WHO| Bayard and open!
WHAT Bayard adjusts to the modern day.
WHEN| Before and after the Crowning.
WHERE| Throughout the Tribute Center.
WARNINGS| There may be period-specific racism since Bayard's from 1863. Please let me know which prompt you're using!

( Bound to be a better man. )

Who| Sam Wilson, Samwise Gamgee, and OPEN
What| two times the Sam and delicious food
Where| in the kitchens, south wing common area
When| After the arena
Warnings/Notes| None for now, will update if needed!

Usually, Sam just cooks in District Five’s kitchen. But he’s been doing that kind of a lot these days, and he doesn’t want to monopolize it for the amount of time what he’s got in mind is going to take. So today, he heads down to the bigger kitchens in the lower levels of the tower, trying not to think about how the last time he was down there, it was with Jet, helping him learn how to cook for Albert.

Soon as he gets there, though, he sees that someone else already had the same idea. For a moment, Sam considers backing out, leaving the guy to do his thing - but nah, he wants to cook, and the guy looks like he knows what he’s doing.

So Sam asks if he can help, and before long they’re working together, swapping prep tips and recipes and filling the kitchens all kinds of fantastic smells.

When they’ve got more food than probably either of them know what to do with, it only makes sense to share it with the rest of the Tributes. They set up in one of the banquet areas in the south wing of the central common area. It’s a pretty tempting spread, and hopefully the scent of all that good food will draw people in.

If not, Sam isn’t shy about waving people over.


[If you want a particular Sam or want to thread with both of them, feel free to specify!]

Who | Sam Gamgee; Arya Stark; Dorian; Thorin; Aragorn
What | Sam's not in the best of places following his sad, dramatic space-death, and experiencing a sad lack of Frodo. He's working on distracting himself.
Where | AROUND? ABOUT? PLACES. AYYYY.
When | An unspecified number of days following the Arena.
Warnings | Potential discussion of Arena death; otherwise, will add as needed!

( A List Of Places To Find A Hobbit )

Who | Samwise and Signless
What | PO. TA. TOES.
Where | District 12 kitchens
When | A few days after Sam's arrival; a few days before the Arena.
Warnings | None expected; will update if needed!

It's been a strange few days, and no mistake. The whole place, this whole country of Panem, is easier to bear since Sam found Frodo and Bilbo, and the rest; but he can't be with them every minute of the day with the curfew going, and there's plenty of hours he's left alone in the District 12 suites, feeling little less lost than he did his first hour here.

But there's something here as he hasn't seen since he left the Shire, and that's a kitchen. A proper kitchen, with a stove and an oven and a sink and a pantry and all; more than a proper kitchen, even, as Sam's got no idea what half the devices in it are meant to do, or what they could do that the things he recognizes can't. It's a means of keeping occupied, after hours - not just using it, but figuring out how to use it, one oddity at a time (and with the help of a sturdy box on which to stand).

Still: Enough things remain the same. There are bowls and pots and pans aplenty, and it takes only a politely-worded request to one of the silent servants ever hanging about the place to get the stove on, if not functioning quite as Sam would like it. He's still not sure to whom he's meant to go if it's specific things he wants, but inside the-- the icebox, he supposes it is, more or less, there's a drawer full of vegetables, firm and fresh; and among them, all the roots a body could wish for.

"I wish I knew where it came from, I do," he tells one of the lower cabinets as he puts his head into it, seeking for a pot he won't need two hands just to get up off the stovetop. "I've not seen any market in this place yet - and it's hardly the season for tomatoes, yet here they are, and sweet, too! They'll fry nice enough, I'll wager-- but it hardly seems natural, does it, to have a year's harvest all in one place, and not a farm in twenty leagues."

If he finds it odd to be talking to nobody but himself, he doesn't seem to notice; he's focused on his work as he talks, hefting a pan up onto the stovetop and beginning with deft movements to separate out the vegetables on the counter next to him.

WHO| Sam Gamgee and YOU
WHAT| Another goddamn crying hobbit in the Capitol
WHERE| The District 12 suites; the Tribute common area; anywhere else, if you'd prefer!
WHEN| Throughout the day of his arrival
WARNINGS| Will update as needed, but none expected!

( and +1 to Constitution )