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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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"Just your words."

Her smile was a little less sweet this time around.

"So how do you like the Capitol so far?"

"Well," Max crosses her arms over her chest. "I was taken against my will from my reality to fight in a series of never-ending death games, had my inherent abilities suppressed and have no hope of ever going home."

Max flashes the woman a smile. "I think it's just peachy."

Oh, joy, another one.

She just kept her smile on her face and nodded at Max.

"Of course. And what do you know about your district?"

She wasn't going to go into her little pouting session.

Max isn't pouting. Max is probably fantasizing about ramming this woman face first into the wall and making an escape to...to...

...to where, really? There's no place to go.

With a sigh, Max says tonelessly, "Distruct 1. Luxury goods. Typically considered Careers. Notable former Tributes include Glimmer, Marvel, Gloss, and Cashmere."

Her eyebrows shot up, and the expression of pleasure was obvious on her face.

"Very good!"

It was like a student to a prized pupil, but even so...Max had impressed her.

"I did my homework." Max says frankly. "All of the previous Hunger Games arenas were documented thoroughly, I'd have been an idiot not to avail myself of them." She tilts her head curiously. "My turn to ask a question. "Why is it important for me to know?"

The woman shrugged.

"Really, nothing in here would be important for you to know. Like I said...we just want to gauge you. But I am impressed. Most wouldn't take a that opportunity."

"I've been training as a soldier since birth." Max is not exaggerating. "If you're going to put me in a dangerous situation and provide me with intelligence that will help me come out alive, I'm going to avail myself of it."

Max leans back in her seat. "What are you guaging me for?

She smirked a little. This woman was bright. No wonder she had won.

"Wouldn't you in our position?"

"Before the Games, you did." Max points out reasonably. "I want to know why you're taking stock of me now. There's a dozen potential reasons, and the fact that you're being cagey leads me to think that I might want to lean toward some of the more unpleasant ones."

She just smiled, and shrugged.

"We have more than one reason for anything we do."

Max sighed. "Since you're clearly not going to tell me, and we keep going around in circles, are we done?"

She looked up, before nodding.

"That should be enough. Thank you for your time." She stood, smiling, and leading her to the door.

Max slid smoothly to her feet and allowed herself to be lead to the door. If she can, she attempts to loiter once the door is closed, hoping to hear any strain of conversation that might give her the clue as to the purpose of all this, but not wanting to draw too much attention, will take her leave promptly if necessary.

She is allowed to loiter, momentarily, and can hear voice from inside. First, the red headed woman: "We need to watch out for her." Then a man, much lower, softer. To quiet to be made out.

However, before she can catch anything else, a peacekeeper steps up.

"Do you need shown the way back to your car?"