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you can hear the city talking like it doesn't care.

Who| Bucky Barnes and everyone else
What| An arrival and a lot of frustration.
Where| Floor 7 of the Training Center, the city circle, and the Rooftop.
When| Just about now.
Warnings/Notes| Nothing other than some references to violence.

His head is still pounding like it's out to get him.

It's his own fault. He wouldn't stop fighting the people who came to take him away from the gymnasium of the Training Center after his scoring. It wasn't that he had anything against them--it was just that he could see the Gamemakers right in front of him behind the force field, he could identify every place on their bodies he'd have to strike to take them down for good, and he didn't know when he'd get that opportunity again. He had to find a way to turn off the force field and get at them, right now. It shouldn't have been difficult, but his arm wasn't producing the EMP it usually could, and he couldn't find any other way of turning that damned force field off, and people kept coming at him to try to pull him away. In the end, he didn't want to actually kill those people--he figured they might be pawns as much as he was--so he couldn't fight all out, and they overpowered him. When he woke up, his head ached like an earthquake had hit it.

Bucky doesn't know if they deliberately hit him with something that would hurt afterwards or if it's an unhappy coincidence, but really, it's his own fault either way. It doesn't matter. He needs information, now.

[PROMPT ONE] He takes a few minutes to explore District 7's residential floor before leaving. It's good to know the weaknesses and strengths of where he's being kept--a prison just like the worst ones he's been in even if it's rolling in the lap of luxury. He grimaces at the secure windows, examines his surroundings for surveillance devices, growing more and more bitter all the while. By the time he finally stalks out of there--

[PROMPT TWO] --he might as well have a stormcloud over him, but somehow, when he walks out of the Central Commons into the Capitol proper, it's vanished, submerged into the same place he's hiding his headache. He seems practically relaxed as he wanders through the city circle and studies the Presidential Mansion nearby, his face all innocent appreciation. He's casing it out for weaknesses, of course, and finding none. But he keeps his frustration safely hidden.

[PROMPT THREE] He keeps his frustration safely hidden until he finally makes his way back into the Training Center, steps into the elevator, and punches buttons in exasperation without thinking about where he wants to go. He winds up on the Roof, staring at the beautiful garden around him; he walks through it in a near-daze, his head still aching. And finally, he stops in front of a statue and, without thinking once more, lashes out and punches it, left-handed.

The statue doesn't so much as chip, much less crack.

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And I'll blend up that rainbow above you

Who| Terezi Pyrope, OPEN!
What| Terezi is making it her job to "redecorate" the training area. After that arena, everyone could use a little more color. So she's putting it everywhere.
Where| Training area
When| About a week after the arena ended, timing can vary.
Warnings/Notes| Nothing yet!

( and shoot it through your veins )

Near the center of the area, she leaves some paints and chalk and a scrawled note on the floor in big bright letters.

It reads: "Help yourself."

[OOC note: There's one closed thread in the comments, but the post itself is open to anyone who wants to reply!]

( open ) off to the races

Who| OPEN.
What| The First Annual Panem Motorcycle Races and Festival kick off.
Where| The Capitol.
When| Friday - Sunday.
Warnings/Notes| For more information, check out the original post, or see the results and winnings post.

Starting Friday, the Capitol has pushed out onto the chill streets with hopes for entertainment and the thrill of races most of them have no personal stakes in. The races are spread out over the first few days, with whispers of a surprise happening on Sunday. Everyone's theorizing what it could be. It's the nature of crowds to indulge in curiosity on a massive, gossipy level, and the Citizens of the Capitol are no exception.

Aside from the races, people stopped by the ice skating rink sponsored by one of the museums from the last Arena, with a Mindy themed focus. There are ride-alongs: Capitolites make a donation to the Gamemaker's Foundation (or something, idk) in order to get a chance to ride along on a short loop track with a racer. They can make this donation and then dictate anyone be the tag-along, from themselves, to their children, to another Tribute/Mentor. Why? Because Shippers.

Set indoors, there's Bumpercycle Jousting. Minimal injury, maximum ridiculous.

And back on the street, there's festival foods, with businesses opening doors and inviting chilled citizens in to enjoy special foods and drink and merchandise suited to the season and post-Games festivities.

Each night finishes with a round of fireworks in the sky.

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Living inside the shell

Who| Mindy, open
What| The victor returns to the Capitol.
Where| Various Places
When| After being patched up
Warnings/Notes| Mindy, so foul language and descriptions of violence.

