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Who| Nikola Tesla, open
What| Getting his bearings
Where| around the Capitol
When| daytime
Warnings/Notes| none so far


Nikola has been taking his time settling in to the city. Other than the trip to Dreiberg's, he has spent most of his time exploring the training facility and studying the abilities of his fellow tributes. (He's impressed by quite a few of them.)

Today, though, he has decided to expand his research a little, and he has wandered out to the city proper. He isn't a big shopper, but he browses the major stores, looks for libraries and schools, and eventually makes his way to a small coffee shop, taking a seat at an outdoor table to examine the passersby.

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His understanding would be right. It took Hyperion a while longer to take it in himself.

"Doesn't make it any easier. Just endless."

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It helps that he's seen some of the tributes from the highlights of the last arena wandering around looking perfectly alive.

"Only if you don't win."

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A pause.

"Do you intend to win?"

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"Doesn't everyone? I thought that was rather the whole point."

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Wrong.

"Not everyone wants to win. Most just want to survive."

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He blinks and tilts his head.

"I was given to understand the two were synonymous."

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"People make friends."

Therefore they don't really want to win. Just holding on to some flawed hope that it can all work out if they hold on tightly enough.

"Would you murder a friend?"

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"Anyone who wouldn't doesn't really want to survive."

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"Anyone who really wants to survive wouldn't make friends."

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"That's just hubris. We all get by with a little help from our friends."

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"Not all of us."

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"To your disadvantage, then."

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Hyperion pauses, observant, lightly thoughtful. Then his lips stretch.

"You should look at the footage. From the last arena."

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"I'm sure you do just fine on your own most of the time, but anyone who thinks they will never need assistance is just waiting to fail on the day they do."

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"Is that what you're expecting from the experience? Assistance."

As far as Hyperion could tell, the only official assistance came after your body was effectively turned into a temporary corpse.

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"I'm not expecting anything from it. Why should I?"

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"I don't think anyone goes in completely blind to the circumstances."

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"I see. And you equate the two, hm?"