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Who: Orc and Open to All
What: Having too much fun leads to some strange choices
Where: Training Center Common Area
When: Noon
Warnings: Depressed, alcoholic rock monster

Orc heard noise all around him and felt light stabbing at his eyes. He must have fallen asleep somewhere other then his room.

This wasn't unusual for him though he was doing it less lately since he could have all the alcohol he wanted back in his apartment with the other tributes.

He didn't want to, his head was starting to hurt as his brain started up and reminded him how hungover he should be. He knew however if he remained passed out in public he'd never hear the end of it from the papers and TV shows that follows tributes. Though he was far from the only person involved in the games to drink heavily.

Opening his eyes to the blinding light of day he groaned and sat up. As the world of color came into focus he recognized the furniture of the common area of the Training Center. Sure enough there were some "reporters" if you could call them as such taking pictures of him and one of them jokingly asking if he had a rough night and who his friend was.

Friend? Orc blinked the sleep from his eyes and looked around before his eyes settled on a creature that was laying on the sofa next to him currently eating salad from a bowl someone had brought it.

It was a lamb. A rainbow colored lamb.

It was not the first time in his life that Orc had absolutely no excuse for something he had done under the influence of alcohol, but this was by far one of the most baffling.

"Hello." He grunted to the lamb who bleated in response and resumed it's meal.

Casting a wary glance around he spotted a server and growled. "Drink."

The server scurried away, grateful he no longer had to stand around watching over the sleeping rock creature and it's "pet"

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Orc couldn't help but look back at the sheep as if he should feel guilty. Then the name struck him. "Skittles?" That was a good name. It had been his favorite candy back home.

The lamb bleated in response and lay down on the sofa resting after it's nice full meal. It kept it's eyes on them though.

"Yeh. Skittles. Remember, you said you'd call it that?" She shouldn't be shocked at Orc's lack of memory really. She's pretty sure he's drowned his brain cells so much that his brain is permanently water logged in booze.

Did he? His stomach growled and he tried to silence it by emptying the rest of his drink gulping it down.

"Yeah I like it." He decided. "Good idea." He added to no one in particular.

"Time for breakfast." he declared finally as the first buzz of the day began to settle over his brain.

"Now that's a good idea." Diana hadn't eaten since that snack break during training. Which was far too long for her.

"You going to carry it or make it walk?"

Orc considered this and rose to his feet. Surprisingly enough the lamb did likewise and stood on the sofa watching them carefully.

Experimentally Orc took a few steps away from the sofa and the lamb toddled off it's seat in a clumsy fashion and trotted after him.

"Huh..." Was the most Orc could manage at such a peculiarly well trained lamb.

"Well, that's pretty adorable." She said in a blunt fashion, placing her hand on her hips as if she'd just made a declaration of law.

"Whatever works." He muttered but the smile on his face was evidence he agreed. It also seemed pretty out of place given his usual dour nature.

Taking a few more steps he watched to make sure Skittles was following him and he started his slow deliberate path to the restaurant.

If anyone gave him trouble about Skittles being in the restaurant he'd just scare them. He was good at that.