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[gamemakers]

WHO| Any Victors, and every tribute as they are removed from the arena.
WHAT| The Capitol would like to pick your brain.
WHEN| Each person is approached separately, so you can specify when and where they came from.
WHERE| A government office building
WARNING/NOTES| This is mandatory IC. If for some reason OOC you cannot tag in (hiatus, etc) talk to a mod and we can handwave thing.

Much like the Victors who were currently missing, each victor or tribute was approached by a pair in sleek, all black suits, with friendly smiles, who none the less were quite firm in leading their targets away.

It was, from there, a short trip to a very nondescript looking Capitol building, in cars so heavily tinted it would be hard even for those familiar with the city to know where they ended up. From there they are lead to an elevator, which goes down, deep, and out into a white hall way. The first door slid open to a room, as blank as everything else, where a small, slightly pudgy woman with blood red a-line hair gave a wide smile.

"Please, have a seat!"

Comments

[polyturtle]

It was surprisingly easy to get Don to cooperate; not that he actually realized what was happening until he was down that hallway. He was so disoriented. First he'd died. He'd been laying on the ground, blood on him, that punk and his friend running after he injured them with the last of his strength. And then he was...where?

"Um..." He slowly sits down, not sure what to even do or say. He's still not sure whether he's dead, alive, or neither. "Hi?"

[gamemakers]

The turtle gave her a moment of hesitation, before her smile returned to her face just a bright as before.

"Hello." She lifted up her pile of files, pulling out Dons and setting it neatly before her.

"Would you like anything? Water, coffee, tea?"

[the_marshal]

Wyatt filed in, sandwiched between his guards.

Lord knew the urge was there, but with his chat with Elias still rolling around in his head, he managed to keep his fists at his sides and did as he was told, taking the seat silently.

Jaw tight, he met the woman's gaze flatly and waited.

[gamemakers]

"Hello, would you like anything? Coffee, tea, water?"

Wyatt's file was still no where near the bulk of a former victors, but still clearly had a gathered a few bits and pieces compared to his companions. She set it in front of her and smile at him.

[knottherapy]

Finnick flashes the woman with the red hair a charming smile as he makes his way into the room. "Why thank you." he address her personally, making eye contact before looking at the chair that was clearly placed for only him. He had come from the green room, approached by these men in suits assuming that someone was requesting his "time" and so he didn't argue. Of course the strange location did throw him a hint that this wasn't a normal "customer."

Upon seeing the woman and the setup he knew this was something unique, but remained calm and acted as if he was flattered to be brought there. Finnick's attractive sex object front never wavering,

"So what can I do for you?"

[gamemakers]

The woman gave him a warm smile, clearly enjoying seeing a familiar face. And a nice one at that. Finnick's file was one of the largest in the bunch, and the easiest to pick out.

"Just a small talk. Is there anything I can get you?"

[nofunandgames]

Elias followed, silently. He knew this drill, and digging in his heels wouldn't get him anywhere.

Still, his sprawl in the seat, the set of his grin...he couldn't help a little bit of rebellion. They were in the middle of the games, and being toted around for this kind of thing?

Then again, they might not ever not be in the middle of the games again.

[slowlydrowning]

It's hard to breathe, and she trembles, sitting as she's been asked. The smiles are lost on her. All she knows is that they are strangers who have lead her away, and she can't help but panic. Why do they want her? What do they want? Are they angry with her? Has something bad happened?

She rocks slightly, a motion that comforts her; reminds her of the waves of home, and she just blinks at the woman and tries not to cry.

[gamemakers]

Oh, the poor mad girl. The woman gave her the sympathetic look of one not wanting to get too close to the mentally ill, unless they were catching.

"Hello dear. Is there anything I can get you? Water?"

Sedatives?

[punchdrunkvictory]

Haymitch sits down, not giving a smile back. It was too god damned early for shit like this, even if it wasn't necessarily morning anymore. It was always too god damned early for anything involving the Capitol at any point in the day.

His arms cross and he leans back in the seat, and looks at her, his expression reading 'hung over as fuck', "Yes?"

[gamemakers]

"Hello Mr. Abernathy." She used the infuriating familiar tone many used with mentors, mistaking seeing someone often with knowing them.

"Can I offer you a drink? A soft drink of course." She smiled widely at him.

He was one of their bigger concerns, and she knew he'd be the hardest to truly fluster.

[galaxyherder]

She smirks at the woman, but it isn't a kind gesture. Unimpressed. Unintimidated. Shepard had come with minimal difficulty, after she'd realized those who had come to collect her were not going to answer her questions. She would rather deal with someone who would actually speak to her past a terse, "come with us."

She sits, folding her arms across her chest and she's fully aware that her body language alone puts up a barrier; closed off; not happy. Shepard may have been the most recent victor, and she's plenty pleased not to be dead... she's just not thrilled about much else going on around here.

[gamemakers]

This one is a bit scary.

Most mentors were the broken shells of children who had been crushed before they got a chance to stand on their own two feet. Not this woman. She was a soldier.

"Can I get you anything? Water, tea?"

[cowardfacinghappiness]

Only a few days since Momoko had...left the Arena and it already seemed like a far-off dream. Or rather a nightmare she was never going to go through again, if she had any say in it, which is why she smiles back at the woman, as charming and sweet as she can force it, and sits down gracefully.

[gamemakers]

The woman had to press her lips together to keep from smiling. Those in the capitol look ridiculous, but this girl looked like a little doll.

"Can I get you anything my dear? Water, or a smoothie?"

