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thecapitol2015-03-27 12:38 am
69problems) wrote in thecapitol2015-03-27 12:38 am
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paint-by-number morning sky [semi-open!]
Who| Signless and Tony, Signless and the D12 tributes, Signless and YOU!
What| Taking care of business, then taking care of pets.
Where| D12, then the lobby.
When| Now (after the arena, before the crowning).
Warnings/Notes| Nothing I can think of, will add if something comes up.
A. For Tony
Remembering the whirlwind of interviews and speculation and internal conflict he had to deal with after winning, the Signless has left Tony more or less alone since the end of the arena. There's only so long he can put off talking to Twelve's new victor, however, and he feels it's reasonable to want to be on the same page since they're going to be working together. It won't do their tributes any good if they're working hard but working at cross purposes.
With that in mind he stands outside of Tony's door and gives a brief, polite knock.
"Tony? I'd like to speak with you, if you don't mind."
B. For All D12 Tributes
Just as important as keeping on the same page as his co-mentor is keeping up to date with his tributes. In his opinion he'll be best-equipped to help them if he hears from them what it is that they most need. On top of that he wants to get to know all of them better. Twelve is many things and especially right now it's a mixed bag of very different people with very different skills who need very different marketing to make sure they get as much help in the arenas as it's possible for him to secure. Perhaps it's not the most efficient way of doing things but he wants to be sure everyone is being presented to sponsors in a way that they're, if not happy with, at least not vehemently opposed to.
Each of them will receive a brief, friendly note on their door asking to meet in the suite common room at an appointed time for a brief check-in. He parks himself on the couch with a notebook, a pen, and a decidedly non-alcoholic drink, and waits.
C. Open!
It hadn't been as much of a surprise as it might have been when after his crowning he was presented with the small crablike creature the Capitol had billed as a 'mutantblood lusus'. He remembers very well Maximus and his pet tiger. No, the problem with his new pet isn't so much that he hadn't been expecting it and more that it has absolutely no manners. He's discovered that with the exception of himself and Karkat it's distrustful of people at best and attempts to eat their ankles at worst. 'Worst' happens to be its default.
Naturally the solution is taking it down into the lobby of the tower (on a short leash, of course) and attempting to get it used to people. It skitters around his legs, clacking its claws and blinking its four white eyes suspiciously at anyone who gets too close. When it's not making agitated chirping sounds or screeching in alarm at a Capitolite's oh-so-scary shiny accessories it's emitting a low, constant and very uneasy hiss.
"Sorry," he says, nudging it with his foot away from the person it's most recently decided is its mortal enemy. "I'm trying to teach him to be a little more personable and it's not going well."
What| Taking care of business, then taking care of pets.
Where| D12, then the lobby.
When| Now (after the arena, before the crowning).
Warnings/Notes| Nothing I can think of, will add if something comes up.
A. For Tony
Remembering the whirlwind of interviews and speculation and internal conflict he had to deal with after winning, the Signless has left Tony more or less alone since the end of the arena. There's only so long he can put off talking to Twelve's new victor, however, and he feels it's reasonable to want to be on the same page since they're going to be working together. It won't do their tributes any good if they're working hard but working at cross purposes.
With that in mind he stands outside of Tony's door and gives a brief, polite knock.
"Tony? I'd like to speak with you, if you don't mind."
B. For All D12 Tributes
Just as important as keeping on the same page as his co-mentor is keeping up to date with his tributes. In his opinion he'll be best-equipped to help them if he hears from them what it is that they most need. On top of that he wants to get to know all of them better. Twelve is many things and especially right now it's a mixed bag of very different people with very different skills who need very different marketing to make sure they get as much help in the arenas as it's possible for him to secure. Perhaps it's not the most efficient way of doing things but he wants to be sure everyone is being presented to sponsors in a way that they're, if not happy with, at least not vehemently opposed to.
Each of them will receive a brief, friendly note on their door asking to meet in the suite common room at an appointed time for a brief check-in. He parks himself on the couch with a notebook, a pen, and a decidedly non-alcoholic drink, and waits.
C. Open!
It hadn't been as much of a surprise as it might have been when after his crowning he was presented with the small crablike creature the Capitol had billed as a 'mutantblood lusus'. He remembers very well Maximus and his pet tiger. No, the problem with his new pet isn't so much that he hadn't been expecting it and more that it has absolutely no manners. He's discovered that with the exception of himself and Karkat it's distrustful of people at best and attempts to eat their ankles at worst. 'Worst' happens to be its default.
Naturally the solution is taking it down into the lobby of the tower (on a short leash, of course) and attempting to get it used to people. It skitters around his legs, clacking its claws and blinking its four white eyes suspiciously at anyone who gets too close. When it's not making agitated chirping sounds or screeching in alarm at a Capitolite's oh-so-scary shiny accessories it's emitting a low, constant and very uneasy hiss.
"Sorry," he says, nudging it with his foot away from the person it's most recently decided is its mortal enemy. "I'm trying to teach him to be a little more personable and it's not going well."
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"And... no, he doesn't. I hadn't even thought about that." Which seems odd, now that he thinks about it, but a name isn't quite as high on the list of priorities as getting the little creature to stop attacking people's feet is.
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Kaidan is a ka name.
does he mind being touched?
She actually does know that the Signless's name is Kankri, thanks to getting a few bits and pieces of memory from the Initiate, but she has so far not been entirely certain if it's something she should bring up. But if all three Vantass - including the Kankri younger than the one in front of her, even if he's not here anymore - have names that start with Ka, then an honorary Vantas probably should too.
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"I'll have to ask Karkat, since this is his lusus." He glances down at the skittering thing. "... More or less. But Kaidan is a lovely suggestion. And he doesn't much like being touched unless I do it, but if you were very slow and showed him you meant no harm he might not mind."
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That meant the crowning was just as much for Karkat as it was the Signless, and it makes her stomach turn. How was she supposed to keep him safe when the Capitol was practically already threatening his life? Let alone the Signless's, and when he was here Kankri as well.
(She remembers seeing the Signless with Kankri from across the way at that crowning too, his anger, and possibly for the first time she misses him more than she feels conflicted for it.)
Nill swallows thickly, and the smile is back on her face again quickly.
would it help if I sat down?
I might seem smaller.
She's not exactly big, but it might help to seem less intimidating. She remembers what it's like to be very small and very afraid.
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He thinks, deep down, that his crowning was a warning to every single tribute. This is what happens to those who fight the established order. Those shackles could be for any one of you. Even under the guise of authentic troll culture and history, the warning could not have been clearer if they'd just outright said it.
"If he gets too agitated you could try putting a hand over his eyes. That helps calm him down."