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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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"What's the point of having brought us in?"

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.

The woman was silent for a moment. She knew the whys, but she could wanted to choose her words wisely.

"Because a sacrifice can be just as powerful when it is symbolic."

She understood that notion well enough, her expression betraying nothing as she regarded her interrogator. "But we're not sacrifices. We come back. And then we're sent in again, and again. Symbolic or no, someone's going to complain eventually."

Again, she considered what she wanted to say. Ariadne was smart, but perhaps she was the sort of smart that needed to hear this.

"You don't need to stay dead for us to remind the districts how close death is. We bring you back. But we don't have to."

It was a thinly-veiled threat, so far as Ariadne could see. There was no way it couldn't be.

So she bit her tongue at that point, deciding that was as far as she was going. Cobb had never been able to threaten her with death; she had willingly walked into Limbo, knowing full well what might happen. But this? This was a legitimate method of killing her off in a potentially excruciating way.

She was satisfied that she had gotten Ariadne to a dead end.

And with only one last question to go. Which this all segued nicely into.

"Now, do you understand the price of peace?"

Whatever she wanted to believe it was.

Ariadne blinked slowly, making it seem as though she was thinking it over. In truth, she didn't have much intention of answering the question one way or another. She wasn't getting anything out of them, and she wouldn't be giving anything back.

She waited, and when Ariadne didn't reply, she sat straight and gathered up the bits of the girl's file.

"If you have no more questions, that's all."

She had a number of questions. Questions as to why they were there, why they were chosen, why they were brought back. Why, why, why.

But the last bout gave her nothing except firm proof in that notion that the Capitol wasn't giving any of the Tributes anything they didn't have to. So she steadily pushed herself up from the seat, nodded in acknowledgement, and turned to leave.