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Who| Everyone
What| A chance for the teams to meet, mingle, and, lets be honest, for goodbyes to be said.
Where| The common area.
When| Evening before the attack, about a day after Creuntus' network announcement.
Warnings/Notes| Time is going to be a little ~~more~~ wonky then normal, if you haven't noticed. They will be going out to attack "tomorrow" but that thread will not, likely, be posted tomorrow, to give people time to play in this one, etc.

There is food and drink, plenty of it, but no decoration, and it is clear this "party" is no sort of celebration. There is the small spattering of Peacekeepers still in the Capitol, those not on duty at the edge of the boundary.

A long table at the front has a set up for each team. Everyone has a folder with who is in their team, who is watching their team, a list of the various weapons they will have. On the list is a flame thrower, a handful of small explosives, and an automatic weapon for each team member. There are no weapons laid out for the Tributes to handle, however - those were waiting for them elsewhere, for when the mission truly started. Nor does the folder mention that the weapons all switch off outside of the combat area, but it's also not a secret, or a surprise.

Each folder also includes the rather useless stats and images they have of the creatures-the photos are blurry, the stats mainly stack up to "they are very deadly" and a collection of the various bits of information put forth by other tributes who seem to know more then the Capitol. Last, a detailed map of both the neighborhood, and the tunnels for them to study.

Another table has folders for the intel, with much of the same information. Last, a third table is set up for those that are staying at home. Those folders contain some basic first aid information, and a list with what sort of basic medical supplies and food stuff is in the training center.

Each table set up has an Avox or two to hand out the folders. Creuntus is no where to be seen, and you would be lucky to catch any of her team. She knows where she doesn't want to be. The furniture has been dragged to facilitate the conversation of small to medium sized groups. Say, about the size of a team and their Intel.

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"Yeah, you might need a little more info than that..." Howard flips through some of the file. "I mean, you really just have to do what you do best, though. Punch them, try not to get bitten."

That earned a sigh from the massive teenager.

"If it ain't broke, don't fix it." He supposed using one of his fathers old lines.

"How many are there?"

Howard nods. "Uh. A lot. They don't know. Stay safe, okay? I'll shore up some booze and sleeping pills for you when you get back."

He gives Orc's elbow a squeeze.

Booze and sleeping pills. The magic words to make Orc smile.

"They don't even bother asking for ID." He laughed darkly. He had always wondered if his new form would make it easier to buy booze if the FAYZ ever ended. As much as he hated to admit it, life in the Capitol was pretty sweet compared to home. It made it hard to keep reminding himself he was a murderer and a monster.

"I know. They're going to drive me out of business," Howard jokes, and his laugh is a nerve-wracked titter. "Not that I'm back in business. Yet."

That drew another confused look from Orc. A common expression coming from him.

"Why would you need to be in business again? You can get whatever you want here." It seemed almost too good to be true. Which was of course where the murder games thing came into play.

"I kind of like having a reason for people to give me things. Makes me feels weird to have them handed to me. Like there's a catch." Because there's always a catch when Howard offers something.

Orc still had trouble understanding and he scratched his head displaying this.

"But there is a catch. The catch is we gotta go die in the arena and let people watch us all the time." And he meant all the time. He was surprised last week by a scene on one of the shows of him in the shower. None of his man parts but still...no privacy.

"Well. More catches than that. They could do that without all the fancy food and parties."

He hops up onto the table and takes a seat.

"But the food helps." It was hard for even Orc to remain depressed when they were all so well fed.

"You know what? I haven't eaten cabbage in like...forever."

Because Orc has a such a strong grasp of time.

"I don't miss it."

"Me neither." Howard shakes his head, kicking his feet idly. "Remember raw artichoke?"

Orc made a face of disgust.

"Not as bad as that one cat that made me sick."

Actually there was equal possibility it was alcohol poisoning, not fire roasted cat that had made him sick. But the past was the past.

"I'm sorry I didn't know the proper temperature to barbecue a cat," Howard says, rolling his eyes. "I told you not to eat the wet parts, anyway."

"It was all wet parts." Orc shot back but the weight of his voice indicated he didn't blame Howard...or care all that much. They had bigger problems then food poisoning...didn't they?

"this place would be perfect if not for the whole...dieing thing."

"Point." Howard cringes anyway, even where the insult wasn't meant. "Win some, you lose some. I'll take dying and coming back to this over the FAYZ."

He wraps his hand around Orc's elbow, although really he can't even get his fingers halfway around. "Which brings me to my next point."

Orc nodded and out of practice let Howard guide him through the room. His legs moved automatically because they both knew if Orc didn't want to go somewhere there was nothing Howard could do to move him.

This sounded familiar, like the opening to Howard's idea about getting him to harvest the food in the fields in exchange for beer.

"Yeah?"

"You know how to put on a good show, man. It comes natural to you. It comes natural, just, like, punching and beating down monsters." Howard chooses his words carefully - not killing, not beating up people. Dragging Orc away from his identity as the worst of the beasts.

"So here's the plan. You kill one monster. I'll make sure it's on camera and everyone sees you're a hero. And then you get out, so you don't get hurt, okay?"

"I'm not a hero." Orc responded automatically. He could never really be a hero after the things he'd done. And being in this world wouldn't make it any better.

"I'll kill the thing though."

"Good. And stay safe. Can't be leaving me alone in this place, right?"

Orc shook his head.

"Not my call to make." He pointed out. "Didn't want you to leave last time either but it happened. All I can do is try." Which to Orc didn't sound like much, but in reality given his abilities him trying was still a pretty big effort.

"Don't be so morbid, dude," Howard says, but it doesn't matter. The words hit home and nestle somewhere in his intestines, twisting and tightening into hurt.

"I don't know what that means." He answered back, completely oblivious to what his words had done to Howard.

"Just wonder what happens if you die for good here. Do you think they have their own heaven or hell?"

"Now's not really the time for a theosophy lesson," Howard says, a sneer flashing over his lips. He hates all the God talk. It's really just a way Orc fuels his depression, all for some stupid religion that clearly is just, just, just bullshit.

Orc frowned. While not the most observant rock on the playground he knew Howard's feelings on his religion. And he tolerated the bitterness because he knew on some level Howard was probably right.

"So what then? Just wait for the mission?"

"You go off and get ready. I need to get familiar with the radios." He pats Orc on the shoulder. "See you on the other side, big guy."

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