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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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"Not much," he shrugged, "I haven't been paying a lot of attention."

// Sorry for the slow replies! I live in Asia so the timezone is totally different and I was at work all day.

Hmm.

Well, she had a script to stick too.

"Have you heard of the Treaty of Treason?"

((No worries! ♥))

"Can't say I have."

She plucked out a paper copy of the Treaty, sliding it across the table to him. Sitting back, she gave him time to read it over.

He raised his brows as he read the treaty. "I guess that makes sense," he said slowly, obviously not liking the clauses.

"We just want to be sure...that you understand the price of peace?"

She looked over at him, arching a brow.

"Yes," he replied soberly. "I understand it. Is there anything else?"

"That's all then. You have a wonderful day Mr. Morgan."

She gave him a wide smile, and gestured to the door, letting him know he was dismissed.