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Who| The Psiioniic, the other trolls, and YOU! It might lean heavily towards trolls, but anyone is welcome to join them!
What| Watching the final week of the Games.
Where| The Training Center common area.
When| Final week!
Warnings/Notes| Trolls everywhere. And also mentions of violence, death, and etc in passing.

It's probably not unusual for people to group together and watch the violence unfolding. The Psiioniic certainly doesn't see why it would be strange, and he looks remarkably unimpressed as a recap plays some especially gory scenes. He seems to be prepared for a crowd, with plates of food nicked from the District 2 suites scattered around him. He even prepared a sign for his little shindig:

Of course, most people won't be able to read the sign, and do you even know how long it took him to find a marker even close to the proper shade of yellow? Too long, that's what. But now he's prepared for the final cullwatch, and ready to spend time with members of his species. And people who might be curious as to what the hell he's scrawled on the sign.

(You would think something like "fiinal cullwatch" is pretty self-explanatory, but you could never be sure with aliens.)

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There's lots of food. The Psiioniic might have gone a little bit overboard, and there's soups and meats amid all the snaps and cakes and fruit. He has almost everything he could get from his suite, and he might have made a few trips to get everything set.

So he can't blame Volanz for coming for the food. Really, he mostly wanted to have this shindig for the food. He'd be painfully hungry but he found it kind of embarrassing to just order everything for himself. He's not going to have him just sit there, though, because that's boring and this is a party, even if parties aren't something trolls typically have...

"Did you kill anyone at all?" he asks abruptly as he peels an orange.

Volanz shakes his head, entirely casual about discussing murder. "No. Just some fish? They don't count as people though, they just kind of bite a lot."

He takes a moment to chew on a piece of.... he's not sure what it is. Some kind of beast. It's a little tough but that's what pointy teeth are for.

"So I saw you killed the slumberbeast. I mean, you know, kind of mutually?"

He's the best about bringing up topics of conversation. The best.

"That might be the firtht think you've thaid completely agree with." Completely with casteist connotations!

He purses his lips at the mention of his death.

"I wath eckthpecting that to be the end of me, and it wathn't mutual. the beatht didn't do enough damage to be fatal." Which is awkward to admit, but true. He had been the one to kill himself, because he'd rather die quickly then bleed out. He wanted to die anyways, but that didn't mean he wanted to go in anguish.

Volanz just assumes that the Psiioniic also met the piranhas at some point. It's a pretty fair assumption, really. They ate some people.

"Ow. Sorry," he says in response to the details about the whole bear thing. He cringes a little in sympathy.

"I just, well, it was kind of good to hear that? I mean not that you died. Just that it did. Because it is kind of the thing that killed me, and I guess if I'm honest I was pretty mad about that."

Busy panicking over things and not quite able to wrangle the rage in place of freaking, sure, but he supposed if he'd had a chance to punch the mutt in the face he would have.

...Or at least, maybe if it was tied to something and couldn't get at him. Otherwise that would be stupid.

Oh, Volanz, you will understand what he means soon enough.

He stares at the younger troll for a moment before shaking his head with a snort. Volanz entertains him, even if he's kind of pathetic and immature. But the kid is only like, six, so the Psiioniic supposes he can get away with it. For now. He hopes eventually Volanz will be less of a sad sack, because imagining him as an adult is too depressing otherwise.

"I wanted to die." He doesn't look away from Volanz, even though desiring death is something to be ashamed of for trolls. It's a sign of weakness. "I thtill do."

Volanz frowns, brows drawing together in confusion.

"Why though?" he asks. He just can't imagine wanting to die, it runs counter to everything he strives for every single day. And, having experienced it, it hurts a lot.

"I'm just glad I came back at all. I thought I was actually dead for good."

Volanz is the ashamed one here. He got killed. He failed. He hunches his shoulders and looks away, using grabbing a fistful of some kind of roasted nuts from a bowl as an excuse to focus his attention elsewhere.

"Becauthe death ith the end."

He sighs, his breath whistling through his teeth as he runs through his hair. He can feel the scars left from the helmsman rig oh his scalp, could trace them down to his neck and over his shoulders. They're thin on his scalp but they're still there, and he's not sure what the Capitol did to patch him back together if they couldn't even bother to seal the wounds with less obvious marks.

"It uthually ith the end, but I thuppothe not all of uth can be tho lucky. Not while we're here." He huffs. "Though I thuppoth for people who don't want everything to end they are lucky."

Volanz crunches quietly on his snack while Psii talks, trying not to be annoying about it. Then he swallows.

"I don't want things to be over. Not yet," says Volanz. "I might not be worth much? But I remember what you were saying earlier. About the doing things that you're not meant for part?"

He pauses briefly to recollect the thought before going on. "...Well, I was thinking maybe I do have another thing that I do. I think my friends need me. I guess I might be overthinking how useful I am to them, which I can always be wrong about! But I think it's true."

The Psiioniic reaches for a bowl of fruit, quietly picking through the apples and oranges.

"You thought about that?" He can barely remembers what he said, can only remember feeling that the troll was too much of a reminder. But to what, he can't say. He's not sure if it's from age or from the Capitol, but he's having a hard time focusing and remembering on what he's doing. He's overwhelmed with everything that's going on, but he hasn't even realized yet.

"I don't think that'th wrong, but...I don't know about your friendth. They probably do need you, if they're moronth like every other troll ith."

Volanz nods in answer. "Yeah. I mean, well. It got me thinking? Nobody's ever said anything like that to me before, and all."

"They're not... I don't know, well, I guess maybe they are kind of dumb some of the time. I would not tell that to them though, and I say that in the nicest way, I guess?"

He squirms a little in his seat, not sure if that backpedal was successful but trying anyway.

"The thing is that they don't understand each other, so they kind of all fight and hate each other a lot? And it's not a good hate because that means you need to understand the person enough to hate them right, I think. It's dumb hate. So it's like... I don't know, I guess I translate people to each other if they will listen at all to me? It helps. Things just sort of go better when I am doing that, and it is working. I think. I could be wrong, it might just be a coincidence that I think means something."

He sighs. It's a surprisingly weary, long-suffering sort of sigh for a kid to make.

"You thhould talk to people who are leth horrible," he says with a roll of his eyes, stretching his legs out.

He remains quiet throughout Volanz's rambling, and he can't really say he's surprised. Trolls tend to disagree and fight more often then not, and children were even worse then adults, funnily enough. Probably because nobody knows about respect with this hatch age.

Not that he's annoyed at any other trolls or anything.

"Maybe you thhould offer to do it for people here. Maybe there would be leth thtupid thhit happening with everyone and their dumb relationthhipth."

"I think it's kind of important?" Volanz answers, considering. "I mean, yeah, a lot of dumb things happen because of it, but when they work it seems like people are better off. Or even if they're not, I guess they're happier. Or if they're not happy they're upset for the right reasons and not because of being wrong about stuff."

He shrugs.

"Maybe I could try, but I don't know with all these aliens? They're weird."

No offense, aliens.

He's not really following Volanz, but hey. He didn't sign up for this. He nods along, wondering how this could have happened to him. "Well, they'rea ll around your age, right? Tho they're bound to be a bunch of idiotth, but. I gueth you could be pretty helpful for them."

He tilts his heads.

"Yeah, they're...I'm not even thhure. They're ridiculouth."

Aliens.

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