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The shocking and thrilling adventures!

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!

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"BOOO!" Harley shouted as it ended throwing a half eaten cupcake at the nearest TV.

"Come ON I gave you guys TONS of great answers and that's what you use? I want an agent." She huffed folding her arms. But then she smirked wickedly.

"All though...I did love all the cute little couples...and more then couples they flashed up there." She glanced around trying to spot some of the tributes whom she was not shipping.

"At this rate someone's gonna be writing fan fiction and drawing pictures of us online." She giggled.

Did it matter she was talking to herself? Nope. She was her own biggest fan.

"Seems we were both cheated." Cuthbert had no problem with interrupting other people, especially when they were talking to themselves. He would want the same courtesy if he was on a particularly long personal diatribe.

"Clearly the answer is that we should make a couple of ourselves so we can steal the limelight we so rightly deserve. Cuthbert Allgood."

He introduced himself and leaned over in a short bow to her. He was feeling the same way about being shorted in his interview time. At this rate no one would even cheer for him when the new arena started.

Harley whirled to face him and gave him a lopsided grin.

"Aww, aren't you adorable! And hilarious." She patted him on the head as he bowed. "It's not a bad idea, just the wrong girl. You're not exactly my type." Though if someone of her type had shown up there'd be alot more deaths even before the Arena.

"Harley Quinn, resident loon."

"Such a terrible shame, as you're just my type." He shakes his head when he stands up, trying to shake off the feeling of being 5 years old and having his head patted by an older relative.

"Well met, Miss Quinn. Although I may have to challenge thee for the title. I may not have been here all that long, but I've been working hard on earning it."

"You're type is crazy clown girls who love mallets, explosives and sugary sweets?" She inquired teasing herself with the description.

She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side.

"Oh yeah? I admit I've been pretty relaxed lately but just how are you King Kamaya maya of crazy?"

He knelt down dramatically on one knee. "Explosives and sweets? Marry me."

Bert stayed on a knee and tilted his head up at her. "I've taken a drug addled monster as my caretaker because I needed someone more sane to keep track of me. I've been picking fights with strangers and just today I proposed marriage to a stranger because she was lovely and just crazy enough to set my heart aflutter. Do you need to know more?"

Harley couldn't help but cackle and ruffle his hair.

"Oh alright, you win the resident loon title and all the perks and pleasures that come with. Blatant disregard for the opinions of others, and a license to do whatever you want with little to no reasoning."

She nabbed a walking stick from a passing fancy pants causing him to fall on his face.

Using the stick she tapped his shoulder like a ceremony.

"I dub thee, the grand poohbah of whackado!"

"I swear to wear the title with all the dignity and respect it deserves."

He finally got up off his knees and smiled broadly at her.

"I fear we both will have to try harder to get a bit of attention around here. And may the best joker win."

"Are you kidding me? I thought you were great!" Cindy took a sip from her champagne glass, moving over to where her friend (she considered her a friend, in some kind of way) was. "Your answer was stimulating! I felt like I really got to know you just from those few words."

She grinned. "Least you didn't look like a fat ass on there, talking about missing a fast food joint. If any pictures of me end up online, they better not draw my thighs out of proportion."

"Aw your thighs and toosh are adorable! Don't you worry." She declared instantly stepping into the roll of supportive friend. "And I miss my favorite fast food joint too. Big Belly Burger. You know the looks they gave me when I asked for a corn dog?" She tried to mine the most offended confused snobby face.

She'd take supportive friend over some of the people in the room who looked like they might pass out because of hyperventilating. Seriously, it was an awful interview.

"Never heard of that place before," Cindy shrugged. "But out of all the food, they raise their noses at a corn dog? Not that I'm a corn dog fan, but even now and then I'd kill for a good old fashioned chili dog with everything." She loved gourmet as much as the next person, but something normal might be nice.

"Really, though, you're the psychologist turned crazy, you think people will actually care about this?"

"Oh great googly moogly yes." Harley flicked her head back so her ponytails whipped dramatically.

"The citizens of this city only know this life. They eat up what's fed to them on TV with a spoon. And there's alot of denial in it too because the truth is too much for their delicate pampered prissy hearts to take. So t hey drink the kool-aid and play along with the stories because that makes them feel like their empty, material lives have meaning."

There was a pause and then she giggled, "Kinda makes you nostalgic for finding out which trailer trash gave birth to who's little bundle of rabies and lice?"

