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thecapitol2015-09-19 01:47 pm
occasio) wrote in thecapitol2015-09-19 01:47 pm
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Who| Phi and anyone on the Capitol side!
What| Phi arrives in the Capitol and has a look around.
Where| D4 floor, and around the Capitol.
When| Present time.
Warnings/Notes| None presently
[A: D4 Commons or D4 Rooms]
Phi arrives at her room with the typical Peacekeeper escort. She's half expecting the door to be locked when they leave, but she tries the knob and finds it free to turn. There won't be any damsel in distress in this tower. She can be her own knight.
With that much confirmed, she leaves the door open and turns back to the room. Her first order of business is to check every nook and cranny for something that might be useful. Unfortunately, the room is as barren of any useful tools as a prison cell, though much more luxuriously furnished.
Venturing out into the common rooms, Phi takes inventory of the kitchen and the living space. She gets the impression of being in some kind of high-class hotel suite--and there's a familiarity to it as well. There's a memory sitting in the back of her mind of a space like this, though the furnishings were much different. Likewise, she remembers Sigma being there, but that isn't the case right now.
There are other doors in the hallway that she came from, but those ones don't belong to her. She wonders if anyone is home, or if she might take a peek while the owner is unaware. Pressing an ear to the door, Phi listens close for any movement inside the room.
[B: The Capitol, anywhere]
The world outside is dazzling. After spending several cumulative days in the confines of a lunar base with only eight other people to speak of, the sheer numbers of buildings and people are overwhelming. There's a kaleidoscope of color walking the sidewalks, and it's all that Phi can do not to stare at the people. They look ridiculous, but at least that much is uniform.
She wanders as far as her feet will take her, provided she's not stopped from entering any restricted areas. She's not aware of where those are, but her ability to pick up on the behavior of others is pretty keen. She pauses at various shops, inspecting the window displays with internal curiosity, but not venturing inside. As far as anyone can tell by her expression, she looks bored with virtually everything she sees.
What| Phi arrives in the Capitol and has a look around.
Where| D4 floor, and around the Capitol.
When| Present time.
Warnings/Notes| None presently
[A: D4 Commons or D4 Rooms]
Phi arrives at her room with the typical Peacekeeper escort. She's half expecting the door to be locked when they leave, but she tries the knob and finds it free to turn. There won't be any damsel in distress in this tower. She can be her own knight.
With that much confirmed, she leaves the door open and turns back to the room. Her first order of business is to check every nook and cranny for something that might be useful. Unfortunately, the room is as barren of any useful tools as a prison cell, though much more luxuriously furnished.
Venturing out into the common rooms, Phi takes inventory of the kitchen and the living space. She gets the impression of being in some kind of high-class hotel suite--and there's a familiarity to it as well. There's a memory sitting in the back of her mind of a space like this, though the furnishings were much different. Likewise, she remembers Sigma being there, but that isn't the case right now.
There are other doors in the hallway that she came from, but those ones don't belong to her. She wonders if anyone is home, or if she might take a peek while the owner is unaware. Pressing an ear to the door, Phi listens close for any movement inside the room.
[B: The Capitol, anywhere]
The world outside is dazzling. After spending several cumulative days in the confines of a lunar base with only eight other people to speak of, the sheer numbers of buildings and people are overwhelming. There's a kaleidoscope of color walking the sidewalks, and it's all that Phi can do not to stare at the people. They look ridiculous, but at least that much is uniform.
She wanders as far as her feet will take her, provided she's not stopped from entering any restricted areas. She's not aware of where those are, but her ability to pick up on the behavior of others is pretty keen. She pauses at various shops, inspecting the window displays with internal curiosity, but not venturing inside. As far as anyone can tell by her expression, she looks bored with virtually everything she sees.
B
"Sorry!"
Then she gets a closer look and vaguely recalls something passing her desk this morning or her neighbors desk or their neighbors. It got difficult to remember where she saw things. The point was, this person resembled a possible new tribute. Her smile softens.
"New here?"
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"It's fine," she returns, relaxing her shoulders. Her expression softens a bit as well--more curious than her resting look of disdain.
The woman asks if she's new, and Phi doesn't see any reason not to confirm it. It's not like she can pretend not to be. She doesn't know a damn thing about this place, save that it's large and flashy and named after Bread.
"You can say that. Who are you?"
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"I'm going to assume you said yes." She smiles wide, pulling out her little dry erase notebook and her marker. In bubbly, curvy handwriting, she writes out her name and hello.
"Can't hear. But if you'd rather not talk that's fine. Just--you might have some questions!"
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Phi.
Do you live here?
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She beams, bright and friendly as always. You'd never know that she was worried about a myriad of things right now. It's a gift really. Or just poor coping skills but that's neither here nor there. She's still intensely curious but she'd rather go slow with the questions.
