thecapitol | (no subject)

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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"Very clean," she answers with a shrug. "Well, with a few exceptions of course. And your tastes seem to run a bit obscure for my own preference, but I suppose that is to be expected."

"Uh, while...I suppose that is good to hear. And I'm sure you'll get use to our taste as you enjoy your stay."

Obscure? Hmm.

"What about the districts? Have you learned much about yours?"

"Not much beyond what they've told me. It's east of here; plains and farmlands. Grain production. Not exactly used to crowning victors, so they all seem oddly grateful. Is it true that by my winning.... District 9 gets more food? Are they really hard pressed for it?"

She leans back into her chair, actually curious as to what the woman will answer. If she will answer at all.

"Yes, that is the District reward for a victor. Now, because of the new...frequency of the Games, the benefits they...reap only last until a new victor is crowned. But hopefully this will give us an opportunity to work together with our tributes and mentors to...spread the wealth more evenly."

She took a deep breath. That was a mouth full, but it came out well in her opinion.

"So, basically, instead of feeding your citizens for a whole year, you just have to fit the bill for a few months now? That seems like a good deal for you."

"We end up paying the same. There is always a victor. But now 4 or 5 districts might get a little extra every year, not just one."

Really, it was very generous of them.

"From what I have heard though, it still seems rather... top-heavy," she raises a single eyebrow at the woman.

"Top heavy?"

They were getting too far off script, but as a new victor, Shepard was of more interest to them than the rest.

The smile she gives the woman is mocking at best. "Never mind," she says tightly, "I must have my facts mixed up. It's hard to really know what's going on around here, being so new and all."

She'd not stupid enough to believe the woman doesn't know what she meant by that. But she's not about to argue with her about it down here in some undisclosed location.

"Of course."

She glanced up, behind Shepard, before continuing. Letting her smile take back over.

"You'll start to find you're way around soon enough, I'm sure."

"I've been told I'm good at that," she insisted, but there was no smile in return.

She glanced, again, behind Shepard, and then nods, giving the other woman a wide smile.

"That will be all for today, Miss Shepard."