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

[the_hit_list]

Showing off was boasting or trying to whip a table cloth out from under a fully set table. Maybe it was taking down an entire gang in front of the girl. Whatever your deal was. It wasn't hijacking a yacht in a lake, with no actual escape route, but there really was no talking to people when they were young and in love. "Yeah, he is. I'd let a few more weeks go by before you deal with him again. It's just like you said: play up the foolishness of it. Joke that you should've stolen a plane, and maybe she wouldn't have broken up with you."

It was harsh, but Tim had no malice in the advice: it was genuine and meant to be useful. Howard was trying to work out a personal strategy, a means to cope in the absence of his ex-girlfriend. Given how they'd presented Tim's relationship, dating her had probably been one of the only things in the kid's favor, as far as sponsors were concerned. He was tense and sometimes rude - Tim couldn't remember him smiling, aside from when he talked of Eponine. Howard was terribly under-sized. He had his wits left. That was it. They were all working with what they had.

"I wish I had more of a Casanova instinct, to be honest," Tim said, running a hand through his hair. He sounded frazzled. "I can be a little closed off, and, after that, I'm not sure how long that's going to work for me."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"I think I'll steal that one." Tetchy and sensitive as Howard is, he knows a good idea when he hears it (not that that's always an indicator that he'll accept it). Putting this all in terms of a plan makes it easier to swallow. Maybe in the long run he can convince himself it was all intentional. No harm, no foul. He was just using her, and not to plug the holes in his ever-sinking emotional ship. "No pun intended."

He rubs a hand over his chin. "Not that you should take my advice or anything, but they seem to like the pre-Capitol sweethearts thing. I think. I wasn't paying attention to the whole thing."

He really should have, if only to have a better idea of what plays well with these crowds (asides from the obvious death, death, murder, and more death with a side of killsauce). It's just hard to bring himself to feel too emotionally invested in anything right now. It's like there's a layer that he can see through but can't get past to the rest of the world, something choking off the emotion like a protective shell from himself.

Howard Bassem, the laminated human being. He appreciates that Tim's trying. He can still tell kindness too, in a way, even if it's hard to trust it. "Like. Tell them about the first time you met her. Leave out the brick."