Victory Tour!

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Most of you weren't around the last time District tours were allowed. The opulence of the train is just as great however. It is plush, full of the same comforts and pleasures as the Capitol. Dining, entertainment centers, and shared rooms for the Tributes, the bunk beds featuring the finest of fabrics. The wide windows all around the train give way to the stunning views of the District countrysides.

Before the quell, it used to be that only the Victors of the arena would behold such sights, but you Tributes, the survivors of the fifteenth arena of the seventy fifth quarter quell are very lucky indeed. It will be a greater pageant than ever before, with so many Tributes getting the chance to speak to the Districts their children were reaped from, where you stand and the children stand no longer. The honor, duty, and sacrifice a Tribute's life involves cannot be understated.

Staff and Mentors are, of course, brought along for the ride. You'll need them for when you are to give your speech to the Districts! There will be a lot of preparation work involved, but maybe, should you do well, you will be afforded some time to travel between the cars and visit those of other Districts.

As always, the tour will be starting in District twelve, which will take just over forty eight hours to reach. There's no need to feel unsafe. There's an overwhelming number of Peacekeepers on board, here to keep you all safe, as will there be in each of the Districts you visit.

Sleep tight.

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It took a couple minutes to attach the small packs to Charlie's harness, something Daryl had been training him to carry for exactly this purpose. Knowing what he did of the Rebellion, it was only a matter of time until shit hit the fan in Panem and he'd wanted whatever small advantages they could get, limited as they were in their roles as glorified prisoners. Charlie was a family pet first and foremost, but he was also a stocky working dog whose training could surely prove beneficial. By the time Daryl finished, Rick was passing him the splintered chair leg, which was accepted without comment. The expectant look he threw Rick said enough; they weren't leaving until he was similarly armed.

Once he was, Daryl directed Charlie out of the way with a gesture and readied himself as he slid open the door. Peacekeepers were swarming the hallway, but for once they didn't appear to be concerned with the Tributes. The train was obviously under attack and they'd mobilised to subdue the threat, whatever it was. Opting to take point, Daryl kept Rick and Charlie both behind him as he began roughly shouldering his way through the mob and clearing a path for his companions, with characteristic single-minded determination that kept him focused and held his panic at bay. With scarcely enough room to breathe amid the mass of shifting bodies, they were forced to remain all but pressed together in order to ensure they wouldn't be separated, something Daryl took further precaution against by keeping a firm hold of Rick's arm and Charlie's harness.

A few Peacekeepers did take notice of them, angrily shouting for them to return to their quarters and remain there for their own safety, but the orders were ignored and Daryl continued bodily forcing his way through. Better him than Rick for this kind of grunt work, he figured; Rick was certainly no pushover, but Daryl had the weight advantage and understood how to shift his center of gravity and brace himself so he couldn't easily be knocked off his feet.

The going became marginally easier when the crowd thinned in the next few cars, but it was frustratingly impossible to move at a faster pace than walking. At least they were making steady progress, slow as it was. They were finally nearing District 7's compartments and, worryingly, there were all out brawls occurring within the train now, punctuated by the thunder of gunfire very close by. Pained screaming followed the sound of shattering glass somewhere directly behind them. Ears ringing, he cast an anxious look over his shoulder at Rick.

"After we get him, where're we goin'?" he shouted over the noise and his own temporary deafness, but didn't wait for an answer before moving forward into the car which housed Vivi's assigned quarters, hoping to god the kid had stayed put.