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Who: Nux and OPEN
What: Alive is good....maybe?  Having no money is...what is money?
Where: District 8 common area and training
Warnings: TBD?

A:  DIstrict 6 Common Area:

Nux is probably hard to see, because he's sitting on the floor. Because, yeah, what is furniture? They didn't have that in the Citadel. Even cars had most of their seats stripped out, except for the driver's.

He misses driving, but after a few pokes at the tv remote, he's figured out what it does. And so he's found a racing show--sure they're not cars, but they're racing around that track for sure--while he's gotten a toaster dismantled into pieces between his legs.

B: Training Room

He's feeling waaaay better than he probably has a right to feel. Especially, you know, after being killed and all. By a little girl!  He always KNEW females were weird, but, yeah, didn't see that one coming! So he's on the far side of the punching bags, where he can view anyone coming in, noticeably trying to avoid anyone of the female persuasion, as he shifts between punching the bag and throwing knives. They're not quite lances or thundersticks, but they're close enough, he figures.

"Be better if they exploded, though," he muses, heading down range to retrieve them. Because, well, anything's better if it explodes.

C: Random Wandering In the City

Yeah, the City kind of weirds Nux out. It's so big. And there's like...open space. And there's shops, which are places that sell things! Things like...stuff he's never seen before! Like apple peelers and spaghetti tongs and....boxer underwear and big foil packets filled with air and something called 'potato chips' and little things that play music...the way he stops and stares into shop windows, or at people, it's probably really easy to run smack into six foot four of pasty War Boy.

Or, conversely, having him run into an innocent bystander as he runs out of a shop, hands full of plunder. Paying for stuff? Wh-what's that?

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Phil is one of the jumpier Tributes in District 6 so when he starts hearing noises and car sounds, he can't help peeking out. What a strange young man settled in front of the television set and...a pile of scrap and parts that used to be the toaster. Well, there went any chance of waffles for breakfast, he sighed and walked closer, at least the coffee machine was still alive.

Though to say that Phone Guy was impressed the Tribute took apart the toaster in what seems like mere hours was pretty accurate. He smiled a little at the racing show and decided to greet the new D6

"Hello-hello, uh, I hope I'm not interrupting anything, you know...but you're a new face aren't you?"

Who knew this toast thing was so popular around here?! He only picked it because it popped up after he pressed the little lever down and he had to see how that worked. It's only natural, right?

"Not interrupting." 'Scuse him for a second as he's mucking with the wiring. INTERESTING. Oh wait. Actual person. And ouch, he sort of zapped himself, so he's going to suck at his fingers for a second. "Kind of new, yeah. All this stuff is new." Toasters. The box with the racing show. Couches. It's all new!

The toaster is the easiest way one can make food and still define it as cooking, the last Phil checked, mostly because his breakfasts depended on that or reheating pizza or take-out. And one would be surprised how much those costs pile up. Though it is natural to want to take it apart, kudos on that Strange New Tribute.

"Need some first aid on that?" D6 Tributes stick together and more so when they share a common death. "What's your name?" Gray offered, as he heads into the nearest stove top...any chance Phil gets to cook something, he takes it.

War Boys are pretty shaky on the concept of 'cooking' to begin with, so that might be the root cause here. Maybe he should figure that out at some point: during the arena thing, food just, you know, appeared! Like magic!

"First aid?" Blink. "No, oh, no. It's fine. Burned fingers lots of times doing repairs." Hot engines, you know. He holds out his hand to show it. "Nux. I'm Nux."

Lucky Nux...Phil had his fill of fire-grilled crow and fish for his entire life. Though seeing the young man's hands, Phone Guy was impressed, "Aren't you a bit green-faced to be a mechanic?"

Things can surprise Gray, and this guy being a full fledged mechanic at such a tender age. It reminded him of the children Linden described in District 6, all ready and taught how to build cars by the age of twelve. Maybe he came from somewhere similar?

Hold up! Is this new guy insulting Nux's mechanic skills? Them's Fightin' Words!! Or at least Huffy Words! "I've been a mechanic since I could stand!"

And probably even earlier, really--as soon as he'd made it into the Citadel he'd started learning.

Phillip was amused with the way Nux just held himself and...huffed. He acted like a mechanic's son, proud of the craft and helping in the shop whenever he could. Through the eyes of a man from the 80's and the Great Lakes, Nux seemed like a very, VERY enthusiastic young man.

"Allright then! Let's see you put this back together. I bet you can solve that if you took it apart so quickly," Gray issued the challenge, "If you do, I'll make you one heck of a meal."

Hey, this is expert huffing going on here: Nux has had a lot of practice!

And you bet he's up for the challenge. "You think I can't?" Ha! he will show you. "Why's everyone so excited about this toast thing anyway?" Nux...does not get it.

As Phil kept an eye on Nux, he laughed at both the huffing and the question, "Well, it's the easiest way to make breakfast. Some people think it's the most important meal of the day so, I'm on that side of excited. Then again...frying pans are good enough."

WAIT GET THE TOASTER FIXED.

"Have you met everyone else? Our District's small but most of us get along pretty well."

Mostly being the keyword.

"I think food is the most important meal of the day." See, he's totally behind the concept. Just not this whole 'breakfast' thing. That requires a toaster. "If I fix this, you'll show me this 'breakfast' thing, right?" BLACKMAIL, War Boy style. Nux: drives a hard bargain as well as a mean car.

"No this is my first, uh, time outside my room thing." Is that wrong?

"Of course, I'll share it with ya," Phillip grinned at the 'blackmail' and the eagerness this newbie and then watched over the repairs. He hears that last part and Gray shrugged, "It is? Well, at least you're spending it out here and not sick like I was. I saw how you went...it's a weird feeling when you come back, huh?"

In other words, nope, not wrong.

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"Yeah, well, you get used to it, I guess. I mean, feeling sick." Story of his life, really. "Must'a topped me off good when they brought me back." Which is probably a weird line of thought, since it means the people he doesn't particularly like did something kind of nice. For...no apparent reason. HMMMMMM.

"Topped you off? Are you actually saying that, or is that an attempt at punning?"

Behold Nux as Phil makes them pancakes for both of them, whether or not the toaster is actually fixed. It's a treat and he's harmless enough. Look, cooking is something he's rarely done since he got here and more so when the Capitol demands everything from their Tributes.

"If anything, it'll give you enough incentive not to die again. I've gone through it twice, and no thank you. Doesn't get much easier. There's lots to do around this place you know, not just train and..."

Gray's voice wandered as he saw his pet foxling patter about and settle to watch this new guy work.

"Foxy, go back to my room, leave the young man to do his work."

"Punning?" What's that? "Nah, you know, topped me off. Blood, you know.

"What's wrong with dying? I mean, that's what you're supposed to do. Just want to die right, you know?" As in, well, not being beheaded by an elementary school girl. His pride still stings, even if the injury is healed.

And whatever the guy was saying, yeah, sorry, Nux isn't paying attention because, because..."Orange...fur thing?"

Nope, Foxy's not budging from his spot and keeps an eye on the shiny things Nux had on his hands. It's enough for Phillip to shrug and stop cooking for them and scoop the critter right up. The chittering sounds almost didn't let the man speak but he smiles as he talks,

"You've never seen a fox before? He's technically a foxling, plainest one in the pet store...he's got most of the wild bred out of him but I see he still has his tracking senses. I-I've been training him, you know..." he then offers the pet to his new Districtmate, "He won't bite, just nip your fingers if he's trying to meet you."

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A, brings pizza for being late

A eats pizza for breakfast because even later

A is a fine example for us all

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