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thecapitol2015-07-03 04:37 pm
fusshionable) wrote in thecapitol2015-07-03 04:37 pm
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[open] we met on the moon
Who| Porrim + you!
What| Greeting her Tributes as they return from the Arena + introducing a new four-legged friend.
Where| D5 suites, tower commons, staff lounge
When| The last couple of weeks of the Arena through the finale.
Warnings/Notes| n/a
a. d5 suites
With Tributes trickling back in from the Arena day by day, it's not hard for Porrim to find something to do around her District's suites the way it was in the beginning. Each of her Tributes comes back to a modest gift basket waiting on their bed--nothing so extravagant as Swann's, but still filled with care and chocolates and a nice little bottle of wine. Things that she personally finds comfort in. And even though she knows it's all bullshit, Jason's comment about not having paid attention to her own Tributes struck a chord in her, so Porrim has resolved to pay better attention. To be more attentive to their needs. And to try and keep herself from getting distracted unnecessarily. If someone as inherently awful as Jason is commenting on her work performance, well--clearly something needs to change.
Within a day of coming back, each Tribute will get a knock on their door, and Porrim poking her head in to check on them. She's open to talking, if that's what they need, but mostly she just wants to make sure all is well, and to make herself available to her charges. She spends her free time in the suite commons, studying footage and taking notes, drinking her afternoon tea in the sort of silence that invites company, and going over Stylist sketches for each of her tributes. There's a new addition to the suites, as well. Somewhere along the way, Porrim's begun bringing in her new companion: a large, jet-black female Shepherd named Nicola. She's on a leash at first, while she scopes out her surroundings, and visitors will be greeted by a friendly nose poking and prodding into their pockets and hands, checking for treats and making certain they are trustworthy enough for her mistress. Nicola is friendly...unless you're someone Porrim doesn't like. In an alarmingly short amount of time, the dog has picked up on those Porrim doesn't trust.
b. tower commons/staff lounge
Porrim is a busy woman, and when she's not spending time with her Tributes, there's quite a lot of running around she needs to do. Especially in the weeks leading up to the finale, she can be found blazing trails down corridors, heels clicking against marble floors in a manner most determined, her hair pulled back and away from her face. Porrim's arms are usually full, be it with stacks of paperwork, binders full of information on odds and numbers from the Sponsorship program, or (more often than not) a half-full latte with more shots of espresso than she dares to count.
When she's not tracking down Sponsors like a bat out of hell, Porrim can be found taking a moment to herself in the Lobby Bar or one of the staff rooms. She doesn't slump, but she does the nearest thing to it over a martini or a cup of coffee depending on the locale, halfheartedly flipping through papers. She's tired, and her nerves are near shot from the suspense of wondering if she's going to lose her damn job any day now. Really, she could use a good distraction.
What| Greeting her Tributes as they return from the Arena + introducing a new four-legged friend.
Where| D5 suites, tower commons, staff lounge
When| The last couple of weeks of the Arena through the finale.
Warnings/Notes| n/a
a. d5 suites
With Tributes trickling back in from the Arena day by day, it's not hard for Porrim to find something to do around her District's suites the way it was in the beginning. Each of her Tributes comes back to a modest gift basket waiting on their bed--nothing so extravagant as Swann's, but still filled with care and chocolates and a nice little bottle of wine. Things that she personally finds comfort in. And even though she knows it's all bullshit, Jason's comment about not having paid attention to her own Tributes struck a chord in her, so Porrim has resolved to pay better attention. To be more attentive to their needs. And to try and keep herself from getting distracted unnecessarily. If someone as inherently awful as Jason is commenting on her work performance, well--clearly something needs to change.
Within a day of coming back, each Tribute will get a knock on their door, and Porrim poking her head in to check on them. She's open to talking, if that's what they need, but mostly she just wants to make sure all is well, and to make herself available to her charges. She spends her free time in the suite commons, studying footage and taking notes, drinking her afternoon tea in the sort of silence that invites company, and going over Stylist sketches for each of her tributes. There's a new addition to the suites, as well. Somewhere along the way, Porrim's begun bringing in her new companion: a large, jet-black female Shepherd named Nicola. She's on a leash at first, while she scopes out her surroundings, and visitors will be greeted by a friendly nose poking and prodding into their pockets and hands, checking for treats and making certain they are trustworthy enough for her mistress. Nicola is friendly...unless you're someone Porrim doesn't like. In an alarmingly short amount of time, the dog has picked up on those Porrim doesn't trust.
b. tower commons/staff lounge
Porrim is a busy woman, and when she's not spending time with her Tributes, there's quite a lot of running around she needs to do. Especially in the weeks leading up to the finale, she can be found blazing trails down corridors, heels clicking against marble floors in a manner most determined, her hair pulled back and away from her face. Porrim's arms are usually full, be it with stacks of paperwork, binders full of information on odds and numbers from the Sponsorship program, or (more often than not) a half-full latte with more shots of espresso than she dares to count.
When she's not tracking down Sponsors like a bat out of hell, Porrim can be found taking a moment to herself in the Lobby Bar or one of the staff rooms. She doesn't slump, but she does the nearest thing to it over a martini or a cup of coffee depending on the locale, halfheartedly flipping through papers. She's tired, and her nerves are near shot from the suspense of wondering if she's going to lose her damn job any day now. Really, she could use a good distraction.