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Who| Daniel Jackson, Eva, R but OPEN to any others
What| Daniel's headed for an "I told you so" from Eva and finding out R is a "smart" zombie, which makes their interactions in the Arena have some added fridge horror.
Where| The park
When| Shortly meeting Ele (Sometime after his death in the Arena but before the victor's crowning.)
Warnings/Notes| No idea yet, will change if anything comes up

He had barely begun to put a dent in the place, but it already felt much too small. Like he was that rat pacing back and forth within its cage, nosing about at each end hoping each time something had changed. Uneasily, Daniel hurried through the crowd, eyes on the ground as he thought.

For the moment, there wasn't any way out as far as he could see, short of chance or the Gamemaker's wishes or finding a way out through the Districts. Not unless he stumbled on a Stargate and threw his chances to fate. Or found a ship. That was about as unlikely as a Goa'uld turning over a new leaf. Screwed just about covered it.

Daniel kept his eyes away from the buildings, the stalls. He couldn't bring himself to watch the rest of the Games. Which was almost a moot point when the Capitol was fond of keeping it on as many screens as possible. Now citizens could catch almost every minute as they went about their business. Wasn't that considerate?

Even then, he couldn't avoid it completely. There was a flash at the corner of his vision as he entered a park, and Daniel turned to look for a moment. There on the screen was what looked to be a tally, and a face flashed by as one of the deceased. Daniel recognied the blond hair even with a crowd in the way:" Draco Malfoy, the kid that had petitioned to become a citizen. Daniel felt a chill go down to his stomach. He hadn't seen Draco come out of the Arena. He hadn't even known he'd gone in, but apparently the petition was something of a pointless formality.

There had to be somewhere outside of the tower that had some peace and quiet, as Game free as possible.

Threaded | Flat

Eva likes the garden here. Her District duties keep her from ever establishing a permanent residence in the the Capitol, so she doesn't have a little patch of earth for herself, but she's had Avoxes show her what to do to keep the flowers here safe from weeds. It's a calming exercise, to use her hands to pull plants up by the root, to pretend that with each one she's casting away she's freeing the garden up for a little more.

For flowers to grow, weeds must. There is only so much space in the ground, and only so much space on the victory pedestal.

She sits up when she hears footsteps across the soft grass, then stands as she notices it's a Tribute. She may tease them, but she tries to show them at least a little bit of respect, and not in the fawning way that the fans do. She hopes to simply acknowledge that they suffer, like she did.

Respectful doesn't mean gentle, however, or kind. "You made it back." She pulls a handkerchief from her breastpocket, letting the folds of her dress fall back over her knees, which are now flecked with dirt and dew from the grass. There's an antler in her hair, but other than that she's fairly subdued today, in a red dress with pockets and a scarf with peacocks embroidered in it.

"I wasn't sure if you made a good enough showing to get renewed." She starts to clean her hands.

He wasn't the only one looking for peace and quiet. Ever since R found the park, with some nice dark spots to lurk underneath the trees and a pond that he could watch the sun reflect off at a (safe-ish, non-piranha) distance, he'd tried to shake things up and come here when the Training Center wasn't an option or he was starting to feel hungry.

Nothing like watching the other Tributes training to make that hunger wish he could work out removing the muzzle.

By the time R arrived in the park, it was already evening, dark but not dark. The Capitol was on, day or night, all the time no matter where and it didn't really matter if you could see the stars. R guessed the people here didn't care about looking up. R did. With the trees here he felt a little bit safer from that big yawning sky, the emptiness black he was used to from home now colored this purple. Light pollution. Used to be extinct as the Living population dwindled. Now it was back.

R found himself chafing at it. He almost missed the stars.

He was still wandering the park, looking for a new spot to sway in and think when he spotted a man walking along one of the pathways. It took him a few minutes to realize who and then R shambled faster. Tall, glasses. Not much sneezing but he did get killed by this man. Hard to forget that face, that walk.

He had to make this right. Give those two groans. R eventually got close enough to start groaning.

"Uhgh....ugh...?" R hoped he had that down. That was two, right?