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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!"

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[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.

[the_marshal]

He glanced down at her hands, at the stack of papers she'd produced, then back up.

A muscle ticked in his jaw. "Why don't we just - get along with whatever it is ya brought me here for."

[gamemakers]

Her smile tightened slightly, and she glanced somewhere behind him, before nodding.

"All right." Sorting through his file, she found the blank form she was looking for, speaking as she looked. "So how do you like it here so far?"

[the_marshal]

He resisted the urge to look back over his shoulder;...and the one that told him to tell her exactly what he thought.

Biting the inside of his cheek he replied, "It's been - quite an adjustment."

[gamemakers]

"Oh yes? What was your original world like? How are you adjusting to the differences?"

Of course her file had all the relevant pieces. But she just needed to make him talk.

[the_marshal]

"It was here," he told her, eyes hard and staring - watching. "Or, at least it used to be. District-" what had Elias called it? "-District 10. Before it was such a thing, back when it was just part of the United States."

Kansas, he knew, thanks to Elias, how many others he had yet to work out. (A part of him didn't want to, somehow, it just made him feel worse.)

[gamemakers]

"Oh good! So it's not that far from home, then."

She had meet a few from 10, and this man fit right in with them.

"You must be enjoying being some place so much more civilized then." She said, casually, hoping to catch him off guard with a little flippancy.

[the_marshal]

Almost.

The nerve was certainly there and the sting had his hands twitching, his knuckles whitening... but he managed to keep his fists in his lap and his voice level, flat and low.

"I sure am learning a lot."

[gamemakers]

"Speaking of home...has your mentor taught you about the district you are representing? About the districts in general?"

Since they were on the subject.

[the_marshal]

The question gave him pause - a moment's uncertainty.

He barely knew Elias', but already there were the beginnings of loyalty. And he didn't believe any of this to just be friendly conversation, no matter what she said.

"He mentioned District 10 a bit."

He offered nothing else, waiting to see which way she wanted to dig.

[gamemakers]

"Yes? How so?"

She was pressing forward. And not necessarily tactfully.

That wasn't the point of this. It's not like the Tributes didn't know where they stood.

[the_marshal]

His jaw worked, chewing over his response.

"The farms, the cows... sounds like it hasn't changed all that awful much."

Except in all the ways it had.

[gamemakers]

She nodded. Good enough.

"Are you familiar with the Treaty of the Treason Mr. Earp?"

[the_marshal]

He thought immediately of the war between the states, but... that couldn't be what she meant, could it.

"No."

[gamemakers]

Sorting through her files, she plucked out a simplified copy of the Treaty, sliding it across to him.

"There you are."

[the_marshal]

Wyatt leaned forward, picked it up, and leaned back with it, his eyes moving slowly across the page. (Good thing Mama insisted on learin' to read and write during the trip West.)

So... they were being punished - the districts that was, for 'uprising.' For a'nother Civil War.

Well, hot damn. He hadn't been that far off, had he?

[gamemakers]

"Do you understand, then?"

The question was quiet, her gaze intense.

[the_marshal]

He looked up, met the woman eye-to-eye.

"Ya'll had yourselves a war. The Districts lost - and you're makin' sure they don't forget."

In the cruelest, most divisive way possible.

[gamemakers]

"We're making sure we don't ever suffer more loss again." She said simply. She didn't think someone like him would bee able to understand the complicated ins and outs of it all.

[the_marshal]

He snorted, the derisive noise out before he could stop himself.

"An' all those kids you were killin' don't count as losses then?"

[gamemakers]

"23 kids is terrible. Hundreds of children is far worse. Have you ever seen war, Mr. Wyatt?"

She had a feeling he had. Hopefully the reminder would help.

[the_marshal]

His eyes narrowed.

"You could say, yes."

[gamemakers]

"Then you should understand that this sacrifices is nothing compared to what we would lose in war."

She lowered her head, pinning him with her gaze.

"Our world is very different from yours. This is...a necessary evil."

OMG, I suck. I'm sorry. D:

[the_marshal]

And he said nothing. There was nothing he could offer that wouldn't get him another unscheduled nap.

So he just stared. And waited. Counting backwards from 10 in his head.

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[gamemakers]

She watched him for a long time, waiting, before asking her last question. A little redundant now.

"Do you understand the price of peace?"