Who| Jet, Cecil, Sam, Haruto, Albert, Porrim, Ermac, Alain, Tabris, Joan and Altair
What| Item Retrieval Mission
Where| An unknown facility in the Capitol
When| Night
Warnings/Notes| Violence on peacekeepers, warn for anything else in the headers!
( A little Capitol Vault shopping )

Who | Everyone.
What | Kevin's Crowning
Where | An outdoor plaza, sectioned off and well guarded.
When | Starting at noon and continuing on until sunset.
Warnings/Notes | This event is mandatory for all Tributes and Victors to attend. Even if you do not tag in, your character will attend this party.

( Today's the day of the company picnic! )

Who | Cecil Palmer and YOU
What | There's a new Avox in town! ...Well. There are a lot of new Avoxes in town. This one is now a Tribute for District Three, no longer a radio host, and not keen to be reminded of why this is the case.
Where | Around the Tribute Center! See below for prompts.
When | A few days after Penny and Cruentus' broadcast.
Warnings | Threads will likely include mentions of torture, brainwashing, etc.; everything that comes with Avoxes and Capitol retribution.

( Around the tribute center )

( District 3 suites )

( Avox quarters )

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Who| Carlos and anyone
What| Since Carlos's survival hinges on his ability to act like he doesn't care, he's going about his business as usual. Even though he and Cecil had a very short-lived but very public romantic relationship, he's acting like he doesn't care. Come make his life harder. Come ask him how he feels.
Where| The D10 rooms, a coffeeshop, and the Speakeasy
When| After Penny and Cruentus's classy, classy announcement.
Warnings/Notes Possible mention of torture, drinking in the last prompt. Also, the first two prompts will involve Carlos denying any real feelings for Cecil. If you want an honest discussion with him, it'll have to be in the Speakeasy.

( D10 rooms )

( Public coffee )

( Speakeasy )

( Elevators )

Who | Cecil Palmer and Dave Strider
What | Carlos asked one thing of Dave before he died.
Where | The bottom of the Tribute Center, late evening, in the public spaces.
When | Shortly after Dave's Arena death.
Warnings | Possible discussion of Carlos' gruesome Arena death.

( At least you warned him about stairs, bro. )

WHO| Carlos, Cecil, and a ｃamera ｃrew
WHAT| A chat. Carlos has been given a break from working on the disease to see -- right, that guy he confessed love for in the Arena. Too bad it wasn't true.
WHEN| Late last week, before Carlos makes his discovery.
WHERE| In the Capitol! Outside the Speakeasy, then inside the Speakeasy.
WARNINGS| Huge, horrendous amounts of awkward. This is a painful truth. Also, the first part of this log IS televised. Feel free to assume your character has seen it.

( C stands for 'confession,' 'contagion,' 'calumny,' and 'contrition!' )

Who| Joan Watson and Cecil Palmer
What| A meeting under false pretense
Where| A letter, then a public place
When| Arena week 5
Warnings/Notes| None yet.

( A letter delivered to Cecil Palmer by an Avox )

Who | Hsiang Jiao and Cecil Palmer
What | Cecil's been invited to dinner! This can only end well.
Where | Penny's place in the Capitol.
When | Early in the new Arena, just as the sickness is beginning to spread.
Warnings/Notes | ...general warning for Penny; will add specifics as relevant!

( [It's not safe out here] )

WHO| Cecil -- just the one from the Capitol, this time -- and Carlos
WHAT| The visitors are gone, but life marches on, and they have an appointment to keep
WHEN| The afternoon of the visitors' arrest, the day before the Arena
WHERE| Cecil's apartment
WARNINGS| Mentions of torture, slight body horror, more to be added

( but so far has not been good )

Who| Sabriel and you
What| Sabriel starts exploring the tower
Where| District 10, the training area, and the commons
When| After Sabriel's arrival
Warnings/Notes| Possible discussion of zombies and death.

(Option A: Initial arrival, Floor 10, Common Area and Roof)

They had taken away her bells and sword- well, it had been Touchstone's sword, but she'd been carrying it at the time. And then they had explained why they'd brought her here, and it had taken every last ounce of self control and memories of ettiquete classes with Miss Prionte to stop her from screaming at them and trying to blast them with a Charter Spell.

Instead, she'd given them a sharp, brittle smile and explained in a tone normally reserved for addressing lesser domestic servants. They hadn't been impressed, and so Sabriel found herself in a strange building, fear and shock and absolute, seething rage all shifting around inside her head.

Not willing to sit around and sulk, Sabriel explored the premises as best she could. She watched the peacekeepers and tributes and avoxes, quickly realized that the technology here was utterly beyond anything in Ancelstierre, and silently vowed to get to the bottom of what was going on. Then, she decided it was time to start asking questions.

"Excuse me, where is this place? I'm afraid I don't completely understand why I've been brought here." Sabriel's face and voice might be carefully neutral, but her hands were clenched into fists.

(Option B: Training Center)

Sabriel had entered the training center out of curiosity, and had stayed to investigate further.

She'd spent some time practicing with a training sword, getting a grasp of the weight and feel of the weapon- not exactly what she was used to, but it was easy enough to adjust to- but wound up spending most of her time watching other tributes and spending time at stations that taught about skills that weren't directly related to combat- recognizing plants, knot-tying and the like.

Occasionally, she'd approach another tribute or mentor- mostly asking about if one skill or another would actually be useful in the arena, and what she should watch out for.

(Option C: Common Area, a few days later)

They'd given her the bandolier back, but the bells inside were not her own. Sabriel frowned, running her fingers over the handles. The materials were right, but these were powerless copies- there was no magic, Charter or Free, within them.

Carefully, she set each of the bells on the table, in order from smallest to largest. Then she began to ring them.

At first, it was simple peals, just to test the sound. Then she upped the tempo, sounding two bells at once and sometimes tossing them into the air and catching them by the handle, just to get the right sound.

It was strangely soothing, and Sabriel felt some of the tension that had built up over the past few days fade as she focused only on the bells- hitting just the right note, creating just the right melodies and harmonies, and not thinking about death, or the arenas, or anything but the sound.