What pretty cheeks they have, what pretty frocks they have!

[didnothing]

Who| Luna and you!
What| Luna tries to adjust to Panem. It's a little much, to say the least.
Where| Around the Capitol, then various places in the Training Center
When| Today
Warnings/Notes| None currently.


The Capitol
When Luna's taken to the suites and left to ponder her future, she doesn't know what to do. Waking up from what she knew had been her death, hearing she was going to be participating in another game, being expected to kill others as part of that game...she can't go through with all that again, she just can't. It's not long before she starts to feel a need for something more open - fewer walls, more nature if she can find it. Her body feels heavy and alien too, and the thought of staying inside makes her chest hurt. Leaving the Training Center makes her anxious too, but there are no locked doors on the way out and she knows there are people outside, she'd seen them as she was being escorted by the Peacekeepers. So when she steps outside...

It's almost overwhelming. All the colors, all the noise, all the people. Luna's only seen scenes like this in old records, and experiencing it for real is astounding - and intimidating. Curiosity wins over timidness but just barely, so she wanders the streets trying to stay out of people's way (difficult, given the bustling streets) and glances at colorful displays with a mixture of admiration and hesitation. She's not yet sure she's ready to go inside anywhere; shyness has been her cover before, but now the truth of it is coming back to bite.

Training Center (gym, rooftop, District 6 suites)
Eventually Luna returns to the Training Center, because she can only stay outside for so long. She stops by the training sublevel first, quickly recognizing how out of place she is among the people gathered. The gym is for people who want to improve themselves and increase their chances at survival and victory. Survival is something that appeals to Luna, but victory...isn't. She lingers there a little longer, just to observe and maybe talk with one or two people, but it's not too long before she goes exploring further.

And while the Training Center makes her uneasy, the rooftop doesn't. Even the Capitol doesn't have a lot of nature, so when she looks around and browses the gardens something in her heart settles down a little. She spends a while sitting near the edge of the roof looking down at the city below, and thinking of happy things. The whirlwind of life in the Capitol, the freedom of leaving the facility, surviving on her own outside. The fact that she's alive at all to see this right now. Not dying alone, but getting to be with...

When Luna starts crying, she takes that as her cue to leave. As far as she knows she's alone, but she could have missed something and she doesn't want anyone to see her like this right now. She sticks around for a few moments longer to compose herself, and then starts to head back down to the District 6 suites to see who else is there. It seems that she's going to be here for a while longer, after all. She'll need to figure out what she can do in the days ahead.

Comments

[revocation]

"I don't understand these worlds without horses," Cullen says, shaking his head. "I suppose necessity is the mother of invention, though."

[didnothing]

"Sometimes, yes," Luna agrees. "And right now there's a lot of necessity to speak of." And granted, the numbers helped; there was a lot of necessity at home as well, but the output scale of even a couple of geniuses might not compare to an entire society like this. "There are so many people here, too. It makes sense that they'd have more people to come up with everything."

[revocation]

Cullen considers that for a moment. "I hadn't really thought about that. I guess I've just been assuming my world must have about the same number of people, just... more spread out."

He couldn't say if the Capitol is bigger than, for instance, Val Royeaux, or Denerim, or Antiva City. They're all equally large and bewildering as far as he's concerned.

[didnothing]

"It's hard to count after a point, isn't it? After a while it's just...a lot." Luna's a little quieter there; she's had good times and bad times today and experiencing the Capitol hovers on the border between, when before today she could count her acquaintances on her fingers. But that at least is on her, not the Capitol. Having many people here is a good sign, from her perspective. "But it means that this place is alive."

[revocation]

"Alive, but not necessarily healthy or safe," Cullen says darkly. "This isn't a good place. You should be on your guard."

[didnothing]

Luna nods, knowing that Cullen has a point. The Capitol is beautiful, and vibrant in a way that the Rhizome never was, but the existence of the Hunger Games here alone says a lot and there's more than one reason to her burst of tears earlier. For now, though, she wants to focus on finding enough hope to get through the day. "I will be. I...I guess you could say I come from a similar place in that respect. I know what to do."

Never mind that her way of doing things got her killed. She's still going to try and stick with it, if she can.