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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."

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Blaine came into the room and grinned at her. "No problem," he said. "I'm actually really excited to meet you."

"Mister Anderson. I have heard quite a few things of you also." She told him with a bright smile, gesturing for him to take a seat. "Might I offer you a drink?"

Blaine nodded and ended up with a refreshment before settling in for the task at hand.

"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.

"From what I understand this is about my application to leave the games." She informed him, taking a sip from her tea before opting to put several sugar cubes in it. "I think that they wished for you to ask about my intentions upon leaving."

Blaine filed away the information that people could apply to leave the Games and then nodded. "Okay," he said. "You'd be a citizen then, wouldn't you? What do you think you'd want to do once you were a member of the Capitol?"

"Yes, I would be." Glinda bobbed her head in confirmation. "I would wish to continue my work as a politician, or failing that I should like to work with the tributes with in the games with the aim of assisting them outside the arenas to mentally prepare themselves and deal with their own deaths." As it was, it didn't feel there was a great deal of support.

"Oh," Blaine said thoughtfully. "We don't really have anything like that. Our escorts prepare us for what happens outside of the Arena, but they don't really get what happens inside of it. And our mentors have to keep us alive, so they don't deal with the psychology as much. How do you think you could do that?"

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"'S alrigh', love." Calico replied, almost absently. She was more than a little jittery, not truly understanding why she, of all people, had been called to attest for Glinda's suitability to become a Capitol citizen. Tottering in her high, high herls, she sat herself downonthe edge of the sofa, and grabbed a biscuit to nibble.

"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?"

"Yes. Glinda Arduenna Upland of the Upper Uplands." She offered, giving the other woman a smile back. She seemed an exuberant enough character and Glinda couldn't help but smile. Capitolians still seemed a bit silly to Glinda but she wouldn't personally admit that.

"Yes. It would certainly be prefable to enduring the arenas. Might I offer you a drink?" She commented.

Cal'd kill for a glass of wine. Or vodka. Straight. Especially, petrified as she was that Cruentus or some other official was going to appear. Still, she managed to say,

"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!

"The Emerald city of Oz is not that unlike the Captiol." She commented as she pushed a cool tall glass of water toward the other woman, Glinda herself opted for a cup of tea. "And being the ruler of Oz, that is where I spend the majority of my time."

Shion smiled at the lady he had spoken to over the network as he entered the room. "Hello."

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."

"I can only say the same for you. Please do have a seat." Glinda gestured to the little area where she had been sat and had set up a near enough afternoon tea. She smiled politely and certainly took a seat for herself, spreading the skirts of her voluminous dress so that the fabric wouldn't crumple.

"May I offer you a drink?" She asked.

Shion smiled and sat down, taking in the room as he did so. He shook his head, "I am fine thank you." He clasped his fingers in front of him. "I am glad your application got this far at least."

Glinda smiled back at him cheeks dimpling as she did so. "I found myself glad also. I think perhaps as I haven't been that popular a candidate within the arena it could have worked to our mutual advantages to release me."

"Perhaps, but they must like you quite a lot if they are willing for you to become a citizen next to them." Shion had never heard of anyone ever becoming No. 6 citizens, and so this was a new concept for him. But he would guess that they did not do so lightly here in the Capitol, even if their own citizens were controlled it was not so much as the tributes.

"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.

"I would like to be a politician such as that I was in my own world but understandably that might well not be a venue open to myself as of yet." The Witch blithely commented. "I suppose it would depend on whether or not I would be permitted the use of my magic. If so, I should like to use it to better the lives of the citizens and tributes that are held within the Capitol."

Shion nodded, he very much doubted that she would be allowed to be involved in politics in a city such as this.

"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.

Julie had, for obvious reasons, never been the winner of any kind of lottery. This wasn't much better than not winning. She wasn't sure she cared enough to give an interview, and on top of that she didn't even know who was applying for it.

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?"

Glinda poured out two cups of tea, pushing one of them toward Julie and loading her own cup of tea up with at least five sugar cubes and cream. She'd always had a fantastic sweetooth.

"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."

Oh. Well. Yeah. Guess there was no going home. While not a real big point of interest for Julie, she could see the appeal to someone who... didn't have a world full of zombies and dead parents to look forward to.

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?"

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