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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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"No, should I have?" said Momoko, genuine in her confusion. She hadn't hear the phrase before at all, though to be fair she tended to tune out when people started trying to justify their reasons for doing this to her.

She slid a copy of the Treaty over to Momoko, giving her plenty of time to absorb it.

Momoko examined the woman's face, trying and failing to read into the expression something that would explain this strange meeting, then looked down at the treaty, frowning slightly in thought.

After a long moment she slid it back. "I have no idea what this says."

ooc: going with the 'written languages aren't magically translated' concept. if i'm wrong poke me and i'll delete/rewrite!

"What? Why not?"

Foreign languages were a, well...foreign concept to the woman.

OOC-let's roll with it.

"I'm Japanese," said Momoko, speaking slowly and carefully, since the woman apparently couldn't grasp such a simple fact. "I can only read Japanese." Well, and a little bit of French, but somehow Momoko doubted that high school French lessons would help her in deciphering some sort of political document.

She waved a hand at the paper. "That's in English, I think, and whatever you do so I can understand what everyone is speaking doesn't work on writing." She widened her eyes and innocently inquired, "Didn't they tell you how it worked?"

"I don't bother too much with those details."

She frowned, not really wanting to go over the details of the treaty with this girl. Then again, she really doubted it would mean much to her.

"Don't worry your head too much about it."

Momoko frowned, glancing back at the paper. Now she was curious. "I thought you said it was important? Is it something to do with the Games?"

"The politics of our country. That created the games. The Games are...a stand in for much worse things." She said, smiling sweetly. Trying to keep it simple.

She raised her eyebrows. "Really," she said doubtfully. Worse than televised fights to the death of kidnapped outsiders--or children, as it had once been? "Wouldn't it be easier to simply not have the Games or the...much worse things? Instead of all of this elaborate pageantry?"

"Well, yes, but it doesn't work that way. It's always easier to not have war."

Her voice was again that of someone patiently explaining something obviouse to a child.

Momoko struggled not to scowl. She hated being treated like a child. She'd gotten used to it, of course, thanks to her choice of dress, but the 24/7 child treatment from the Capitol--when they weren't, of course, murdering her horribly--was starting to grate. She pursed her lips thoughtfully instead.

"I see. You have Games so you don't have war." She could see the logic in it, but she also knew not everyone else would and that right there was the failing in the logic. Killing someone's children usually made them pretty pro-war, in certain situations.

"Exactly dear. And with that I take it you understand that peace can have...a heavy price?"

The girl was cute, and really, she would much rather spend time with her than most, but it was time to wrap things up.

"Yes," said Momoko, deciding she wasn't going to get anything useful out of this meeting after all. She smiled sweetly. "I understand perfectly."

"I'm so glad. That will be all then, dear."

She smiled again, and gestured to the door. Th girl was sweet, but she had many more to interview.

Momoko rose at the dismissal, feeling rather like this had been a waste of time. She didn't care why this was all happening, she just wanted it to stop, so she just flashed a smile at the woman and left, rolling her eyes at the pointlessness of it all when she had turned away.