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Who: Glinda, Blaine, Shion, Calico and Julie
What: Being interviewed for Captiol Citizenship
Where: Lounge of the Tribute tower
When: Through the week?
Warnings: None as of yet.
For each interview, Glinda made sure that there was tea and snacks fine enough for an afternoon tea each time, thanking the avoxes profusely for their assistance. Upon the recieving the note telling her to contact the other Tributes (And a Captiolian?) she made appointments with each on separate days and made sure to clear her social diary as much as humanly possible. This was by far more important to her.
When they arrived she would rise to meet them with a smile. "Thank you so very much for coming."
What: Being interviewed for Captiol Citizenship
Where: Lounge of the Tribute tower
When: Through the week?
Warnings: None as of yet.
For each interview, Glinda made sure that there was tea and snacks fine enough for an afternoon tea each time, thanking the avoxes profusely for their assistance. Upon the recieving the note telling her to contact the other Tributes (And a Captiolian?) she made appointments with each on separate days and made sure to clear her social diary as much as humanly possible. This was by far more important to her.
When they arrived she would rise to meet them with a smile. "Thank you so very much for coming."
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"What exactly am I doing here?" he asked her in a friendly but confused voice. He had a vague idea, but he wasn't sure about the details.
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"So you're Glinda?" She offered a bright grin, trying to look relaxed.
"An' you wanna be a Capitol citizen? Can't say I blame you, love. Cushy life, you can 'ave, and none of them arenas, eh?"
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"Yes. It would certainly be prefable to enduring the arenas. Might I offer you a drink?" She commented.
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"Water, lovely. Water'd be great."
She picked up a second party-ring style biscuit, chipping at the icing with her long (painted) green nails.
"You've got a long name there, love. As long as some of them lot from the Capitol." She snorted, glancing at Glinda's set hair, her makeup, the fancy little tea spread. "You're gonna fit right in with 'em!"
Irony? Noooooooo. Never!
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He had been surprised at the note and a bit worried about the meeting. He had spoken to Glinda before, on the network. And believed that she thought she could do more good as a citizen. He didn't want anyone to be stuck in the arena. No one at all.
But it was also enabling someone to be an elite, and that was bad as well. Even if it was what she wanted. She seemed so kind that Shion thought it would only bring her pain, especially since she would be without power to help anyone, even if she were a citizen.
"It's nice to meet you in person."
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"May I offer you a drink?" She asked.
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"Do you have any plans for what you want to do here?" She had said she was a ruler back home but obviously that was not something she could do here.
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"Magic?" Of course he had heard of people here talking about magic and powers and how it was suppressed somehow. But he still struggled to believe in it. "What kind of magic do you have?" Were there different types? Surely there were. This was something Shion knew nothing about, and as doubtful as he was he could never resist the opportunity to learn more.
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In short, she felt pretty reluctant to help anyone. They hadn't been doing much for her.
The room was obnoxiously pleasant, the smell of real food in the air -- light and sweet, the kind of thing she thought should be at a tea party. And look. There was tea. She was right.
She crossed her arms, the ghost of the touch of that spear through her guts still there. She was uncomfortable as hell, still carrying her last death with her. Get over it, Julie. One more person out of the Games. One less to kill.
Julie blinked at the woman's smile. "Sure."
One less to kill. The thought, while not in itself encouraging, pulled her further into the room. She took a seat, pulling her legs up onto the chair. "So you're close, huh? To getting out of here?"
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"To being removed from the games, yes." She nodded her head. "It has taken a long time but I am glad to see that progress is being made."
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Julie blinked at the white cube, curious. Was that seriously sugar? She'd never even seen a sugar cube before. Except in, like, movies or something. The last movie she'd seen had been eleven years ago.
"I didn't know that was an option." She cupped the tea in her hands, the warm moving through the glass or porcelain or whatever to warm her hands. It felt oddly reassuring. When was the last time she'd had real tea, either? "So, what happens if you get out? You live the high life then?"