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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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"I'm sure we could arrange to have that imported, if you like."

She said it like one would offer a child their favorite, ratty stuffed animal. Worn down and disgusting, but they know the child will take nothing else.

After all, a drunk Haymitch wasn't a rebellious one.

A tempting offer. All the home brewed alcohol he could want, and probably all for the low low cost of his loyalty.

"Nah, I've brought everything I'll need. Thanks for trying though," A drunk Haymitch may not be a rebellious one, but like hell was he about to trust the Capitol with something he put in his body regularly.

"Just let someone know. I'm sure Ms. Trinket will be happy to pass the message on."

She paused for a moment to let that sink in, before moving on.

"How is home, speaking of which?"

And it sunk in. Haymitch didn't react though, just staring at the woman as evenly as he had before. Even half out of a hangover he could sense some baiting going on. She had to know what it was like.

"Dunno. Haven't had time to back since the new games started."

"No one back home to chat with?"

That was just cold, and she knew it.

You bitch.

It was the only thing he could think of. Rage welled in him, and he saw red for a moment before calming down and clearing his throat, "Not really. I'm not exactly very social when I'm there."

Okay bullet dodged for now. He had to keep his cool. She was trying to bait him. She wanted him to explode. And if she kept pressing, he might.

"What a pity. I hear district 12 is such a quaint, lively place."

Although she was deviating off the script, she had a feeling that those behind the curtains didn't mind this one bit.

His face remained in place, not giving her an inch but his eyes burned with emotion and hate. There was a long silence as he sat forward, staring her down, "Listen Mrs.....?"

"Ms. Cruentus." She said coolly, wide shark grin still in place.

"Ms. Cruentus," Haymitch repeated back, "Is there some sort of...purpose to this meeting? I'm a very busy man, and currently the only mentor for my district. If you want to talk about my district, I'll come back another time."

The last sentence was said with so much contempt and sarcasm that it was practically dripping from his mouth. The fire burned in his eyes, starting to feeling the anger from all of the collective wrongs the Capitol had done to him, and yet he continued to hold his tongue about it.

"I'm sure Ms. Trinket can manage things for a few minutes. Although if you doubt that..."

She glanced up again, and taking another order.

"If you doubt her capability, I just have one last question for you."

Haymitch caught the flicker of her gaze, curious to see who she was reporting him, but not wanting to risk the glance himself. Haymitch sat back his seat, staring her down, "For the record, Effie is perfectly capable of her own job-" Despite her being petty and shallow sometimes, Haymitch thought to himself, "But she's not allowed to seal the deal with sponsors. And I think even you can agree that can be the difference between life and death for my tributes."

Not that she probably gave a shit. The lady didn't seem to give a single shit about anything, "Go ahead."

"Pity if 12's tributes didn't make it then."

She grinned, wide, before folding her hands before her. There was a threat there, too. Not about the ones in the current arena, however.

"Do you understand the price of peace, Mr. Abernathy?"

The alarms going off in his head were many. They still had Peeta and Katniss. Were they still alive? Had they actually killed off the two 'star crossed lovers' despite how much the capitol loved them? If they were a big enough threat, he knew they would. He felt sick, and his face obvious paled.

He didn't actually respond to the first statement. His face was hard, mouth set in a frown, "I do."

Oh, she bet her did.

"Than you are free to go, Mr. Abernathy!"

And her phony, bright smile was back in place.

Haymitch gave no goodbye, as he stood, walking to the door as calmly as he could. Whoever had been calling the shot, and intentionally taking digs at him. Had he been more drunk he might have been able to shrug it off, but there was one thing that was unmistakable; they had Katniss and Peeta. And they were in trouble if stepped a toe out of line.