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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!"
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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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.
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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?"
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"I'm all right. Thank you," she replied, eyes on the interrogator before her, wondering what exactly all this is about. Sudden dryness in her mouth begged for a glass of water, but she had sated herself well before coming by; at this point, it would only be too much of a tell.
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She sought out Ariadne's file, and was glad the woman wouldn't see that it was slightly fatter in comparison to her companions. Someone who could figure out puzzles worried the Capitol a bit.
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Better to keep her guard up.
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A bit of honesty, and she wondered if it wasn't a poor decision on her part. Perhaps it would pave the way to being trusted, though.
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"We do like to entertain here." She said with a smile. "Are you familiar with your district yet? Or with any of the others?"
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"Is there a reason we continue to represent the districts, though we're not from them?"
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She gave Ariadne a toothy grin. Not that it would work with all these tributes, but with this girl she thoughts it would. Win and innocent people eat.
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Her voice had a clear sales pitch to it, a well rehearsed line. Unlike some lower on the rung, she didn't believe what she was selling, she knew the truth.
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But she knew her questions wouldn't get answered with anything more than canned responses; silence was better.
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Finally she moved to the next question.
"Has your mentor gone over the Treaty of the Treason?"
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Duly noted.
"No," Ariadne admitted. She'd heard things about it, snippets and the gist, but never from them. District 6 wasn't exactly known for their outstanding mentors, after all.
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On the page was a simplified version of the Treaty of Treason, neat and easy to digest.
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After she finished reading it a second time, deciding that was enough, she gently slid the sheet back to the interrogator, expression still not betraying the deep-seated irritation she felt at the hands of the Capitol.
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"Do you understand the Games? Why we have them?"
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She sincerely doubts that it will help, if the Districts are that hellbent on rebelling. But she can't say for certain. Really, her own answers are just as canned: it's appropriate, if you ask her.
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She looked up, looking Araidne directly in the eyes.
"They are a reminder of what we have gone through, and a reminder of what we could lose."
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"I'm not sure I quite follow."
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She folded her hand on the table, leaning in to Ariadne.
"Humanity is at a delicate place right now. Force and control, while it may seem cruel, are necessary. Or else there won't be any of us left."
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She was showing her hand perhaps too soon, but she wanted to know. It was easier to just ask than dance around the words, and perhaps never get around to it.
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"Because a sacrifice can be just as powerful when it is symbolic."
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