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Who| Pasha Chekov and OPEN
What| Delivering tribbles and presents
When| Pre-Arena and post aliens plot
Where| Tribute Tower but available on her way there too.
Warnings/Notes| Not just for tributes who ordered tribbles. Pasha will be bringing gifts from Capitolians in this haul too.

Pasha didn't often do deliveries of items bought in her shop herself.

But morbid curiosity after being trapped in a corder of the tribute tower during the Captiol evacuation had left her needing to know if it looked any different in the light of day. So dressed casually and with an avox trailing behind her who was struggling to carry all the neatly wrapped presents and boxes of things from her shop that were being sent to tributes she set off in the direction of the tribute tower.

She wound her way up the tower, knocking on district doors and asking to be shown to tributes rooms in order to bring them a delivery. Most of the presents had a note attached belaying the sender but some of them, such as the tribbles didn't. If there was nobody in she would simply leave them in their rooms if not, she would wait patiently for them after knocking.

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"NO!" He says. "...It might. I DON'T MOTHERFUCKING KNOW, THEY AIN'T EXACTLY SCHOOLFEED ALL WHEN THE COLLECTION DRONES COME A MOTHERFUCKER JUST UP AND ASSUMED IT TO BE LATERWAYS!" He runs a hand through his short cut hair. "The drone rounds, you know, the ones what all collect... after... they collect the pails what all..." Oh Messiahs, why? "IF A MOTHERFUCKER AIN'T FOUND FOR PARTNERS OR DON'T... CONTRIBUTE ALL RIGHT THE FUCKER IS CULLED." He can't look at her. He can't look at her face. "You say it to be simple but how does a motherfucker get to knowing, he ain't exactly asked the fuck around."

Collection drones? What in the world would they be collecting? And what did pails have to do with collecting things. Whatever it was, Pasha couldn't help but think they were talking about vastly different things here and more and more she was beginning to think this was all out of her depth.

"Well you don't hawe to do...that just because they sent you nice things." Pasha objected, feeling awful now that she might have put the wrong idea into his head. "You don't owe anyone anything in that manner if you aren't interested in them that way." She attempted to sooth him, moving so that she could pat him on the shoulder. "If anything, it makes you more respectable that you don't want to. It's not a big thing."

"And as for human anatomy, I can always bring you a book or something to help you understand it a little better?" She offered.

You don't want to know Pasha. Or if you do, no one else wants to know. He flinches back instinctively when she reaches out, but not so badly as to avoid her.

"You mean at you don't have drones?" He asks, eyeing her and carefully not speaking the added 'yet' that lingers in his mind. "AT ALL?"

He's not even going to comment on the books just yet.

Pasha shook her head in reply.

"If we do, I certainly hawen't heard of them and presuming that I am of the age of sexual maturity for humans, I would think that someone would have told me." Unless she was even more woefully lacking in sexual knowledge than she realised.

They don't. If they had drones she would know. The relief he feels is tangible.

"Thank motherfucking Messiahs," He breathes. He doesn't even care to ask how they get anything done for proper reproduction because it doesn't matter, he doesn't have to worry on it yet afterall. He turns back to looking at those gifts. What a whole new light that put over them. She didn't technically say they were for such reasons but he still eyes them somewhat wearily.

"WILL THEY UP AND KNOW? If all he collects these offerings without intent for..." He waves a hand in what could be a 'you know' gesture.

Pasha shook her head.

"If you don't want me to, I won't tell them. I will just say you were out and I didn't get a chance to see your reaction, perhaps?" She offered up to him. It wasn't lying per say. Just being incredibly dishonest.

"HE WANTS THEM," He says quickly, the overwhelming topic he'd just escaped taking from him his chance to think it all over before answering. It does make things quicker.

He feels strange just...taking things. Just accepting that something was given to him for no good reason-- and possibly for some distinctly unpleasant ones-- just like that. But, he's never been given any sort of honest to Messiahs gift before. He can't help but want to scurry it away. At the very least, they would make for good fill on his pile, and the better the pile the more comfortable for sleep.

"He wants them..." He says again. He doesn't actually take anything.

"Okay." Pasha nodded understandingly. She fiddled with the sleeves of her blazer for a second, looking between him and the gifts. "I wasn't going to take them away from you. Ewen if you didn't want them, they belong to you now. They aren't mine." She told him.

"If you want I could leawe you alone to open them? I know sometimes I feel a little awkward opening presents in front of people, like on my birthday."

"YOU MEAN WIRGGLING DAY?" He asks. He assumes that's what she means. It's transparent enough; birth, day.

He grunts. "Didn't know at gifts were all like to being a thing associated." Unless it's just a human thing. Fuck if he knows.

"JUST AS FINE EITHER MOTHERFUCKING WAY ALL HE SUPPOSES AT TO BE."

"I think so." She agreed with a small nod. "I always hawe presents on my birthday. But twenty one is my last big birthday so I guess after then Mama and Papa might decide to start toning down the amount of presents." Pasha was pretty spoilt after all. "But I like the cake better than the presents half the time. Sometimes I could just eat birthday cake all the time." She was rambling now. 'Shut up Pasha' She silently told herself, teetering off her rant with a small nervous laugh.

"You make all to do that every year?" He asks, saying the word 'year' like the foreign thing it is. He tilts his head. "IS THERE LIKE TO BE SIGNIFICANCE TO THE CAKE? The cake for birthdays?"

He doesn't seem to be bothered by the rant. Just curious.

Pasha bobbed her head. "Ewery year, yes." That was a question she'd never asked before. Pasha frowned in though.

"Well. It's a special cake. Not like a one you get in a cafe or restaurant. It's usually your fawourite type of cake. And your friends or family put candles on the top of it, one for each year and then you blow them out and you get a wish." The capitolite explained before seriously pointing at him and adding. "But you can't tell anyone what you wish for or it won't come true."

The Initiate stares, mystified. He won't ask how such things are created or how they work. That is science, sin, that is. These are clearly the work of miracles, these miracle cakes. He absorbs this information with a serious nod.

"A SECRET THEN. Secrets are indeed some of the most glorious of miracles."

He bows suddenly.

"EVER THE MOTHERFUCKING SOURCE OF UNDERSTANDINGS TO BE PRIED A SISTER ALL IS. Ever the moonlight guiding of the dim motherfucking nights."

"Oh! Uh--"

Pasha flusters almost immediately. Why was he bowing. Didn't everyone know about birthday wishes? Unless that was another cultural misunderstanding.

"That's wery kind of you to say but really, you do not hawe to bow." Pasha bends to the side, trying to see his face when he bows. "Most people just say thank you. You don't need to do that as well. It isn't as if I am the president."

The face she'll see, when she bends to check his, will be lifting a brow at her. He rises up slow.

"IT AIN'T MANNER OF DEFERENCE AT TO A HIGHER, NEVER FROM HE. It is in this case the mere preferred gesture of gratitude what all he sought to up and offer. SHE HAS ASSISTED HIM BEFORE THE NOW. It is well earned, not loosely given."

He gestures around. "MANY THINGS HERE ALL MADE AT TO BE FACT UNQUESTIONED, NOT EVEN BROUGHT IN PASSING IN THE NOTES OF POLITIC OF YOUR WORLD'S WRITINGS. Things as such can only be learned by person. AND THAT PERSON YOU'VE BEEN."

He shrugs, taking the weight off the statement.