Working for the church while your life falls apart

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Who| Signless, Effie and Peeta
What| Murderparty Deluxe Extravaganza: the Fallout 2: Electric Boogaloo
Where| D12 Common Room
When| Not too long after Signless comes back to the Capitol; timing is a lil fuzzy for accommodation purposes
Warnings/Notes| References to death and suicide, most likely

Even with Karkat's support, the days after the Signless is revived blur together for him. The only thing that remains constant is the feeling of agitation that keeps him from sleeping but makes him feel utterly exhausted. He doesn't leave the suites, not wanting to deal with his fellow tributes, but most of his time is spent pacing around his respiteblock or the common room, flopping down occasionally onto flat surfaces, then getting back up when he can't take not moving. He hasn't been eating, either, except when Karkat makes him. Basically, he is a hot mess, and anyone who happens upon him where he's currently curled up on a common room couch can probably tell just by looking at him.

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"Oh, things are...they are plenty stressful, you didn't really add that much." She said in a voice that was more then a touch conspiratorial. Now that the roughest part was over, she went to the bar, pouring a small class of a hot pink fluid into a tall crystal glass.

Coming over to sink into a chair, she leveled Signless with a steady look.

"Just be careful, all right?"

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He offered her a weak smile.

"I'll try. That's as much as I can promise. I honestly don't care anymore about what happens to me. But I'll be careful for everyone else."

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"Well, you can't just go in there and not care about yourself, you know. We're a team, all of us. We need to help each other out."

She gently tapped his knee with a manicured finger to make her point. Aggressively for Effie, really. But she wanted him to realize his worth in al of this.

"We need to take care of each other. And to take care of Twelve."

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For a moment he pondered arguing that he wasn't worth that, really, but he decided against it. There wasn't much point.

"Of course. I'll do my very best to keep that in mind."

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"Good!" She gave his leg another secure pat, feeling like the subject was more than settled now. "We'll get you right back in the good graces of the Capitol."

For what that's worth, a familiar, surly voice murmured in the back of her mind. She quickly hushed it.

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It was almost kind of nice, knowing that in her own Effie Trinket way she really was just trying to help him. There was something very genuine about her that was so at odds with everything he'd come to expect from the Capitol. Thank goodness he'd been assigned to Twelve.

He patted her hand with his own, a little awkwardly. "Thank you."

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((OOC-Good end?))

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((I think so!))