WHO| Wyatt, Maximus, and Elias
WHAT| The Rebellion's about to get 1000% more awesome.
WHERE| District Three suites, then the Speakeasy, one of the secret, private rooms.
WHEN| Last night of the races.
Notes/Warnings| None.

( To count the reasons why I fought. )

WHO| Wyatt and Semi-OTA (Open physically to anyone with him in District 10, with some preset threads for Howard and Max in the comments.)
WHAT| Bb gets with the times.
WHERE| District 10
WHEN| A day or two after arriving in the Districts.
Warnings/Notes| Some mild swearing perhaps? Edit: Two clueless gents flirting over the skype equivalent below. You are warned. Edit edit: It went a bit beyond flirting. Gird yourself.

( Tell him that I miss our little talks. )

Who| De, Lottie, Elias, Effie and open!
What| Choose your own adventure! Each character is cruising around the city.
Where| Around the Capitol. Check each character for details.
When| Over the course of the week.
Warnings/Notes| Just lemme know who, and if relevant where and when in the subject.

( If you chose De Winchester, the demon hunter, turn to page 29 )

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( If you chose Lottie LaBouff, the wanna be princess, turn to page 22 )

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( If you chose Effie Trinket, the uptight escort, turn to page 12 )

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( If you chose Elias Nehemiah, the damaged mentor, turn to page 10 )

WHO| Open
WHAT| Night life at the Speakeasy
WHEN| Evenings this week
WHERE| The Speakeasy
WARNINGS/NOTES| Feel free to use this party post style, or however you like if you would like to set any threads here.

The speakeasy was a classy joint. Wood panels, and soft velvet, and usually some kinda of live music, something mellow and easy to relax to. It was big, with low ceilings and with many back rooms, some easy to access, others less so. Easy to get lost in. And it gave off an air of class, of comfort, and being a part of something a little different from the rest. The kinda place where everybody knew your name, and everybody knew to be discreet about it.

It was the perfect place to grab a drink, sit, talk, and relax. No one over heard you, no one got in your business, but everyone was glad to talk if you wanted to find a friendly face. The owner, Conscientia, made her round every now and then, saying hello to her regulars, welcoming those who were new.

WHO | Ariadne, Elias, and any of the other mentors who want to jump in
WHAT | watching the Games
WHEN | a few nights into the Arena
WHERE | the mentors' green room
WARNINGS / NOTES | none right now; will update as necessary

Ariadne found very quickly that she didn't really enjoy the Games much more outside of the Arena. Of course, at least out here, she could put herself to some use. Getting the odd sponsor gift for some of her more preferred Tributes, those she wanted to go far, and generally ignoring the rest of them.

At that particular moment, she was only paying just enough attention to know exactly what was happening; her other eye was on the rest of the room, keeping watch over the other mentors.

WHO| Everyone
WHAT| Backstage for a round of interviews with the one and only Caesar Flickerman
WHEN| The closing ceremonies of Arena 02.
WHERE| A stage set up in one of the ballrooms of the Training Center
WARNINGS/NOTES| Find a setting in the threads below to tag into! A post will be made later for the actual interviews themselves.

It was clear the Capitol was nervous.

After the accidental trigger of the pod last celebration, this round the Capitol was "treating" the audience to one on one interviews with all the Tributes. A treat meant to keep everyone tucked at home for viewing parties.

The south wing of the Training Center had been made into a high security studio, light flooding one of the large ballrooms, while the tributes themselves were shuffled into dressing rooms and primped by their stylists, prepared to go on stage by their mentors, and generally left to wait their turn.

WHO| EVERYONE!
WHAT| A party. A big one. 1 is cheering Max on and going all out.
WHEN| The day before the end of the Games.
WHERE| All the open banquet rooms in the Training center.
NOTE| Party post tag in.

The acid rain theme was still going strong.

In the main banquet hall a light rain feel over the whole room. Tents and awning were set up all over, and each guest was given a clear umbrella, the handle and ribs lighting up a rainbow of colors.

Light caught the rain, turning it colors as it fell, and huge ice sculptures dotted the rooms, "dissolving" as the way ran over them. District 1 had decided, at least, to aim for abstract sculptures, feeling replicas of the tributes might go a bit too far.

The food was, as always, extravagant and over the top. Blues and greens, fruits, juices, and succulent seafood's.

And, as always, everyone who was anyone was there.

WHO| Any Victors, and every tribute as they are removed from the arena.
WHAT| The Capitol would like to pick your brain.
WHEN| Each person is approached separately, so you can specify when and where they came from.
WHERE| A government office building
WARNING/NOTES| This is mandatory IC. If for some reason OOC you cannot tag in (hiatus, etc) talk to a mod and we can handwave thing.

Much like the Victors who were currently missing, each victor or tribute was approached by a pair in sleek, all black suits, with friendly smiles, who none the less were quite firm in leading their targets away.

It was, from there, a short trip to a very nondescript looking Capitol building, in cars so heavily tinted it would be hard even for those familiar with the city to know where they ended up. From there they are lead to an elevator, which goes down, deep, and out into a white hall way. The first door slid open to a room, as blank as everything else, where a small, slightly pudgy woman with blood red a-line hair gave a wide smile.

"Please, have a seat!"

WHO| Elias and Wyatt
WHAT| After Wyatt awakes
WHEN| A day after the cornucopia
WHERE| District 10's floor in the Tribute center, Wyatt's room.
WARNING/NOTES| Maybe violence and strong language?

Elias didn't know Wyatt well, but he harbored nothing against the man. He hadn't really gotten a chance to talk with him, to actually mentor him much before than man was swept off into the arena.

So he was looking forward to getting some long term, one on one training with him. And hoping they'd let him stay around longer than Amy. He did look significantly less like the Girl on Fire.

But when he had heard, in harsh, warning whispers about Wyatt's outburst, his hope sank a little. They were still on thin ice.

He sat by Wyatt's bed, lips pressed flat, waiting for him to wake. His other Tribute was as safe as he was gonna be right now, and this was far more pressing.

Who: All mentors! And Avoxes alike.
What: The Hunger Games has started so it's time to watch. and hope your tributes listened
Where: The Greenroom
When: The start of Arena 2

( Just a little bit dangerous )