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WHO| Kaidan&Effie
WHAT| Pre-party and Kaidan is having a headache and guess who's been sent to round him up.
WHEN| RIGHT NOWWWW
WHERE| Kaidan's tribute room thing

The best thing to do when having a flairup is to turn the lights completely off, close all the doors, and only leave a window open if there's a breeze. The second best thing is to lay something cool over the implant scarring on the back of the neck and lay down. If you can manage sleep, great, but if not-- the only thing to do was sit it out. It took a few years with his mom to figure it out, but Kaidan has what to do during a migraine down to an art form. There's supposed to be a party tonight in the Capitol but Kaidan has refused-- none too politely, but firm enough that hopefully no one would bother him for the day.

In the Capitol, the flairups happen often and hard-- whatever lock they've thrown onto his biotics making everything inside him rebel. He refuses to speak with the doctors here about it, but there has to be someone. Shepard might know something, but he can't imagine anyone else knowing a doctor or even a tech specialist that a) isn't affiliated with the Capitol and b) would understand the level of technology. For now, Kaidan will just have to sit it out, and he's fine with that for now. But something will have to change soon.

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Effie was already running late, because trying to get her tribute to a acid rain themed party after he died of that without telling him that is was an acid rain themed party was a new and stressful situation. It had taken every ounce of delicate maneuvering she had possessed.

And now the escort from two was calling in a favor Effie owed her, and asking her to bring their linger tribute. Said he had been taking longer to get ready. Effie was...annoyed, but she did owe the woman a favor.

"Knock knock!"

Kaidan answers the door even if he'd rather not, rubbing at his neck and barely able to keep his eyes open for more than a second. He's wearing typical tribute wear, nothing special anymore. He spots who it is, the makeup the hair and-- oh, someone from the Capitol. He's tempted to close the door, but he doesn't, manners making him keep it open, even if he doesn't greet her nicely. "Yes?

The annoyance was clear on Effie's face. She was running late, and was promised an almost ready tribute to just be escort down stairs. Not a sleepy, bed tousled tribute who didn't look ready for dinner, none the less a party.

"...you aren't ready yet?" She tried to keep an upbeat lilt to her voice, but it was strained.

Kaidan rubs his forehead gingerly, levelling Effie with a reasonable glare. She woke him up for this? "If this is about the party tonight, I won't be attending it."

"I'm very sorry but attendance isn't optional and we are already running late." One had paid for all the tributes currently not in the arena to attend. A bit of a tacky move in her opinion, but that wasn't her place to comment on. At least not to a tribute. She frowned up at him, her sunny disposition fading quickly.

"So hurry up so we can get down there, before we are far more than fashionably late."

Kaidan purses his lips, clenching his jaw before looking back at the darkness of his room. He closes his eyes and lets out a breath, something that makes his head reel for no better reason than to just prove he is in no position to attend a party. "Sorry." He says, even if he's really not-- it's her job, no need for him to be completely rude, especially considering he closes the door on her not a second later.

Her mouth dropped open as the door clicked shut in her face.

How incredibly rude.

She lifted her hand, knocking on the door...possibly a little less than lady like this time. "Excuse me. Open this door right now."

"I'd rather not." Kaidan's voice is firm, his patience quickly being drained by his headache and the steady pounding on his door which is doing nothing to make it better.

"Look, Mr..." She tried to recall his name, but it slipped from her mind. These new Tributes had such strange names. "You don't have an option. Now come with me, now, before I have to get someone to bring you down."

"I'm sorry, but I have to refuse." Kaidan rubs his eyelids again, pressing spots into them to just be able to focus on something that isn't his head splitting apart. "Going to a party to celebrate dying isn't high up on my priority list."

"I'm sorry, but your priority list isn't what matters. This isn't just about you. It's about your District, the other tributes from your District. Showing up is not an option at a party your district is throwing to support their tribute who is still competing."

Really? How selfish could one be?

Kaidan bites down on his jaw hard, ignoring the pain of his implant, trying to settle down just how angry her words make him. Why is he supposed to care about his district-- they have done nothing for him. They put him where he is. He doesn't respond-- there's nothing.

She was going to have to call someone in here to drag him down. She really didn't want to, but she was. But she had dealt with unruly tributes before. And those ones at least had the excuse that they might actually die.

"If you don't come out here, I will get someone to take you down there."

Kaidan opens the door again, leaning his head against the doorframe, eyes pinched shut in pain. "Whatever your friends at the Capitol did to my implant has given me another migraine. I'm not going to celebrate anything." Kaidan's clicks his teeth shut after a second. He knows they did something to his amp, to the implant that work for his biotics, allow him to use them. In the Capitol he has nothing, no powers, and in the Arena they are faulty at best.

"Look, that is truly awful, but I can get you some medication. There isn't an option about going, it is part of your duty, your job as a tribute."

It was like corraling a hung over Haymitch, and she could handle that. Reaching out, she grabbed his wrist to take him to stylist. She could get some pain klillers while they tried to make something out of him. She was trying to reel the annoyance back in her voice, but really.

Kaidan still has the control to snap out of Effie's hold effectively, and the second she touched him his body goes ridged-- military and on the defensive, ready to attack and take anything this woman could do. "No."

"I told you, no is not an option. Now stop being difficult, this is incredibly rude." She snapped, hands going to her hips cna glaring up at him.

"And if you don't come willingly, I will call someone in to drag you down, as you are. You'll be a humiliation to your district, which will only hurt your teammate in the arena!"

"She will do fine with or without my support. I'll survive. Going won't stop me from being put back in there. If that means I'm a humiliation, so be it. An Arena where children kill children is nothing I want to be proud about."

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"You know, despite the way you are acting you are not actually a child." Effie hissed. Her temper was now officially shot. There had to be an Avox somewhere in this suite, and she could send them to get a peacekeeper for her. Take him down to the party like this.

And that's the final straw. Kaidan takes one look at Effie before he punches her, square in the nose. Her voice, her attitude, her beliefs-- how she writes off the entire situation; it all comes to a head here and Kaidan doesn't even feel sorry when he feels her nose break.

The action has her so shocked that she is sitting on the ground on her end, string up at Kaidan before it even occurs what happened. There was a moment of black, the white, and then, suddenly, the pain crashed over her.

And she screamed.

Kaidan closes the door then, retreating back into his room to run his knuckles under a little cold water before returning to bed. He knows what he just did was completely irrational and the punishment-- but if she had just listened--

Effie's screaming bring Avoxes. Avoxes bring peace Keepers. She is assisted up and out, to go be patched up.

His door is knocked on by people much bigger than her.

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