The shocking and thrilling adventures!

[gamemakers]

Who| Everyone
What| The Capitols oh so exclusive interviews~!
Where| Primarily the common areas, but the interviews would be on every TV everywhere.
When| This evening, at 6 pm sharp
Notes| Use this post to ICly react to the interviews (if you don't make plans of your own!)

The advertisements hit hard today. Tune in at 6 o'clock, you won't want to miss this special! Everywhere a person could look, it was there, and the city was clearly excited for whatever this mystery event was.

As if that wasn't enough, escorts were encouraging Tributes to be in the commons, and a small feast of finger foods was laid out along one wall, extra avoxes available for drinks.

And, as promised, at 6 pm sharp, all the TVs flickered to the ever flashy Caesar, on an equally flashy tabloid-tastick reality style "interview" of the tributes. All the TVs in the common area light up with it, as well as the Districts suites, even if the TV had been off before.

Hope you all enjoy your dose of fame!

Comments

Lounge, open!!

[xanthous]

Somebody finds this amusing. The Psiioniic is sat on one of the large couches in the lounge, and his giggles start when they roll the footage of the trolls on "eating" humans. He knows that's not what he told them at all, but it's hilarious. It just gets worse and worse as the program continues, and he stops trying to hold back his laughter and he starts to straight-up cackle.

"That- that ith," he wheezes, his body shaking. "That ith the betht thing, ever."

[carnagecarnival]

The Initiate, with his feet hanging over the arms of a chair by the Helmsman, takes off the headphones he'd been using to listen the audio book he'd found to mouth along with as he tried to read the same book in print, and looks up at the program.

Then promptly bursts into snickers. By the time it finishes sharing to the world their so-called cannibalism, he's burst into full howling laughter, punctuated with noises that sounds much like honking. Both the audio and text versions of his book have fallen to the floor, and one hand covers his eyes as he cackles.

He is brought back to attention for a short moment when he hears "Grand Highblood" but is immediately lost again once he sees the Karkat plush and hears it speak. Everything that follows only adds to it.

"WOULDN'T YOU MOTHERFUCKING GUESS! The gill-less fish fakes have at them SOME MOTHERFUCKING MIRTH IN THEIR FAITHPUMPS AFTERALL!" He manages between laughter. "Small fucking miracles."

[xanthous]

Covering his mouth, the Psiioniic nods along. His thorax hurts from laughing so hard and for so long, but this? This is hilarious. The best thing he's seen in a long, long while.

"I'm tho glad they made uth watch that." His sentences are punctuated with giggles, and his face hurts from grinning. "That wath tho worth it."

[carnagecarnival]

"AIN'T found for joke of this calibre SINCE THE BALLYHOO EXECUTION," he laughs, and then laughs more because motherfuck had that one been hilarious. Even as it proved the priests of his home were sinner bores, for that had been perigrees back, leaving far too much of gap in between. Once he was Highblood, that carelessness sure as shit would change.

In the now though, it's interesting to see and hear the Helmsman laugh. Even better that their senses of humour weren't too far apart. He's not sure why that matters but somehow it does.

[xanthous]

"Ballyhoo eckthecution?" He snorts, leaning against the Initiate. He's comfortable there, and he can focus more on trying to get his breath back. "I don't think I've heard about that one."

He's comfortable, stretched out on the couch and leaning against the cooler troll. Even if he is a bit wheezy.

[carnagecarnival]

He's weirdly comfortable too. It's nice to have the elder troll nearby and he's not about to complain over the warmth. He too is trying to catch his breath when he opens his moth to tell the tale then only ends up cackling more at the memory. When he can finally speak, he shakes his head.

"Too motherfucking long it all is anyway. Remind at me, brother. OUGHT TO STRETCH THE MIRTH WHAT CAN BE HAD. Just know at the motherfucker's lusus being like to a blade fish only of most... motherfucking feeble nature all to be used as a weapon against our subjugglator squadron and thinking at that to be means of survival. NEVER WAS THERE A FUCKER SO HUMOROUSLY WRETCHED."

[xanthous]

He drops his head against the Initiate's arm. His stomach aches, his eyes are watering, his chest burns from using so much air - but he feels perfectly at ease, and he doesn't even seem to realize how close he is.

"He thoundth like the thmartetht of trollth," he manages to giggle out. "I'm thure hith eckthecution wath the motht jutht it could be."