"It's nice to meet you Phi. Already talked around at Tribute Tower?"
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Phi erases her previous message as well as Meulin's old one and starts a fresh response:
A bit. There were a few people on the floor that I was left on. The other floors seemed to be a lot of the same.
Thus, she came out here to continue her investigation.
Where did you live before?
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"I gather they keep them similar, save for decoration, but I've not had the chance to look and compare. But I lived in District Four. You'd recognize the floor, it's--well I'm told it's the one with all the fish motifs. Not that I lived on that floor, I lived in the District, but--every District has a floor in the Tower."
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That would make sense. The floor that she had been led to was the fourth, as far as the elevator could tell her. There were fish motifs all around the suite, much like Meulin was saying. Even the individual rooms had a hint of the theme, though not as obnoxiously as the common rooms did.
I was on the fourth floor. There were fish there, just like you said. Do they have some sort of significance for your District Four?
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Her hands drop from the strap of her purse and she takes a moment to look closer at Phi. Pretty eyes and hair, very striking. Meulin smiles brighter.
"Like seafoam..." She tries to mumble to herself but it comes out a little more audible than intended, "Ah--We do fishing for Panem. It's the Districts specialty. Every District has one. Fish, animals, grain, coal, lumber, so on and so forth."
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With Meulin's explanation of the theme, Phi just nods in understanding. It would make sense for why the suite was decorated as it was; even if the idea of only one region providing the resources for entire economical field seems... Like a pretty terrible idea.
That's not what ultimately has her attention, though.
What's like seafoam?
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"Oh, just your hair and eyes. It was a silly thought but it's true! I'm not your stylist, but just reminded me of it."
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I guess. Could be the reason I landed on floor 4. Do they sort us by theme?
It makes about as much sense as anything else.
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"Oh, I don't think so. We would have gotten the sea troll then. I think it's a little more random. It's too bad you weren't here earlier. There was a chariot ride...And well never mind!"
It's a slightly disturbing thing to say, wish she'd come earlier, but she would have also had more time to train. To ingratiate herself to sponsors. Possibly to bring back some nice focus to District Four after Aang. Derek and Chuck would have to work hard to help her survive and well, time was money, especially when facing an arena and even more so with the native children out there.
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A chariot ride would have been interesting. And bizarre. Why chariots? This place seems more technologically advanced than that. Was it some kind of historical callback to the country's name? It seemed like a weird thing to hold onto in the midst of the modernistic gadgets and gallantry. But there's another part of that information that bothers her.
What did you mean by sea troll? There's a very different picture running through Phi's mind at the moment. All sorts of Earth mythology couldn't prepare her for how wrong her mental picture was.
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And Meulin leaves it there. The fresh start Phi gives them will be nice after Aang but it's not like she wants to talk about that. Now she has to explain trolls, which requires some thought. She spreads her hands wide and then pulls them in to bite at a glitter painted nail. Well, one things for sure, she's not bringing up how she's related to trolls. She's already sure Phi would think her a little nuts.
"Trolls look like humans but they're grey and they have horns the color of a sunset. Oh, but sea trolls have fins," she explains as her hands flare out to either side of her face, "And they all have different color blood. Green, purple, teal, pink, yellow, so on and so forth. But really, you'd think the Fishing District would have the troll who lived in the ocean. Too easy a theme I suppose. Wouldn't have had to work Kurloz at all."
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"That does sound like low hanging fruit." She's only met Kurloz briefly so far, but he seemed... enthusiastic about his work. Having something simple handed to him would probably be an insult.
"I think I met one of those things while I was walking around. Came barreling out of a shop accusing me of staring at him. Are they all touchy about being looked at, or did I happen to stumble across the one with a hair trigger?"
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And never quite left after she made a quip about his date with Gritta. Alas, she would probably never get back in his good graces with Nill gone too. She bit her lip and shook her head sadly.
"But Signless is pretty nice. He's a victor, taller than Karkat--um, Feferi..."
And that's when she realizes the rest disappeared or are off with the rebellion. Her face twists into something like sadness for a moment but then she shrugs.
"And I guess the rest have gone home. Trolls aren't really big anymore."
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What she does know is that last bit has her undivided attention. "Gone home? What do you mean?" If there was a way home, then she wanted to know it. Now.
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But whatever more she could have said on the subject is swept aside. Not forever, perhaps, but long enough to answer the question. She taps the words gone home and waves her hand in a 'maybe, maybe not' motion.
"And I'm not really sure if that's what actually happens. I just know sometimes people die in the arena and don't come back. They 'go home'," she says, complete with airquotes.
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When she hears the response, however, there's a darkness to her expression as she takes up the pen again.
That's a deceptive euphemism to use for death. Most people wouldn't call that Going Home. No thank you.
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"I think that's what happens though. If you don't come back, you go home? Maybe? I guess it is euphemistic but I don't know a better way to put it."