thecapitol | The shocking and thrilling adventures!

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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Maybe," Dan replied. When he looked at her he managed to control his urge to open his mouth. Instead of gawking at her beauty he looked her in the eye as he spoke with her. It was important to maintain his professionalism as a Peacekeeper, after all. "They could plan on releasing more than one of these."

Either way it was flattering. And this guy didn't seem like any of those leering sponsors she'd talked to. Not that he was in any way a sponsor, but did she just meet the one nice guy in the place?

"I think they should! You can always tell something is entertaining by the way people react to it. If everyone in here is going crazy with rage, then everyone out there must be loving it." Honestly, the whole thing was funny to her. Maybe not as funny to some people who were giddy with glee about it, but it was just so obvious how badly it was done.

"Celebrities do tend to dislike it when the public knows more about that," Dan pointed out with a small smile. "It's a little strange to see it from this side. I think that some of you turned out looking really neat. It wasn't all that bad, was it?"

"You see all of those little hissy fits on TV all the time, so I think you're onto something with that," Cindy tilted her head a little, giving him a smile as she looked up through her lashes. She really hadn't had a chance to flirt lately, what with all of these trainings and dead people stuff getting in the way. And creepy sponsors. Did she mention creepy sponsors?

"It wasn't too bad. Those definitely weren't the questions I was asked, though, but all in all, I thought everyone looked good."

Dan looked a little flustered by her flirting, but he instead of stumbling and looking foolish he managed to just clear his throat and continue with the conversation.

"What did they ask you?"

Aww, he really was a cutie. She'd give him a pass, instead of ramping up the flirting. Besides, the conversation was a tiny bit more interesting right now. Everyone else here thought it was either ridiculous or were horrified. So having someone who was... whatever he was. Maybe between horrified and amused? She didn't know.

"Pretty standard questions, I thought. How do you like it here, what do you miss from home, what's your favorite thing in the Capitol, yada yada yada."

Daniel thought about that for a moment. "Hm. I'm surprised they've changed it around so much. It used to be that you'd have a live interview on TV. It was harder to edit it then. Though I suppose they were trying to ramp up the hype over the new Victor."

"Changed it around so much? They changed it around a lot. I definitely don't remember being asked any of those questions." She pulled a face, taking a sip of her champagne with a sigh.

"Well, if they were trying to ramp up the hype, they did a good job with it. Maybe they didn't do it live because there's too many of us?"

"There are a lot of you," Dan agreed. "I'm surprised they're able to support so many. The most we've had before was four to a district."

"You know, I was wondering about that," Cindy said, moving a little closer to him. Like this was an intimate conversation, something just the two of them should know about. Up close and personal, and all that.

"They keep bringing in new people all the time. Aren't they going to run out of room for all of us, if they keep going? There's definitely more then four to a district now."

Dan shifted a bit and cleared his throat, clearly responding to the way she moved closer. "I suppose they'll have to expand the Tower in that case," he replied.

"Would they do that? I don't see many construction crews around, or are they just a little too unsightly, all those guys in construction hats, here?" It was a question and it wasn't, but mostly she was curious. Everything seemed so planned out here, and she rarely got to talk with people from this place like this.

"Where do you live?"

"A little bit closer to the residential area. My parents home."

"You still live at home?" No, wait, he did say his parents home, but that didn't mean... well, maybe it did.

"Oh. My parents are dead. I inherited the house from them." Dan explained, hoping that would stop her from thinking he was some creep hanging out in his parent's basement.

Well, that was mostly true, but only because he had a lab down there.

"Good! Phew, you almost had me worried for a second there," Cindy winked, giving him a soft laugh. "Not good on your parents, but good that you're not some thirty year old video game geek living off of hot pockets in his mother's basement."

She appraised him with her eyes and grinned. "And you don't weight four hundred pounds, so you're definitely in the clear."

"Hot pockets?" Dan asked, wondering what kind of food that was supposed to be.

Cindy leaned in really close this time. "Shh, don't say it too loud. I don't need them putting me back on the screen and talking about more crap food." She grinned.

"But for you, I'll tell. Hot pockets are pretty much pastry, but you fill them with meat, sauce, and cheese, or eggs, cheese, and ham, or... mostly pizza toppings."

"Like some kind of meat pie?" Dan asked thoughtfully, as he tried not to be too distracted by how close she was getting.

"Pretty much, just less fancy. Seriously, back home, if you can't have fast food, you're probably not going to be eating much that day. Everyone is just so busy, they don't really have time for big sit down meals, you know?" Cindy shrugged. "Not even among families. Everyone's too busy with sports practices and business meetings and girl scout things."

She grinned. "You know, all the stuff that can get pretty boring."

"I can get that," Dan admitted. "I can be pretty busy myself. There's also just me so I don't tend to think about family meals."

Oh. That was actually pretty sad. She was usually by herself, too, so she knew how it was, not thinking about family meals. What was the point of making anything when it was only you in the apartment/house/condo?

She loved her life, she did. But sometimes it was annoying, seeing all those happy families in her life. "Do you have anyone? I got the sense that you peacekeeper guys don't... have wives or anything. Are you guys like priests, you can't have sex or anything?"

"We aren't allowed to have families until we retire," Dan explained. "Our loyalty belongs to the Capitol. Our family is made of our brothers in arms."

"So you were drafted into a war, and you fight alongside your buddies who are in the same army. When do you retire?" Cindy tilted her head, and then because she could, she gave a flirtatious little smirk.

"Just having a family, or are you allowed to do the in between things?"

"A usual tour is two years," Dan explained. "I'm a little different case, though. And what do you mean 'in between things'?"

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