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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!"

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"How are you enjoying the Capitol these days, Mr. Odair?" She asked. It was clear, after the last few interviews, she was glad to speak with someone who, well...knew the ropes. Or their place, as it may be.

"Just as well as I always do." he smiles kindly to her question. "A much longer stay than usual though, but it's always felt like home here." He couldn't be honest and say he was all but miserable watching someone like Annie have to be there more than a minute, let alone this extended stay.

"I love it here."

"Oh, that's so good to hear. You know you are always welcome here." She said, possibly gushing a bit. it was hard not to around Finnick.

"Is the longer stay stressful?"

"Just more work," He smiled with a small wave of his hand. "Nothing I can't handle." He knew this woman was probably on the in with what his 'business' in the Capitol was outside of being a mentor. It was no secret, especially not to those who ran the Games and worked for the President. Hell, they were the ones making the calls to reserve him more often than not.

"Gives me more time to see people who are special to me." He flashed a glance at her that was a bit more than friendly.

Her eyes caught somewhere behind him again and she pressed her lips together. No flirting with the targets.

Still, it was hard not to.

"Do you get news from the districts often?"

Finnick caught on to her gaze shifting before her expression did. He pretended not to notice and remained casual.

"No I haven't." That was the truth. "No ones been coming or going from Four so there's been no news. Since our tributes aren't actually from Four I don't imagine there is much to say." A lie. There was plenty buzzing about the Capitol about the tributes so without a doubt there was talk running about the districts as well.

"Oh, no gossip at all? I can't imagine that to be true. This place is practically built on gossip!"

She leaned forward, trying to look like she was just looking for a juicy tidbit. Hopefully Capitol flippancy would work in her favor, but she seriously doubted Finnick would fall for that.

"Gossip and secrets." Finnick added watching her eyes closely. "And Capitol gossip is far better than any from the districts." She should know that. She did know that and he knew it, and he also knew why she was even asking if that were the case.

However her instinct was correct, he wasn't going to fall for it so when she leaned in, he did the same, speaking in a purring sultry tone, "Do you have any secrets worth my time?" a sly grin came to his lips. "All beautiful women do."

She would love to tell him all her secrets. But this wasn't the time or place.

"Maybe some other time." She sat back, smiling. Trying to get control again. Some spaces and fresh air between the two of them.

"I know you were in the District young....were you able to be educated about the Treaty of the Treason?"

She couldn't imagine a tribute not, and felt ridiculous asking. But there was a script.

"I hope there is another time." Oh he knew what flirting could do with a Capitol woman and he wasn't backing down so easily. "You know where to find me, I'm sure." His seductive look and grin still on her as she moved on.

Finnick merely waved his hand, dismissing such a standard question, "Of course, from the first school year. We're all taught it in Four."

She gave him an indulgent smiled, before her face became more serious.

"Do you understand the price of peace? Do you understand the sacrifices made by the Tributes that came before and after you?"

Finnick caught that smile and kept his on, although he answered seriously, "Of course I do. Peace is a very precious thing. It cost us all a great price to achieve it and it is the sacrifices each year that allow us to keep it; the greatest debt to us all." his brow furrowed for only a moment. "I'd hate to think someone is challenging that valued ideal."

Someone who understood. Finally.

She sat back and smiled. "Of course not. And with mentors like you in place they won't be."

She stood, walking around the desk and laying a hand on his shoulder. Leaning in close to his ear. "You're free to go Mr. Odair. It has been...a pleasure."

Mentors like him. Had he not in front of company he would have laughed. "Here's hoping that I'm not as unique as I often like to believe I am."

"The pleasure has been all mine," he assured her as he rose from his seat. Finnick nodded to the woman with a grin and a wink, "Until next time, Miss-"

"Cruentus."

She said, giving him a wide smile as he left.

Yes, she'd be seeing him again.