reaction is not to thank her and plop it in his snarl of hair.

"What is this?" He lifts the crown up, turning it one way and another as if the sense will drop out of the petals. "And secondly, who are you? Did I ask for this in a bizarre fever dream and forget about it? Did you somehow forget the patchwork of chin prickles infesting my ancestor's face and mistake me for the Signless?"

YEAHHHHHH

[rediscover]

She's sort of used to people grumping at her by now; she might be cheery, but Anna also recognizes that not everybody is as unfailingly cheerful as she is. So she barely bats an eye at the troll she's just gifted with a crown of (ironically) bright red poppies.

"It's a flower crown!" She chirps patiently. She'd thought that much would be obvious, but she's had to explain it a handful of times already, so apparently not. "And I'm Anna. Nice to meet..." She trails off as he goes on his little tirade, shaking her head. "No, no, I know who Signless is. He's not nearly as grumpy as you, you know. Are you having a bad day?"

[crabmunicator]

Of course it had to be red. It doesn't endear him. Neither does Anna's patience or concern.

"I am a pit of misery," he informs her, gaze narrow and displeased. "I am storm clouds over head; I am thunder heralding the end of clear skies. I am the chill winds of winter and I am frost destroying flowers. I am a muscular twitch that will not fuck off, an unasked for cramp, and a slow, lingering headache that ramps up through the day. I am the concentrated hate of every single pet peeve at once."

He plops the flower frown onto his head, offset and crooked between the fluff of his hair and his small but still present horns. Pointing at it, he asks, "Do I look like this belongs on my head?"

[rediscover]

Anna seems pretty unphased about Karkat's grumbling; all she can think is that he's being a tad overdramatic. "Golly," she chirps in response. Is she being overly-cheerful on purpose? Maybe. She's patented this technique with Dave, okay.

But then he plops that flower crown on his head so half-assedly, and Anna's eyes get really big. "Oh, oh, yes it does! It looks so cute," she squeals, clutching at her cheeks. It really is adorable, juxtaposed with his less-than-amused expression.

New D4 friend?

[shiftingurbulls]

Ellis didn't expect someone to be as cheerful as the strange redhead in the Common area but it was refreshing! He's smiling along her craft and her results. He doesn't spend as much as he should in his assigned District but if Nick or his friends were in the others...

This time around, he decided to do more and bond with his fellow District 4 tributes,

"Boy howdy, you've been busy!" the mechanic remarked, and tipped his hat for Anna.

yaaas!!

[rediscover]

Anna looks up from her spot on the floor to see one of her newer districtmates hovering over her. She waggles her fingers in a little wave. "Sure have! It's my favorite way to unwind, and, well--I figured everyone else could use some unwinding, too!"

Sitting up on her feet, the princess surveys the newcomer a little more closely. "You're new around here, right? El--Ellen? No, that's--a girl's name," she finishes lamely. "Sorry. What is your name?"

El's first Disney Princess

[shiftingurbulls]

"Not a bad haul if y'all ask me!" Ellis was quick to compliment the work and picked one of the newer crowns to examine it. These were just starting to kick off when the outbreak took place so it was nice to see someone so eager to just relax.

"Yep! Well, my name's-" At least Anna was sweet enough to catch her own mistake, so the mechanic tipped his hat to her, "Name's Ellis but y'can call me El. May I ask yours, ma-Miss?"

Ma'am is not a proper term for someone as young as his host.

[rediscover]

She's a bit flustered from having gotten his name so terribly and completely wrong, but she recovers easily enough when he doesn't seem to be insulted. "Right! Ellis. That's--a boy's name." Good going, Anna. She sits up a little more, holding her hand out to him out of habit.

"Princess Anna, of Arendelle," she answers, before plopping back down on the floor. "Have you ever made a flower crown before?"

yooo hope I'm not too late!

[lasttosail]

One of the nicer things about the Capitol is that they'll put flowers near anywhere that'll hold them. Sam's been around some of the gardens in the city, and in the one way up on the roof of the Training Center, but they don't feel any compulsion to put them just in the ground - they hang them on the walls and in baskets from the ceiling and in vases on every table.

He's been reading up on the flowers of the Capitol, as a good half of them don't grow in the Shire, or anywhere else he's traveled in his life. It's one of the unfamiliar ones he picks up when he stops by Anna's station in the lobby, bending to take one that hasn't been threaded into a crown yet - it's blue and white and graceful in shape, with thin, drooping petals he handles carefully, as not to bruise them.

"I saw something like this set in a real crown, once," he says, with a smile. (He's not seen the princess since he met her in the Arena, when he couldn't hardly see straight - seeing her's altogether nicer when the room isn't spinning around her.) "Not just the same, o' course, but of the same color - only it was a jewel, set in silver, like."

absolutely not! c:

[rediscover]

Anna glances up from the rather delicate work in her hands, and she brightens at the sight of a familiar face. "Samwise! It's so good to see you!" She sits up, leaning forward to study the flower he's showing her.

"Oh, gosh, I bet that was so pretty!" She beams up at him. "I can't make anything half as interesting as that."

[lasttosail]

"It was pretty." The Elf who had been wearing it had been far prettier, beautiful as a real flower, but Sam didn't so much have the words to explain that. "And it had a beautiful name, too, but it'd mean nothing if I said it here-- them having set their ears to keep out Elvish."

He moves to sit down next to her, brushing piles of flowers carefully out of his way, to put them closer to the same level - he's not used to being the taller one in any conversation. "...Though what you've made here is lovely, too," he says, reaching out to pick up one of the finished products, and turning it over in his hands with the eye of an expert. "Fine work! It'd hold up through a whole May Day's worth of dancing, I think."

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Anna's pleased when Sam moves to sit down beside her, glad for the company. "The whole language thing is problematic when it comes to that, isn't it? But I'll take your word on it," she promises.

She watches him inspect her work, beaming with pride when he proclaims it to be satisfactory. "I hope so! I know for sure you can run for ages with them on and they won't fall apart. You can have one, if you like!"