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!

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[orestes]

That mode of argument had been borrowed from multiple men throughout history. While Enjolras was aware that his youth and physical presentation likened him in no small way to Saint-Just, he’d always found the man’s cold dogmas to be beyond his attempts at imitation. Moreover, while Robespierre and Rousseau before him could tow the of the self-righteous, they were uncompromising. Saint-Just, for all his youth, held the air of a sinner repenting and speaking on his sins, Robespierre’s austerity and control better suited Enjolras’ tightly wound essence.

As such, there was a sanctimoniousness to the eyebrow that gently lifted in response. The mood of the conversation had changed yet again. It was no longer debate, two people healthily expounding upon their conflicting points of view each for the benefit of the other. No, this was argument; a battle to be won, usually if only be outlasting the other. Verbosity, fortunately, was something he was pleased to share with the Terror’s Angel of Death.

“And how generous they are to bestow such a weapon upon us. How easily they could simply take it away.” There was a false humour to his voice and, again, a thin smile that worked its way across his otherwise disdainful expression. “That is the trouble, isn’t it? How this entire conversation started? Don’t you see that so long as they can manipulate our words we would be fools to rely upon their good judgement of us? We are nothing but tools for their government to use and if it is possible to fight back, it can only be done so by educating the people ourselves! Not through their barbaric system!”

He wasn’t shouting, not exactly. But perhaps his enthusiasm had actually gotten the better of him.