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[gamemakers]

WHO| Anyone in the Capitol. Mentors, dead tributes, and the new future tributes (if you like)
WHAT| Game viewing party
WHEN| Ongoing, as long as the weather holds and the Game's don't end
WHERE| The roof of the mentor's headquarters
WARNING/NOTES| none right now.

The roof lavishly decorated, dripping with flowers, brilliantly colored blown glass bubbles and fountains that cascaded down into a small wading pool that ringed the roof. Cabana's were dotted here and there, surrounded by flowing curtains for privacy, and lounges covered with large, ornate pillows made sure there was plenty of places to sit.

Along one edge was a buffet covered with delicacies, all finger foods geared toward the warm weather. Rare fruits chilled on ice, delicate sheets of raw fish curled up on tiny piece of bread, chilled dips and many more. Iced, fruity drinks flowed freely, with a handful of Avoxs around for any needs the guest may have.

TV's were everywhere, and a guarded door lead back into the mentor's headquarter's, in case they needed to slip back in to help their tributes. If they have any left.

Comments

[talkaboutme]

"Of course not, then I'd be...some kind of sadist or something. Don't worry about it," he said, "And are you that much better at your job, or are you just a really nice guy doing all the work for them?"

Part of him suspected that Finnick didn't want him to upset them. Some guys were really obsessed with protecting the women in their lives, for whatever reason. Perhaps an 'accidental' encounter would be necessary.

[knottherapy]

“Let’s just say it’s a little of both.” He finished off the last of his drink and set the glass in front of him before repeating Kevin’s words, “Don’t worry about it.” The look he had before his exit was one of I’ve got my eye on you. Finnick had heard enough for now from this cocky tribute. He had gotten his taste of him.