Victory Tour!

[etcircenses]

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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[sizeofyourbaggage]

He smirks at her, flashing her a gap-toothed smile when she humors him. "Right back at you."

Sam keeps her hand as they board the hovercraft, keeping her close and making his way towards a more private spot. He'd meant what he said about her being welcome in Thirteen, as much as any of them are - they're here to rescue people, after all, and he knows both him and Bucky will stick up for her. If only because Bucky's a good guy and takes his job as liaison seriously. But that doesn't mean he doesn't want a few minutes alone with her, while he can, to give her a heads up.

"Thirteen's a hell of a lot better than the Capitol for a lot of reasons, but I'm gonna be honest with you - it's not the greatest. Some of them aren't happy about offworlders being there, and they're probably not gonna be all that happy about a Capitolite being there, even with everything we've done to help. They're regimented, everything's on a schedule, and they're gonna want you to keep helping them."

[fusshionable]

She's never really felt small in her life. Sure, life in the Capitol meant shrinking in the face of great and terrible power, but physically it's hard to make a woman like Porrim feel minute. But entering the loading bay of the hovercraft feels like entering a cavernous mouth, where judgment surely awaits. "Yeah," she replies to his warnings, giving his hand a squeeze as he leads her to a less noticeable place inside. "I figured as much. But don't worry, I...I'm gonna do whatever I have to. I'll adjust."

[sizeofyourbaggage]

"I know you will." He quirks a little smile at her. "You're one of the strongest people I know, Porrim, I don't got enough words to tell you how amazing you are. Everything we've been through, all that you've done to help already - I'm not worried about you adjusting. You'll make 'em know just how valuable you are without letting them push you around."

Sam gives her hand one more squeeze before he lets go. "And you're not gonna be alone." He gives a soft, amused huff. "Not like I got a lot of sway in thirteen, but we're in this together. All of us."

[fusshionable]

She ducks her head, trying not to glow the way she wants to at Sam's praise. "As long as I have you around, I'll be okay."

And for now, she really does believe that. After all...whatever awaits her in Thirteen is sure to be better than the Capitol. Right?