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[mudbloodhater]

Who| Draco Malfoy and the Peer Review Team (Eva Salazar, Bruce Banner, Daniel Jackson, Sherlock Holmes, and Gretel)
What| once upon a time, Draco applied to become a Capitol citizen.
Where| throughout the tower
When| backdated to the day before Momoko's Crowning Ceremony
Notes| each member of the peer review team will have previously received a letter in regards to the process. Each member may find Draco wherever they choose; he'll have made himself available for them.

Draco had been waiting a little while to see what exactly the Capitol was going to do about his little proposal. It seemed to him like they were almost going to ignore him - hardly a good sign, he thought - until he finally got a letter telling him about a handful of other Tributes (and a Victor, it seemed) who were going to judge him. Seemed like pure laziness to the blond, but if it got him his citizenship, then so be it.

So there he was, hanging around in convenient places around the tower, making himself available to that small handful of people.

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[hi_there_aliens]

Daniel had to agree. It sounded like it, but then again, a whole lot of busywork was better than getting around to what you had been procrastinating to avoid in the first place.

Draco's seemed to straighten, as if on edge, in a way Daniel hoped he wouldn't, since he wasn't about to condemn him to the Games if he had any say. He couldn't blame him for it, but still. The answer seemed cautious, more deliberately thought of. It almost felt like a college interview or cover letter for a job. Don't worry, it was going to be pretty hard to fail; Daniel had long since made up his mind, and now this was more for curiosity's sake, and to get to know Draco more. "I wouldn't mind hearing more about your world sometime. Anyway. What makes you think that the Capitol might like thinking outside the box, especially from a person they may consider as an outsider?"

[mudbloodhater]

It was cautious, if for no other reason than the fact that Draco really did want this dearly. He didn't want to go back in, he didn't want to have to be at other people's mercy. It wasn't even the killing any more. Not that he'd be uttering any of that aloud. Better to let Daniel go on thinking whatever it was he thought now. Hopefully it was something good.

"I'm sure it could happen eventually," he conceded in response to Daniel's first request; it was almost strange how many people were curious about his world, though he was wary to immediately offer up the answers. Especially after Momoko's reactions. He was almost embarrassed about his lack of magic now, like it somehow made him less of a person. Draco shrugged eventually, "I wouldn't want to be too far out of the box. But I've been here a little while. I'd fit in with them, I think. A bit more, at any rate."

[hi_there_aliens]

Eventually. Maybe after the results of his petition were in. Daniel couldn't see any reason why they wouldn't grant it. It wasn't like the Capitol was hurting for Tributes.

If anything, Draco was also cautious and smart, and while he'd seemed proud a moment ago about what he could bring to the Capitol, he had stepped back with a surprising grace. Daniel did his best to sound neutral, though part of him was disappointed Draco hadn't stuck to his guns. Personally, he thought the Capitol could use more people pushing buttons and boundaries.

Then again, if he had any real say about what the Capitol would do, there wouldn't be any Games in the first place. "So you probably won't be riling them up or anything. What sort of job would you look for, it this passed?"

[mudbloodhater]

Draco didn't really think that the Capitol needed him as Tribute either; still, that didn't seem to stop them from throwing him into every Arena possible. It really ought to have been boring after a time.

He didn't disagree with Daniel, but neither did he entirely agree. The Games were horrible, true, but Draco was first and foremost a coward: he wasn't about to do anything that involved sticking his neck out. He kept to himself, he danced with Victors, he dared to perhaps fancy one. That was the extent of his button-pushing.

"Perhaps a decorator of some form. Maybe a Stylist, eventually."