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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 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.