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Who: Sandy Marko and open to all.
What: Seeking inspiration
Where: Training Center Restaurant
When: Mid day.
Warnings: Not yet?

Having come in from her morning run through the city Sandy had showered, changed clothes from workout to casual and was sitting at the restaurant with an over sized stack of red velvet pancakes with cream cheese icing and whipped cream with some kind of glittering gemlike sprinkles. A half drank glass of milk sat next to a plate of sausages, one of them with a fork sticking out of it and a bite missing.

She had taken a few bites out of it but was deeply invested in using a pencil to try and map out her next painting. On a paper in front of her was some kind of gooey dripping monster.

It had been awhile since she dreamed about the monsters that had fallen from the sky. About the last horrible thing she'd done before waking up here. Maybe someone in that church had gotten away.

But she wasn't hopeful enough to lie to herself about it.

Having had a nightmare about them (Despite Effie's special sleep tea and Pruna's anti-nightmare head poke) Sandy decided the best way to get it out of her head was to put it in paint.

And so here we found her, wasting another day when she could, should be preparing for the next arena.

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Some had been approaching to see if Pruna minded him joining them, his own plate in hand, but Sandy's last words stopped him in his tracks, just a few feet away. It took him a few breaths to convince himself they weren't speaking about him.

"Ah... Pruna, hello? May I join?"

She wrinkled her nose again, wondering what kind of monsters just fell from the sky, it didn't even have wings. She looked round when someone said her name. She grinned at Some. "Hello Some, you can be being if you do be wanting to." She looked at Sandy to check that was alright.

Sandy couldn't help from starring at Some, she'd only ever seen him at a distance and on the TV screens but up close she could see him in much more clear detail.

She hated to admit it but there was a bit of a resemblance.

"Y-yeah sure...why not?" She mumbled and distracted herself by rolling up one of her red pancakes and chewing on it.

Some nudged one of the chairs out of the way. Sitting on the floor, the table was the right height for him. He had just a slab of something that looked like rusting tofu, though true to the Capitol, it was plated with an artful swirl of sauce and dusted with something that looked like black glitter. And it was Sandy's food he was peering at curiously.

"What is that?"

"I do no be knowing but they do be being tasty." She grinned and ripped a bit off, offering it to Some. "Do you be knowing each other?"

After she got over her initial shock and saw Pruna conversing with Some like any other person Sandy found it a little easier to swallow her nerves, especially when explaining something she actually understood.

"Red Velvet pancakes with Cream Cheese frosting." A pause. "They aren't actually made of velvet. It's just a name because they're kind of smooth like velvet I guess." She didn't actually know but she didn't want Pruna trying to eat a velvet dress on accident.

Some accepted the bit, but after a discreet sniff, offered it back. There was nothing in that he could eat. "That sounds good, but I think I will have to settle for my own.

"We have not met, I think. And I am afraid I don't have your name," he said, tilting his head towards Sandy.

Pruna shrugged and took it back, eating it. "She do be being called Sandy, she do be being my friend." The word friend was said with emphasis, it was very important. She grinned at Sandy, "And this do be being Some, he do be being a grue priest."

Every time Pruna referred to Sandy as her friend, Sandy couldn't help but notice how important it sounded. It made her cheeks pink and made her sit a little straighter. Was a pride? Maybe.

"A priest?" The title brought Sandy back to her discussions with Pruna about Chaos Priestesses and what her job would be if she wanted to come back home with Pruna when all this was over.

"That's cool." Only slightly honest of her, but she was polite. She hadn't met many religious figures in her life, and given the last time she saw the creature she had been drawing it was in a church...her feelings were mixed on the subject to say the least.

"Ah... Pruna says so. We don't have that word in my language. I can only teleport. And I cannot here, of course." He poked at his own food, unexcited by it as ever.

"Sandy can no be using her powers either. They did be stealing them. I do no be knowing how." Pruna picked up another pancake.

Sandy shrugged wishing she had a clue. Instead she pointed at Grue's meal "What...is that stuff supposed to be?"

... I don't think it has a name." He picked up a forkful of it, nose wrinkling. "I need a specific diet. This is... what they give me instead. What are your powers?" he asked quickly, a little too quickly for the topic change to not be an obvious one.

Pruna wrinkled her nose, "I bet it do be tasting yukky." She said, she had already offered to get him some proper food, and now she wondered if they made him eat such disgusting looking things she should just go kill someone, so he could have something tasty.

After all the food was the only decent thing about the Capitol.

"My...oh my powers." Sandy was surprised by the question, in part because it had been so long since she used them she'd almost forgotten about her inherent powers.

"My whole body turns to stone. My dad would turn to sand so...I get it from him." She explained a little sheepishly.

"Oh..." Some's eyes went wide, and he stared, slow to catch himself. "That is... amazing. Just... Oh." At least he kept from reaching out to touch her, though it was a near thing.

"I wish I could see that."

"I have no been seeing it either!" Pruna told him, "Maybe in the next arena everyone will be having their powers and then you can be showing us Sandy!"

Sandy's face took on a pinker hue as she realized they were both genuinely interested in her power. With a shy smile she relented. "Heh...well...yeah if I get the chance sure. I mean...it's not that strong. It sure didn't save my life in the first arena when that girl ripped my head off..."

Some winced, and reached a long arm around behind Pruna to pat Sandy's shoulder.

"Which arena was your first?"

Pruna frowned, she didn't like the idea of anyone ripping Sandy's head off. She wondered if they were still here, maybe she could get Sandy to tell her. Then they would regret it.

Sandy stiffened at the sensation of yet another stranger touching her. She'd been forced to get used to it in the last few months, but it was still always a surprise to her.

"The North Pole." She explained and then realized that neither of them probably knew what that meant.

"Snow, ice everywhere. Some birds that I had to try and catch so I could eat them. Big pits. I fell into one and this girl turned into a big muscular dude before she killed me."

He nodded, lifting his hand quickly at her reaction, with an apologetic tilt of his head. The gesture was entirely human. "That was my second... My first was an island mostly underwater. The birds were trying to eat me, there."

Pruna wrinkled her nose, she couldn't imagine a place with snow and ice everywhere. "That do be sounding stupid." Birds trying to eat him. Pruna was glad she hadn't been there either.

Sandy looked startled by the suggestion, "Geeze, an underwater arena? How did you guys not drown in like...a week?" Because while she knew how to dog paddle but she wasn't that good a swimmer.

"It was mostly shallows." He indicated a height around his lower chest. "But it was horribly bright, and hot and humid."