Not where I want to be but I'm far from home

[molotov]

Who| Molotov and PG, Cyrus Reagan, Tabris, and Nick
What| Citizenship interview
Where| A small meeting room in the South Wing
When| A few days after the Crowning
Warnings/Notes| Nah

Molotov, in her home world, is many things: a mercenary, a double agent, an Olympic-level gymnast. But she's also a businesswoman, a very successful one, and these interviews are something she takes that approach to.

She reserved a small conference room in the South Wing, quiet and private, designed for really only two people, three at the most. She'd sent out emails to schedule the four interviewers and make sure that the timing was on her own terms. She'd arrived early to set out bottled water and a plate of very lovely cookies that she absolutely did not bake herself. There's a vase filled with red gloriosa lilies on the refreshment table.

And Molotov is dressed the part as she waits patiently for her first interview. She wears a black suit, lace with beading and embroidery, cinched tight at the waist with a gold belt. It's very professional, even though the blazer is open to her stomach. It's taped down over her boobs, though.

Looking at her nails, she exhales and looks up with a smile as the door opens.

Comments

[allyorfoe]

Well Molotov maybe you shouldn't date a meanieface!!!

"Hmm. That's a shame. Or maybe it's for the best that more people don't have their spouses here? It can be pretty stressful. Still, you wouldn't have to worry about that, since you're both on the way out." She shrugged, leaning against her chair. "And Maker, can you imagine what kind of wedding the Capitol would throw for you? It'd be the event of the year. It'd smoke the next crowning right out of the water."

But she had to nod at the next part. Andraste's ass, the air was tense there. "Yeah. Kinda sucks for me, I don't have any real stake in all of this. Black Tom's never done me any wrong turns, but neither has anyone else in the suite. Makes me miss Jane, really. She was neutral, too. And she was a riot." A little sigh, as she tapped her pencil on her chair, before looking at her paper, blinking at it, like she'd forgotten it was there.

"This questionnaire is a joke. I'd vote you out just so I didn't have to fight you." Especially if Molotov's outfits were as...distracting in the arena. The last thing Tabris needed to do was die because she got preoccupied with oogling. "But whatever. So, Miss Cocktease--" She tries to keep a straight face, she really, really does. "--What are you planning on doing if you successfully petition out?"

[molotov]

Wow, Tabris. Tom is a lot of things, but a meanieface is not one of them.

"The wedding is part of the reason I have hesitations, if I'm truthful." Molotov can't help but chuckle a little. "Not that I've ever thought much about one at all, but I can't imagine I would enjoy the kind of wedding they'd try to put on, particularly given that Tom and I both have ethnic backgrounds they can slap up as decoration. Fun for a Crowning, but not how I'd want to remember my wedding."

Molotov sighs and wraps her hands casually around her knee where it crosses over the other. "Tom and Clara have history dating back to his first Arena -- mine too, actually -- and it's just been dragged out since then. Clara, for the record, shouldn't have won. Even with Tom defeated, another Tribute committed suicide so she could win. Hardly in the spirit of the Games."

The whole Arena had been a joke, although it was nice that they'd at least had reliable food and bathrooms.

Smiling, Molotov cocks her head a little. "Honestly, I'm hoping the other two Tributes think the same," she says, laughing again. "As long as my petition is approved, I have accepted a permanent position as a commentator for Panem Nightly News. The producers think I manage to diffuse some of the... uh, tension between Helena and Julian." Who are both insane but nice enough, and it's not like Molotov will ever have to actually hang out with them. "That's in addition to keeping my branded product lines going, of course."

[allyorfoe]

Are you sure about that, Molotov? Really sure???

"Yeah, that's true enough--I was at his Crowning. Maybe if you just had all the flowers and greenery, that'd actually be pretty. Not sure about the rest, but." She shrugs. Besides, surely Molotov would get to have some say in her own wedding, right? ...Oh wait, this was the Capitol they were talking about. "Well, it's a suggestion."

For a single, horrifying moment, all Tabris hears is that Tom and Clara have history dating, and that picture is stuck in her mind until Molotov finishes the rest of her statement, and she realizes what the other woman actually meant. The elf suppresses a shudder. "I guess I'm lucky. I try to keep that stuff out of the Capitol. The only guy I really had a grudge against was kind enough to die quick last arena and not come back." Fucking Nick. She does pause, though. "Suicide so someone else can win...That's frowned upon, huh? I thought it'd add...heartbreak, or something. Some emotional jazz."

Something good to remember, because there have been people that Tabris would probably eat a bullet to make sure won. Luckily, it's never come up.

She writes down what Molotov says, nodding, then looks at the next question. "Hmm. Well, hey. It's a strategy. With you and Tom out, most of the kill-happy people will be gone. Wonder what they're gonna do about that." Probably something awful. "Anyway. Why don't you want to be in the arena anymore? I fucking wonder."

[molotov]

"Honestly, I never understood the fuss. Give me a ring and a pen to sign the paperwork, that's how it used to happen. If you were really excited, someone made you a pretty dress and maybe you carried some flowers." She shrugs, not caring that Tabris is a fucking elf and therefore would have no clue as to how things were done in Soviet Russia, nor would she care.

Molotov nods and gestures. "Oh, I think it should be totally separate, what happens in the Arena is business, and people should let it go outside. But yes, the Gamemakers dislike suicide, they'll try to stop it if they can, especially if it determines the winner. But..." She shrugs again. Carlos is dead now anyway.

She smirks to think that she and Tom are the only kill-happy ones. Everyone has a monster inside them. "As badly as I want a crown, I want to be a Citizen more. I think the legal protections are worth it. And I also do get very tired of six weeks of no showers and scarce food."

[allyorfoe]

Molotov was quite right, Tabris had never heard of Soviet Russia, let alone fathomed enough to care. There were some similarities enough, but for the alienage that Tabris had grown up in, marriages were a fuss. A huge party that involved the entire alienage. At least, when asshole shems didn't get involved, kidnap you and your bridal party, and you had to kill your way to their rescue. Rather than get into that, the elf just shrugs. "Well, either way."

She knew a guy who had been suicidal. Thorongil, that was his name. She was never sure what happened to him in the end, but he'd stopped at Tabris and Cullen's camp in her first arena, and gave them his supplies. Now she wondered how that had gone for him. She'd have to look that up some time. "Hmm. I would think that'd make some drama. But then, that's taking your life into your own hands. Making your own decisions about your death. Andraste above forbid." She made a symbol with her hand, much like a person might cross themselves, though there was a definite mocking air to it.

She nods as Molotov continues on, writing down her words. "You're not kidding. Am I supposed to act surprised someone doesn't like the idea? Well, anyway. Last question. How well are you going to adjust into Capitolite culture." Tabris doesn't look particularly impressed with any of these questions. They were all pretty obvious to her, and made her suspect that the point wasn't the questions. The point was just how well the tribute could sing and dance to the Capitol's tune, state that they loved the Capitol, it was a pity they had to leave the arena, whatever else bullshit they could spew. What a joke.

At least Molotov didn't have to worry about Tabris nixing her petition, if it wasn't already clear enough.

[molotov]

"It shows contempt for the Capitol, to kill yourself in the Arena," Molotov says, and she sounds serious enough, but her face carries just a hint of mockery at the idea. As far as she's concerned, let people off themselves -- it only slims the competition.

Molotov shrugs, leaning back in her seat, one foot bobbing a bit. "I like to think I've already adjusted as well as any off-worlder possibly can. It's not that much different than any other posh city, really. Like they took all the richest bits of the richest places and combined them into one very brightly colored place. So it's been easy to adjust, given the consideration the Capitol has given us."