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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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"Oh, that's wonderful!"

The pleasure in her voice was incredibly false.

"So you're enjoying it here? How does it compare to home?"

Geez, lady, tone down the acting. Not that Don's saying it out loud. He may not be the most experienced when dealing with people, but...

"Well, I admit I'm a bit biased to home, since...well, its home. Grew up there, my family lives there. But...I am enjoying my time here."

He wasn't sure whether he should hate the fact he actually does enjoy any aspect of this place or...well, maybe do what Splinter would say to do. When a host offers fruit, eat the fresh parts when he looks, and spit the rotten parts into the napkin when he isn't.

"I'm comfortable walking around in public, which was a bit of a problem back home. The technology is a little bit more advanced, and I have a soft spot for figuring stuff like that out."

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"Well, that's wonderful. We do want to be sure we are accepting of all sorts of people."

Speaking of which...

"How much do you know about your district? About the districts in general?"

He was sure they were. But anyhow.

"To be honest, not a whole lot. I know I'm from District 9 and that they have a specific export - that all the districts do. But that's about it..."

"Your mentor and escort should be able to provide any information you need." She said with a smile.

"Have they explained yet the Treaty of Treason?"

"Unfortunately, no." Don shook his head. "By the time I arrived, the preparations for the second round were ongoing, so no one was able to speak to me about it."

On the other hand, with a name like "Treaty of Treason", and the fact she brought it up indicated it had to do with why he was here. He could venture that much.

Plucking the piece of paper out, she slid over a copy of the Treaty for him to read through. Leaning back she gave him a chance to read through it.

Though no doubt only several moments pass, by the time Donatello pushes the paper back, he's already read it several times and memorized every word, placing it into his memory. That its disturbing is an understatement.

"...I see."

Her face became quite solemn.

"Do you understand the purpose of these Games?"

The questions were almost over, but they were only becoming heavier as they went.

"I do."

And he hated every part of it. Not that he mentioned it. He knew very well what would happen if he expressed everything he felt. Because it was that? kind of situation. Almost like the Triceratons.

And the last one.

"Do you understand the price of peace?"

She watched his strange, reptilian face calmly. Nothing worse than mutts they had designed before.

"I suppose I do."

Again. Its quite a disgusting thing. But he simply looks numb. He could be angry later.

"Good." She smiled at him, before nodding at the door.

"You can go now."