"Oh! Did you ever see the show where the moms force their little three to five year old girls to get all gussied up for beauty pagents. That's my favorite, I love that. Those women are legit crazy, I swear," Cindy laughed. She did miss those little things. Everything here was just games game games. Where was the fake stuff?

"Haven't they ever heard of roleplay? There's a big group in New York City, every two weeks they have a big party in the park, where everyone dresses up like vampires. And then they spend two days pretending to be vampires. Never breaking character, if someone came by and asked what they were doing, they'd go and try to drink their blood." Cindy remembered both reading this and seeing this. "That's what these guys need. A little roleplay, get it out of their system, and let everyone go home. Or back to whatever they were doing."

"Ooo~" Harley shivered and blushed "I'll admit in my younger years I might have been the perkiest pepper in that gothy grindfest. Vampires have a seductive paleness to them~" she purred before straightening up.

"Too bad most the bloodsuckers around here are blue blood muckiety mucks that we gotta kiss up to. Plenty of goooood looking tributes though."

"No," Cindy said, sitting up a little straighter in disbelief. "No way. You're kidding, I cannot see you in that group at all. Really, vampires? This might take awhile to sink in." She'd love to tell her about the deal that Bigby and the guys had pulled, pretending to be vampires for that reporter guy. Obviously too classified, though.

"Yeah, I'd say a couple of them were pretty cute. Why, do you have your eye on anyone in particular? Because you better watch out, you'll apparently end up on TV for it."

Harley just giggled gleefully at Cindy's shock. It's not like she was every a hardcore goth, she was too energetic for that. But she liked to hang around with them trying to make them laugh.

"Oh well since you're asking~" She leaned forward fluttering her eyelashes and giving her fairytale friend a seductive smirk, purring like a kitten.

She would never be able to get past all of the shit they put on their face. Cindy loved make up as much as the next stereotypical girl, but she drew the line at painting her face white and using up a whole eyeliner pencil and mascara case just to have a white and black weird face.

And don't even get her started on the fake, and sometimes real, fangs. "What, do you have a crush on moi?" Cindy smirked, clearly not hiding any of her amusement. "Or is there someone sitting behind me I don't know about?"

Harley threw her head back in gleeful laughter.

"You're one of the first people around here not to miss a beat when I do that." She praised straightening up. "Actually I'm just taking it as it comes. If I get comfy cozy close with someone I'll do my best to make it fun." She winked and slapped her own backside with an audible clap coming off it.

"You'd think they weren't such prudes, but there has to be a ton in every city. Glad I can help against that," Cindy laughed. She found that she was almost always laughing around Harley, and it felt good. Her girlfriends back home weren't like this one, and her craziness just added some spice to the whole deal.

Cindy gave a whistle. "Be careful there! Save the stripteases for the right sponsors."

"Oh I'm sure given the right death trap the entire city could be seeing inside me in a week or two." She teased playfully. "But you've got a point. If I find a lake or waterfall that isn't full of mutant fish maybe I'll give em a steamy shower scene huh? Let them see what a real woman looks like!" She purred and struck a pose. "Not like those pampered frilly dolls around here."

"The mutant fish might cut down on how long that steamy shower scene lasts, yes. Don't want that to happen... some people might be into it, though. This place is all kinds of topsy-turvy, right?" Cindy shook her head with a laugh. Also a wince, too, because that just seemed like an awful way to go.

Ugh, mutant fish. "I get the whole thing with the nips and tucks, but some of these guys really should have stopped a long time ago."

Harley winked playfully "You know what they say, there's no kill like overkill. And these guys over killed it to death."

Another priceless gem of comedy from Harley Quinn folks.

"They should have used that as your one quote in the whole interview," Cindy snickered. "That would have been a good one for everyone to hear." She shook her head with a smile. Her new friend was funny. Not the joke, that wasn't really funny, but Harley was funny.

That made Harley comically flop forward again so her Ponytails flipped forward.

"Ugh. I swear I'm gonna have to hold my own press conference to make up for THAT abomination. If I ever find the guy who edited that hack job he is getting SUCH a wedgie!"

"Suggest it to your escort or whatever, maybe they'll actually let you. Or do some prank'd kind of things. Ever seen that kind of show, where people pull pranks on each other and film them, just so they can post them online and on TV? People love those." Cindy laughed. "Hell, I love those. People freaking out when their cab driver flies up into the air? Gets me every time."

She took another sip of champagne, almost draining the glass. They didn't skimp on the good stuff, here.

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