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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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He gave a laugh. "Yeah, you could say that. I think the flowers would be a lot tastier, too. People in the arena are a little too lean." There wasn't enough silliness of this kind in the Capitol. Oh, there was plenty of silliness along the lines of fashion, of the kind of parties the citizens threw. But Peeta preferred some of the darker humor that all Tributes and Victors seemed to possess.

Really. At the grand gesture, he stepped back a little and took a deep and overly dramatic bow. It really all was in good fun, and with no idea as to the coming arena, they could all use some good fun.

"They call me Peeta Mellark, but I'm pretty sure that's what my actual name is. I'm a Mentor for District Twelve. How about yourself?"

Terezi beams wide when Peeta bows back at her antics. Congratulations, you've just made Terezi's A list, Peeta. She really needs more people that she can just be silly around, and already she feels comfortable with this weird human boy.

"You can call me Terezi Pyrope, which also might actually be my name. What a coincidence! They shuffled me into District Three. I'd be jealous at your Tributes having such a cool Mentor, but mine's pretty interesting, too. It's my Escort human that can go suck an imperial dung beetle." Terezi smiles, a mockery of sweetness. "But you didn't hear me say that."

Sometimes you just needed to be a little silly. And not in the silly of this place, but he'd been over this before. He grinned.

"Terezi Pyrope. That's an interesting name, I like it. Is it okay if I call you Terezi?" He has to ask that, since he'd already made the mistake before of insulting someone because he hadn't used their full name. "Well, most mentors can be pretty cool... as long as they're doing their jobs!"

He laughed. "Don't worry, eventually you get used to the Escorts. It'll take awhile, but they're always pretty punctual, and helpful. If you can get past the hair, make up, and general caffeinated happiness."

"Terezi is fine by me! I also answer to Mighty Dragon Huntress, Scourge of the Skies; but I understand if that is a mouthful."

For all of her silliness, she doesn't seem to back down too much from the Escort thing, though. In fact, her own cheerfulness seems to take on a bit of a sardonic edge. "Really? Mine seemed delighted to point out the fact that they'd be sending me off to die over and over and over again. Downright smug! What a peculiar way of showing she cares. If I didn't know any better, I'd think she was a soul-sucking abomination that feeds off the misery of others; but I guess I'll have to take your word for it, huh?"

It might be possible that Terezi just simply never stops grinning, no matter what happens to be coming out of her mouth.

"I don't know if I could remember the rest of that, but I could definitely try, Terezi... dragon something," Peeta laughed. He understood that about the Escorts, and why everyone hated them. He had been really annoyed by Effie, and for a long time, but soon learned of her usefulness. She really was something you could count on, despite it all.

"Mmm, no, I think that's stretching it. My Escort, you know what the last thing she said to me and Katniss before we went off into the arena? She said that she wouldn't be surprised if she'd be promoted to a better district for the next games. No escort wants to be working with the older districts, if you know what I mean." At that, he looked away. "Try to get to know them. They really do want you to win. They're just not good at expressing it."

The look that Terezi gives him is clearly skeptical. None of these Escorts sound promising just, and Peeta's is no different. But eventually she sighs. It's long and belabored, and you would think you were asking her to do something exhausting and troublesome.

"I guess! I could stand to hold off on lighting her room on fire or something. At least until I'm certain whether or not she deserves to have everything she owns go up in justifiable flames."

It's moments like these where it's really difficult to tell if she's still joking around or not.

"If you do decide to light her room on fire, could you do it when most of the other tributes are not in the suites?" Peeta grinned. "I'm just imaging the chaos of trying to get everyone out of the tower when the smoke alarm goes off, and I know I'd like to not get trampled or anything."

He took it as a joke, because he made it a joke. It could very well not be a joke, but you didn't really want to think that this person you just met was going to burn down a room. Peeta wasn't sure what they would do with that; he'd never had to deal with fire alarms before.

There is really no telling if she was joking or not because Terezi never really stops grinning for anything. Or at least, it seems that way.

"This is why your shitty human race needs to build better fire escapes. We can do a test run, if you're that worried!" She gets up from where she was sitting and motions towards the stairwell. "All we need is a match and a smoke detector. We're even in the best position to do it! One trample-free pass to science-town, population: us!"

Come on, Peeta. Engage in fake arson with the alien girl. She's practically begging.

No. Definitely not. Peeta is shaking his head even if he's laughing. Nope.

"I don't think we'll be on our way to science-town if we did that. More like on our way to a peacekeeper holding cell, and that's not as much fun as I imagine science-town to be," He pauses, looking at the stairwell. Trample-free wasn't going to work well, either, he felt.

