thecapitol | 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 something will come up in the future, that we can use to help us," Cindy smiled slightly, giving a small shrug. "Probably best if we ask our Escorts for them. They love it when you do something that's along the lines of taking their advice."

They just needed the right opportunity to make this happen. Soon, they would be going into the arena, and all thoughts of rebellion and doing something like this would have to be set aside. Then, once they were out, they could continue.

But they needed a catalyst. A jumping off point. If one of them won the games, that would be the perfect way! Cindy would try to win, to get this started. "Better brush up on your writing skills," She have Enjolras a wink.

They would indeed need a jumping off point. For his part, Enjolras couldn't think it would be realistic to expect either of them to win the Games. Him, for lack of motivation, and frankly, everything he knew about Cinderella led him to believe that she was perfectly intelligent, but otherwise unremarkable. Intelligence simply didn't count in such a venture.

He frowned, not for lack of approval over her thoughts, rather for the glee with which he was sure the escorts would perceive such actions. "I have no doubt they will be more than happy to help us."

Oh well, some sacrifices had to be made. It was simply unfortunate that his pride apparently had to be one of them. "Anyway, people here find my discourse rather... Lengthy. Perhaps you will be willing to edit them for me. It would do no good for us to go through this level of effort only for people to ignore the writing itself because they found it too trying."

Unremarkable was exactly what she was going for. It would make her time in the arena easier if no one took notice of her, or gave her another thought. Because then she could do what she did best, and that was everything the arena was probably good for. Sneaking around and not being seen was one of her strongest points.

You couldn't have pride when it came to some things. She took pride in her work, and took pride in the people she worked for. But having the escorts being happy with her; that made everything easier.

"They won't have anything to complain about when it comes to us," Cindy gave a soft laugh at that, looking down at the champagne glass she still held. When she looked back up, she had the slightest smirk.

"You wouldn't know it by looking at me, but I'm a pretty great editor. I helped that zombie kid write a love letter to his girlfriend, how much harder could it be to help you cut down on some things, right? I can edit with the best of them, is what I'm saying."

The comment about R brought him back momentarily to Javert and the last state in which he'd seen the spy. Despite their differences, it wasn't a pleasant memory even if it did leave an impression, and he struggled to maintain his amused expression. It wasn't as if his enthusiasm for the project was fading, far from it. Rather, Enjolras simply had a challenging time rectifying the good things he'd heard reported about their resident zombie with the havoc he (intentionally or otherwise) wrought in the Arenas. Still, he smiled back, albeit thinly. Distantly, he wished he had a glass of something himself, if only for the distraction.

"I'd like to hope I'm more capable than that fellow. Nothing against him personally, of course, but he doesn't seem the literary type." Courfeyrac was better at using humor to mask any element of discomfort. Perhaps it was a skill Enjolras should've spent more time studying while he could. "There isn't much time before the next Arena. We should either work very quickly, or plan to execute this project at the next break."

She needed to start watching more of the arenas, but it wasn't really her kind of reality TV show. She preferred it when everyone was stuck in a nice house and they got drunk all the time, and slept with each other, and had fights-- oh wait. Cindy was good at reading people, since she had to in her business. Someone could bring out a gun suddenly, and you were up a creek if you didn't see that coming.

But, she also knew when to not call someone out on it. "He's really not, but hey, I'm not going to kill someone's dream like that. It could be worse." Cindy could also hide what she was feeling, usually, but in this instance... it was better to look as uncomfortable as she felt, when she thought about being in the arena. "I think we'd have a better chance after the arena... if we're both in a state that we can do that, don't you think?"

Nodding slowly, he again pulled himself away from thoughts of the Arena. They'd be there soon enough and then he could relive and reconsider the meaning of it all. Now was the time to make plans and actually set about (hopefully) changing thing. "I agree. There isn't the time now, and the Arena may actually give us something to work with. While the escorts and stylists talk about our presentation within the Capitol, the people are truly influenced more by how we behave in the Arenas."

He carefully avoided the word performance as his own performance was nothing to be excited over. Enjolras knew he didn't stand a chance of winning going in, and so his battle tactics, while meticulous at the barricade had been non-existent within the Arena. "I didn't believe them at first when they told me that everyone watches it. I have become convinced."

"You're right on the money with that. If we do well in the arena, well, good for everyone involved, right? Especially us, if we get to keep on living." Cindy definitely was going to try, but... sometimes things happened.

Giving a shrug, she finally took a sip from her glass. "We'll just do our best in the arena, and do better when we get out. Seems simple enough, even in process. Besides, once we're in there, we won't have time to think about whatever we'll be doing out here."

She raised her glass a little. "Cheers, then, to the future? I really hope it turns out like we want."

There was truth to that, at least. Within the Arena, they'd at best be trying to survive, at worst well... Enjolras knew what he would do within the Arena, he wasn't prepared to pass judgment over anyone else for their choices, so long as they weren't purposefully cruel. More and more, he was coming to the conclusion that Panem, and particularly the Games were areas were normal morality didn't apply. The best one could do was to act according to their own definition of virtue and be satisfied with that.

Unable to return the gesture as it was, he tilted his head in agreement. "As do I. To the future, as you say, Mademoiselle."

The shocking and thrilling adventures!

And you already know how I talked to a mod about this and yeah xD

Oh? Now that we're connected on plurk we'll have to pow-wow. c:

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