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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Part One - Mingle

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A Tour Interrupted

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For some, it's a long night. Walking about after hours might mean the only ones up are those in Peacekeeper cars, with the bright lights peaking through the door frame and muffled noise of televisions guiding the way. Whatever they're watching doesn't sound good.

You may have noticed, passing certain landmarks, graffiti gone in a blink of an eye. But it was there. You saw it. They may be words you said, or heard, something taken out of its original context and made into a statement of what may very well be... actual rebellion.

There is unrest among the Peacekeepers. They pace the train and look over everything.

The dawn has not yet broken, though the light is coming soon and bringing the vibrant red-orange colors of the sky. It's either beautiful or ominous, depending entirely on your outlook. Is that a bird on the hori--

The train jerks, the sound of breaks screaming can be heard all over. Objects are sent flying in all directions and people too. The chaos caused is great, but thankfully, it would seem the train stays on its track. The problem is, it isn't the only thing on the track according to Peacekeeper observed monitors.A troop is sent out to investigate.

And within minutes, a raid begins.

They come from the woods, dressed in camouflage and wearing cloths over their faces, hiding identities. Any weapons are makeshift, usually blunt, but sometimes incendiary in the form of molotov cocktails. Cars burn, windows are smashed, doors broken. They fight their way in, even against the quick mowing down the Peacekeepers guns preform and the flames they create. Tributes are grabbed and dragged, willing or not, back to the woods... where hovercrafts wait, letting out not more Districters, but a number of offworlders long since escaped to District 13. Presumably, they're here to help, bearing all manner of weapon save, that is, for guns as the Peacekeepers have.

It doesn't take long for Peacekeepers to work it out. All of them return to the train, grabbing as many Tributes as they still can. Everyone is brought to the back end of the train which apparently functions with alternate engine and more. Breaking off from the rest of the cars takes the flip of a switch. The offworlders and remaining staff are crammed into just three cars that pull away from friends and loved ones, leaving the stuck in the flaming cars that hail the brightening dawn or taken by rebels off to a place that isn't supposed to exist.