"How about we do something different then pretending to set the place on fire? There's tons of other stuff to do."

Do you see this pout? This is a legendary pout. No man has ever lived to tell the tale of witnessing this pout, which is why Peeta might not have heard of such a legendary pout before.

"I don't know! You are going to have to find something pretty amazing to convince me that there's something better than our trip to science-town. I had my bags packed and everything. You are cancelling my personal vacation to the theme park of Science and Screaming, and I demand to be compensated."

Oh dear. Not the pout! Anything but the pout. Peeta's will crumbles, but only a little. Not enough for him to actually do anything about it, but he gestures for her to come over with him to the edge of the roof. He grabbed a couple of apples along the way, too, and then turned to look at her.

"Ever play catch before?"

Terezi joins him at the edge of the roof when beckoned. It's not like she has anything better to do now that her plans for arson have been scrapped.

"No, I haven't. I have not played any wriggler games requiring two physical people because most of my physical friends--until recently--were stuffed." She gives him a skeptical look with only the barest of pauses. "Are you really planning on entertaining me with 'catch'?"

"Your... what? That made no sense to me, I'm sorry." Peeta didn't understand any of that. Wriggler games? Physical friends were stuffed? What the hell was that all about?

So he's going to go to something he actually knows. "Yeah, that's pretty much what I'm going to do. I figured out how to do this. If you throw something into the force field, it'll throw it back at you. So, toss an apple in..." And here he throws one in, catching it when it pops back up.

Terezi lifts a brow at the apple, sniffing curiously. Welp. That is something, isn't it?

"Okay, I have to admit! That's a pretty neat trick. Let me try." She holds her hand out patiently for one of the apples that she now assumes he collected for the sake of having things to throw at the forcefield.

"...I was talking about children's games, by the way. Wrigglers are troll children. And I'm pretty sure that you should already know what stuffed animals are, so I hope I don't have to explain that one?"

"Here you go." Peeta handed over the apple. Yeah, he always had a supply of apples and oranges, just to throw them into the force field. At least they got some use this way. He didn't know what happened if they weren't used by the end of the day.

"...Yeah. That makes a lot more sense, now." He had to laugh. Now it just made him feel stupid. "The terms confused me for a second there."

"It's okay. We have a lot of stupid terms for a lot of stupid things. Even more-so when you consider how needlessly complex lowblood language is!"

Terezi turns the apple over in her hands, giving it a critical once over... Then lobs it against the force field. At the very least, she seems intrigued when she catches the returning fruit. Interesting.

"I could teach you sometime, if you want. Not all the words, obviously, that would take forever... But some fun ones, maybe!"

"See, there's another one that I don't understand, how can blood be high or low?" Peeta is assuming right now that all blood is the same color, so there's that whole thing. But it doesn't make sense. He'd heard doctors in the Capitol talk about high blood pressure, could that be it?

Okay. He tosses his orange into the force field and catches it when it comes out. It was almost therapeutic, really, and gave your hands something to do. Kept his hands in shape for baking.

"I'll take the teaching lessons. Can I trade you anything for them, I feel bad about getting something without returning the favor."

"...Has no one given you the basic biology course yet?" Terezi lifts a brow at him. "Wow, it would be a crime if I charged you for something this fundamental."

She lobs the fruit at the wall, continuing on in a casual tone. "Lowbloods are trolls who have blood colors from the lower end of the hemospectrum: Reds, browns, yellows. Some consider green to be lowblood too, but that's your general elitism. Lowbloods have a reduced social status and are expected to cater to those who have a higher blood color than them. Highblood is the opposite of that--elevated social status, privileges, what have you--with colors at the high end of the spectrum: purples, indigos, and blues. Tyrian is the highest blood color, that's our Empress. She's the only one with that color because she murders all her potential rivals for the throne."

Peeta just shrugged. No. They'd never had a biology course back home. What use was that when it came to mining coal, baking, or butchering? Biology was a science, right?

Still, he wasn't sure what to make of that. Really, people based someone on the color of their blood? That was insane, that would be like basing someone on the color of their skin, or what their job was. it didn't matter, that's just how it was. What was the point?

"Humans only have red blood." This was crazy. "Who decided what the colors mean? It's a spectrum that still has all the colors on it."

"The Empress, of course! Or at least, I would assume so. It's been used for so long, I don't know where it came from. Maybe she just inferred the social statuses from the lifespans of the caste groups. Warmer colors don't live nearly as long as cooler colors. Or maybe that was just the easiest set-up and she didn't really care so long as she was on top."

Terezi shrugs back at Peeta. "We'll never really know at this point."

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