you've always loved the strange birds

[porcelainandsteel]

Who| Sansa and OPEN
What| Sansa arrives in the Capitol
Where| Around the Tribute Center and the Capitol
When| ...Now?
Warnings/Notes| TBC

She feels lost and unmoored, but that's nothing new. Since her father's death, through all the long protracted nightmare of King's Landing, she's felt that way, out of her depth and swept up in things beyond her control. In that sense, it hardly comes as a surprise for Ser Dontos' boat to become a dream, and to wake up somewhere else entirely.

It's the place itself that shocks her, therefore, at least as much as the fact that she's here. She's never seen or even dreamed of anything like this land, all glass and steel and blinding white, even the guards dressed in something glossy and clean and hard that certainly isn't steel armour. She lets herself be guided without argument, meek and mild as any girl could ever be, and feels oddly bereft when they leave her in her new room without even that dubious company.

When it comes down to it, though, she doesn't stay in the room long - but still long enough to wonder at a few of the strange objects scattered around it: the black mirror on the wall that barely reflects, the lights in the ceiling that have no clear flame. Then, feeling the strangeness of it all well up inside her, she knows she ought to get moving. She has to find out where she is, for one thing, and what the allegiances are of its lords. The Lannisters will be looking for her, she thinks, and if she ends up back in King's Landing, what she endured before will seem like tender mercy.

For the rest of the day, Sansa can be found wandering - first out into District 6's common area, then around the rest of the strange building, and at last out into the streets themselves. Her wonder is written on her face, along with a growing unease; she is so caught up in staring up at the sweeping buildings and foreign towers and strange lights that she may well bump into several people, her ladylike grace and manners momentarily forgotten.

If she does drag her eyes away from the city long enough to focus on its people, she will approach anyone who looks as though they might be friendly, bobbing a curtsey and asking politely if she might have a word.

Comments

[voiceinthephone]

After watching the horrors of the incoming week, Phillip has been managing as best he could to get District 6 into gear for damage control while Linden's recovering. In a way, doing administrative things for the Tributes brought back some nostalgic feelings into his mind, back when he was a manager at Freddy Fazbear's and nothing more. That said, Freddy's CEO felt like a gracious boss compared to the Capitol. He's pretty sure that the emergence of grey hair is due in fact that he's trying to manage both the execution of Tony Stark and his mentor's torture.

He's got a few open folders, a tablet and a very tall cup of coffee to keep himself from collapsing into a exhaustion when he's bumped into by someone. "Oomph! Uh, sorry about that!" he immediately apologizes to the stranger, thankful nothing spilled other than some coffee on his fingers. "Are you okay?"

[travail]

Bucky comes across Sansa's path on the street, outside the Art Museum. As a woman who showed up here looking like she belongs far in the past, Sansa's own appearance and mannerisms catch her attention and she slows in her walk as their paths start to draw closer and catches the girl's eye in between her glancing around at the city. She'll smile a bit at Sansa' curtsy, she never went to etiquette school, her family couldn't afford it, but her mother tried to mimic it and made her learn how to do that much, at least.

"Yeah, sure." There's a kind understanding in her tone, wasn't too long ago that she was fresh out of the Training Center basement. She pauses as a gaggle of young girls and boys in a big group start to approach in the hustle and bustle of the street. So steps closer to Sansa's side to place a light hand on the back of her shoulder to guide her closer to the Art Museum and out of the way of "traffic".

"You just got here, huh?"

[crabmunicator]

District 6 has been feeling small lately. Phillip is still around, but his victory has taken him from the pool of tributes. He can't afford to be too chummy with Linden in the wake of his torture. And Nux... Nux is an idiot, and Karkat's full opinion would take pages for him to relate. It is, consequently, a bit hard to miss when a new face pokes from a door.

Karkat's got himself sat in a chair when it happens, a notepad propped on one arm and an open book in hand, some paperback thing. He's downright studious, jotting down notes here and there, sometimes a whole sentence - or he was, until just now.

His eyes fix on her as she comes into view. "Hey. Who are you?"

Not rude, but not polite, curious more than anything. There is a couple embracing dramatically on his book cover.

(His job is very serious, you see.)

[seestheman]

A lot can be said of Clara's lack of skills as a Mentor for District 10. She's no warrior (not like the girls she's supposed to be teaching), she didn't win through cleverness or strength or fighting prowess. But she is good at playing the sponsorship game and finding people who want to throw their money into helping the Amazons of District 10 (which, she has to admit, is a great moniker for the ladies under her watch and is definitely something she's used to help push their strengths).

Which is why she always keeps on eye on the revolving door of fresh Tributes that the Capitol brings in, partially so she knows who her Tributes are up against, but also so she can be aware if they bring in someone one of them may know. So seeing the surname Stark pop up was a shock. Either this girl's somehow related to Tony (which, considering the events that occurred in the past week, she doubted), or she's related to Arya.

Clara isn't sure which is worse.

She's perched in the lobby, ready to start talking up any potential sponsors who may pop by the Training Center so that she can grab them before any of the other Mentors can when she sees the girl from the file. Holding onto her tablet, she crosses the room, making sure not to sneak up on her. "Hi," she says warmly as she steps into her path, "you're one of the new Tributes, right?"