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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.
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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."