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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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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.

Harley squealed with glee "Oh I LOVE those shows! Mister J and I did that a few times but his pranks usually had more fatalities then cable TV lets you show on the air." She chuckled as if it was all in good fun.

"My favorite prank, the not lethal kind anyway, was this one where a couple of midgets get into a fight in a bar? And they are fighting over one of the midgets midget girlfriend...wait was she a midget or a dwarf? I mean I've always kinda figured they weren't dwarves unless they had beards but anyway..."

She took a swig from her drink before continuing. "So the midgets are fighting and one knocks out the other, and then midget police show up and cuff the winner of the fight and march him out with his girlfriend. And THEN Midget paramedics rush in, scoop up the one who got K.O'd and whisk him away. And the rest of the bar is just like..." She pulled a slack jawed look of utter confusion before bursting out laughing at the memory.

"That's the long and short of it." She added.

Cindy knew a couple of dwarves (and knew that Snow White had killed a fuckton of them back in the days they don't talk about), so she got the small people idea. And maybe it wasn't politically correct in a Fable kind of way to laugh about it, but that transferred over to the real world, too. You just don't laugh about bad things happening to little people.

Which made Cindy crack up. "You didn't! I would have paid money to be sitting in that bar watching this go down. That is hysterical, those people never even knew what hit them!"

Harley took an exaggerated bow. "Thank you thank you~ You'd be surprised how many dwarves are in the market to become henchmen. I think they figure if they get hired on with a big crew they can end up like...team mascot and not have to worry about getting shot. By the time they figure out the truth well...too little too late."

"I'd think dwarves would want to be in the circus or something. I can't see them being pretty useful in a group, I mean, can they shoot a gun that will get you above the knees?" Cindy raised an eyebrow. "Then again... I have a friend who hates dwarves with a passion. She'd shoot them as soon as hiring them for anything."

Harley laughed once more at that. "Oh wow, what happened? Did she get dumped by two dwarves in an overcoat pretending to be a big person?" She teased incredibly amused by her own idea.

"Nawwww," Cindy shook her head with a small smile. "They pulled that whole Snow White crap on them, so she got back by capping the little fuckers. God, I would have loved to see that!"

Harley cackled with glee leaning on Cindy for support.

"I LOVE it. Are all the fairytales from your world so hard core? Mad Hatter would probably get gutted like a fish by Alice." She thought hatter was a hoot but he had always been a bit too keen to use his mind controlling hats on her since she was already blond.

She grinned, patting her friend on the other shoulder. "All of them aren't what you would call 'Disney' fairytales. They're not even Hans Christian Anderson ones, either. The ones in my world, they make hardcore guys look like pussies in comparison."

Cindy smirked. "Ever hear the tale of Goldilocks?"

"Sure!" Harley straightened up again "Breaking and entering, destruction of property, grand theft porridge and let's not forget sleeping in someone's bed without permission. Those bears had more then a few reasons to be upset." She giggled.

"So what happened in your version? Was it more about sleeping with the bears? A homewrecker?" She guessed wildly.

"Oh yeah, no matter what the story has in it, those bears are pissed." Cindy laughed. "But in my version, there's... a lot more about sleeping with the bears."

Look, she tried not to judge. But she judged Goldy hard. "Goldy didn't just sleep with baby bear because his bed was 'just right'. She got some pretty wild ideas from it, too. Like how the bears should be treated just like everyone else. So Goldy became a revolutionary and started killing people. All because that one bed was so damn comfortable, and the bear's dick was to her liking."

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