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thecapitol2015-07-21 10:05 pm
69problems) wrote in thecapitol2015-07-21 10:05 pm
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WHO | Signless and YOU, with a special prompt for Bayard and Psii
WHAT | Dealing with the fallout of the Capitol revoking everyone's credit lines
WHERE | D12 suites/out and about in the Capitol
WHEN | Nowish
WARNINGS | Definitely discussion of slavery in the closed prompt
A. OPEN | D12
It doesn't take a genius to realize that tributes who suddenly have no source of income are going to find it far harder to get basic things like food. Signless, however, is no longer a tribute: he's a Mentor, and that affords him a decent (if not cushy) salary. Even if he can't help his tributes hone their combat skills, he can most certainly make sure they go into the arena healthy instead of starved.
To that end he's made it his mission to stock the District 12 kitchen. While he can guess at basics (tea, coffee, sugar, bread, fruit), he's well-aware that he doesn't know the tastes of his districtmates nearly so well as they do. Anyone who wanders into the kitchen can find him pinning a pad of paper onto the fridge with 'Grocery Requests' written at the top in careful print. His current plan is to restock things either every other week or as soon as the paper is reasonably full, but that's assuming the idea takes off in the first place.
B. OPEN | CAPITOL SHOPS
While he waits for someone to make use of his list, he decides to go on a preliminary run to at least stock up the kitchen a little. He wanders between shops: a few loaves of different kinds of bread here, a bag of apples and a bag of pears there. Soon he has a small but respectable collection of bags.
Particularly of interest to him is coffee. It took him quite a while to get started drinking it, but thanks to Bayard he's started having it more than once every few weeks. Tea was easy to buy -- tea he was familiar with. By contrast he knows next to nothing about coffee; he's just been making whatever was already available in the kitchen in Twelve and trusting it would be good.
"What is everyone most likely to like..." he murmurs to himself, inspecting bags of coffee beans with a furrowed brow. Dark? Medium? Medium, probably, but then there's so many flavors... he probably needs a second opinion.
"Do you know anything about coffee?" he asks the person nearest him. Chances are they know more than he does.
C. FOR BAYARD AND PSII | ICE CREAM SHOP
When Signless stepped out of the tribute tower today he'd assumed it would be a fairly uneventful outing. Now, sitting at a table in an ice cream parlor between a very annoyed Psiioniic and a bloody-lipped Bayard Sartoris, he's wondering where things went so very wrong. He picks at his rose-flavored ice cream and looks between them with a wary expression. There has to be a way to say 'why did I walk into this establishment to find you punching a small child in the face' that isn't quite so... accusatory. Even the Psiioniic is usually better with his temper than that, so Bayard must have said something that really hit a nerve.
"Is your lip feeling a little better, Bayard?" is what he finally asks. He doesn't want to prod Psii for information before he's absolutely sure it won't prompt another blowup. Much as he cares for the other troll, he's well-aware of how difficult he can be when he's angry.
WHAT | Dealing with the fallout of the Capitol revoking everyone's credit lines
WHERE | D12 suites/out and about in the Capitol
WHEN | Nowish
WARNINGS | Definitely discussion of slavery in the closed prompt
A. OPEN | D12
It doesn't take a genius to realize that tributes who suddenly have no source of income are going to find it far harder to get basic things like food. Signless, however, is no longer a tribute: he's a Mentor, and that affords him a decent (if not cushy) salary. Even if he can't help his tributes hone their combat skills, he can most certainly make sure they go into the arena healthy instead of starved.
To that end he's made it his mission to stock the District 12 kitchen. While he can guess at basics (tea, coffee, sugar, bread, fruit), he's well-aware that he doesn't know the tastes of his districtmates nearly so well as they do. Anyone who wanders into the kitchen can find him pinning a pad of paper onto the fridge with 'Grocery Requests' written at the top in careful print. His current plan is to restock things either every other week or as soon as the paper is reasonably full, but that's assuming the idea takes off in the first place.
B. OPEN | CAPITOL SHOPS
While he waits for someone to make use of his list, he decides to go on a preliminary run to at least stock up the kitchen a little. He wanders between shops: a few loaves of different kinds of bread here, a bag of apples and a bag of pears there. Soon he has a small but respectable collection of bags.
Particularly of interest to him is coffee. It took him quite a while to get started drinking it, but thanks to Bayard he's started having it more than once every few weeks. Tea was easy to buy -- tea he was familiar with. By contrast he knows next to nothing about coffee; he's just been making whatever was already available in the kitchen in Twelve and trusting it would be good.
"What is everyone most likely to like..." he murmurs to himself, inspecting bags of coffee beans with a furrowed brow. Dark? Medium? Medium, probably, but then there's so many flavors... he probably needs a second opinion.
"Do you know anything about coffee?" he asks the person nearest him. Chances are they know more than he does.
C. FOR BAYARD AND PSII | ICE CREAM SHOP
When Signless stepped out of the tribute tower today he'd assumed it would be a fairly uneventful outing. Now, sitting at a table in an ice cream parlor between a very annoyed Psiioniic and a bloody-lipped Bayard Sartoris, he's wondering where things went so very wrong. He picks at his rose-flavored ice cream and looks between them with a wary expression. There has to be a way to say 'why did I walk into this establishment to find you punching a small child in the face' that isn't quite so... accusatory. Even the Psiioniic is usually better with his temper than that, so Bayard must have said something that really hit a nerve.
"Is your lip feeling a little better, Bayard?" is what he finally asks. He doesn't want to prod Psii for information before he's absolutely sure it won't prompt another blowup. Much as he cares for the other troll, he's well-aware of how difficult he can be when he's angry.
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"People always write off healers as being weak. But I've learned enough first aid by now to know it's harder then it looks. Especially when it's people you care about. So I dunno if anyone thanked you back then, but thanks for doing it." In a way she liked to imagine he was the one that saved her from death back then but that wasn't possible. He'd have remembered it.
"Is yours like...manual healing or magic?"
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A little sheepishly, he holds up one hand to show her the thin pale scar across the palm.
"When we were given new scores, all I could think to do was demonstrate my knowledge of plants and which ones could be used to make a healing salve. There's probably something poetic in that, that the only permanent scar I've earned here was self-inflicted."
But it had worked, hadn't it? They'd moved him up a whole number, probably because they'd figured a man who'd willingly injure himself just to prove a point was dangerous or stupid enough to do anything.
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"Oh well, if they still don't think I'm dangerous that's there problem I guess."
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That may not be strictly true. The scoring process is an esoteric one and one that of course he isn't privy to. But even he thinks that a five is low for Sandy. He's seen her in every arena since he arrived two and a half years ago, he'd like to think he has a good working knowledge of her ability.
"The next arena isn't too far away. You'll have a good chance to prove them wrong then."
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"Well it hasn't stopped me from getting sponsorship so maybe you're right." If nothing else sponsors had pulled her through more tough scrapes then she could count.
"Maybe this will be the one. The last one." It had an ominous sort sound to it, because that could mean one of two things.
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"We've had a good track record lately. We made it far last arena, and we won two before that. I think you have a very good chance between your skill and how interested sponsors will be in us still, riding on that winning streak and the desire to see if we can start it up again."
And /end <3