[buildingreality]

The second death was apparently easier to recover from than the first. Perhaps because the second had been less painful, more immediate. Less foreseen, in the grand scheme of things. All the same, she appreciated the small breather she had been given - a brief recovery time after her untimely death along with Momoko and Kaidan - before she was approached.

It wasn't a party, at the very least. Though at this point, Ariadne wasn't entirely certain she preferred this. The Gamemakers weren't to be trusted, if she thought about it; she kept that opinion to herself, her expression a blank slate as she took the proffered seat and folded her hands in her lap in silence. Waiting.

[gamemakers]

This girl was a bit of a worrisome spot.

She was smart. Far smarter than most. And unlike other smart victors, she didn't have some easy vice to pray on.

"Can I get you anything? Water, tea?"

[implant]

Kaidan isn't a fan of this kind of bureaucratic crap. It's half the reason he likes to operate out in space, away from the politics. He has a mind for it, but that doesn't mean he likes it. The black suits, dark windows, white room... all familiar, all unwelcome. Kaidan crosses his arms when he's asked to take a seat by a woman he frankly doesn't take orders from, and thins his lips, silent.

He's just recently back from the dead, give him some space.

[gamemakers]

"Well."

She pasts on a grin, trying to get to the next step. She has been doing this all day, and her patients is wearing thinner by the moment.

"Can I offer you anything? Water?"

[ssa_derekmorgan]

Derek sat quietly for the longest time. He watched and studied every person who was in the room with him. Most of them look as confused as he was. The lady with red hair approached him with a smile which reminded him a little of his cherry friend back home.

He returned the smile. "Hello."

[gamemakers]

"Come with me!"

She lead him into the private room for questioning, waving a hand at the seat before her desk.

"Can I get you anything Derek? Water, tea, coffee?"

[nightlightheart]

It's been... an experience to say the least. The memories of the searing pain and that horrible smell of his own melting flesh. Yeah, it's not exactly a pleasant memory to have when he wakes up and finds that he's... completely alright again. Well, not completely alright, there's still that whole... electromagnet in his chest and the shards of shrapnel swimming around the edges of his heart. But for the most part, he's gotten used to that.

Sad to say, this getting pushed and shoved around and told where to go is becoming terribly routine here. Tony isn't all that thrilled with it, but he's still learning what the rules are here - only when you know them are they easy to bend and break.

The woman before him is... well he's had to look at worse faces before. Dealt with bigger smarmy douchebags before, too. This won't be too terrible.

"Got anything with a better cushion?" he wonders as he slides into the seat with a smile. He expects she'll either ignore the question or say no, but that doesn't stop him form asking.

[gamemakers]

"Unfortunately the accommodation in this office are a bit lacking."

She gives him a sympathetic smile, as if it wasn't intended to be just that way.

"Is there anything else I could offer you? Something to drink perhaps?"

[keelah_se_lai]

Confused was no where near a strong enough word for what Tali was feeling at the moment. She had been brought from the Normandy to this strange place. Then put into a death match with random people, one of which bludgeoned her to death. Now here she was, alive again, and being shuffled from by people in black.

She really hoped they could offer some sort of explanation as to why this was happened, but the few people she had talked to were as clueless as she was. Being that these people seems more official, they would have a better idea, but being official meant they probably would not be as willing to help.

[gamemakers]

"Ah, hello Miss...." She paused, frowning at the file, before letting it fall off at Miss.

"Can I....get you anything?"

It was actually as much a question of logistics as preference.

[ssa_emilyprentiss]

For the longest time, Emily couldn't fight the feeling of deja vu and the gut-wrenching fear that somewhere, somehow, Ian Doyle was watching her (the last time she'd been lead away by a suited government goon squad, she'd been angrily demanding to speak to Sean McCallister as Ian Doyle was arrested into Interpol custody).

It wasn't the first time she'd been a 'person of interest' to the government and she highly doubted it would be the last.

She took the indicated seat and cocked her head, raising a questioning brow. Seeing as she'd been a part of nearly every law enforcement agency one could name, she knew how this was going to play out.

[gamemakers]

"Is there anything I can get you to drink?" She asked, giving Emily a warm smile. This day was wearing thin on her, and she knew more were coming.

[retrieverchef]

Too say Eliot had fought almost the entire way there would be an understatement. He had barely woken, hands reaching to his throat when the guards came for him. His mind hadn't caught up to the fact that he was no longer in the Arena. So, yes, he fought. He fought like his life depended on it.

It wasn't until they reached the long hallway that his usually supple mind caught up with reality. This wasn't the Arena. He was back in what he could only assume must be the Capitol. Except he had know idea how that could be possible since he knew he hadn't won his way out. The last thing he could remember was that rebar pressed across his throat, as his broken ribs and that dark-haired man forced the air out of his lungs. He'd... died. He shouldn't be here. Unless he'd died the day he first came here and this was hell.

He looked up as the red-haired woman came into the room.

[gamemakers]

Oh she hated when they were fresh. She didn't even know it was something she could hate till recently.

"Is there anything I can get you? Water, maybe some coffee?

[greymatter]

Grey is full of scowls and glares, but he doesn't fight his black suited escorts. If he's going to get out of this place, he needs to learn more about just what this place is.

The scientist sits as instructed, face a blank slate. He's still trying to figure out how, exactly, he's here, alive and well, when not all that long ago, he's pretty sure he was blown to smithereens.

[gamemakers]

She was clearly tired of these, and her annoyance was obvious to the tribute as she gave him a tight smile.

"Welcome. Can I get you anything?"

[x5452]

Max sat down in front of the gamemakers. "What is this, exactly?"

[gamemakers]

"Just the Capitol getting to know it's Tributes. And it's nice, new Victor. Can I get you anything, dear?"

She was all smiled for this one.