After the last few weeks, it was a breath of fresh air to be back in the Capitol. It was not something she would have easily admitted to herself, but at least here there was a sense of ease, knowing that she didn't have to be watching her back for death.

Mostly.

It was strange too. She almost felt alien, coming back here with the win. Death had at least made her an equal: now she was an object, to be striven for or hated or stared at or asked questions to. The crowing would come soon enough, she knew that, and what a pain that would be. Words to say,things to plan, and really, all she wanted was to make sure all her friends were all right. certain ones would hare her now, of course, but that was expected. She had, after all, let the games' nature affect her.

She was more than happy to be restored though: all the bleeding and the aching had taken a toll on her, and she was ready for aching she at least only inflicted on herself. There were several ways of going through with this.

1. The Training room. It was always Mindy's "go to" place, and even now there was no reason not to go. She was aware of the stares and the whispers, but she ignored these: after all, she'd come here last time after her defeat, why should her victory be any different? Mindy is hard at work on the treadmill, looking to see if she can increase her speed. There was a lot to think about, and this was the perfect way to NOT have to do that right now. Cut everyone out, hear some mindless music, run like the wind. Easy.

2. Eventually though, there's a place she needed to go: over to District 12, at the top tower to see Sandy. She hated, more than anything, to apologize or even explain herself unnecessarily but in this case it was needed. Sandy wasn't just some girl to her: she was one of the first friends she made, and after what she'd done, she needed to at least talk to her about it. The girl might not listen or care, but Mindy still needed to explain herself. She might run into anyone in District 12 though.

3. In her own tower, she made the unwise choice of attempting to sleep. After that, she thought a mushroom trip might have been more peaceful. Now she just had visions of the worse things in the Arena: beheading, throat slitting, bombs going off, and all of the dead looking at her as if she were the cause. It was pretty gory, and Mindy had awoken wide eyed and breathing hard. So anyone in the Tribute tower, especially in her District, can see the girl sitting in the room now, oversized shirt on, watching a replay of the games, almost glassy eyed.

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How to build a fire [OPEN]

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And there they brew a beer so brown;

Who | District 7 and YOU!
What | A proper dwarven party! AKA lots of food, alcohol, and noise.
When | Saturday evening, Week 7.
Where | District 7 Suites
Warnings | None atm. Will update if needed!
Notes | Kili will be trying to grab people from the elevator to join in, if you need a reason for your character to be there! Otherwise just hop in and tag around!

( the man in the moon himself came down one night to drink his fill. )

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lord have mercy

Who| Karkat and OPEN
What| After ~~nearly half a sweep~~ a year away, Karkat's back in the tribute tower. He's not happy about it.
Where| D1 suite, elsewhere in tribute tower, in the capitol itself
When| Week 6 and beyond
Warnings/Notes| I'll be putting up some prompts in the comments for the three locations, but otherwise feel free to make your own wildcard prompt! JSYK, Karkat has been revived a week or so after he died (roughly concurrent to when Kankri got resurrected from his) and looks roughly a year older than he was last time anybody saw him. As for warnings... there will be language, probably references to Karkat's death and a little bit of Homestuck spoilers.

( ain't it plain to see? )

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District Tours: Train Ride

Prior to their departure, the Tributes have to suffer a photoshoot, a few interviewers asking them a thousand questions about how excited they are, and more than a few members of their style teams asking the Tributes to bring back mementos. "Don't worry about quality, dears, we can get that all here - we want you to bring us souvenirs for the novelty of it!"

The day of the trip, Tributes are roused bright and early, well before sunrise, and driven in Peacekeeper vans to the train station. It's all rather dour, and not like the start of a vacation at all; if one didn't know what was going on, and if the Escorts and head Stylists weren't chattering excitedly, they might think they were being hauled off to a war zone.

The trains, on the other hand, are plush, fancy things, and there is one per District. There's a single blockaded car for cargo, another for maintenance, driving and Peacekeeping staff, and then several others which are open to the Tributes. A dinner car serves three meals and has small snacks available throughout the day. Another car is an entertainment center with a selection of Capitol-approved films, and a the last one is the Tributes' temporary room. It has a bunk bed for each with sheets that was a truly intense threadcount, and a single massage chair in the back. The Stylists, Mentors and Escorts sleep in the same car, although separated by a partition.

Unfortunately, all the Tributes have to share the sleeping quarters, and it's first-come, first-served.

For the most part, the trip is so smooth that the surface of a glass full of water would not be disturbed. The trips to the closer Districts are a little under a day, but the furthest Districts - 3, 4, 7, 8, 11 and 12 - take nearly 48 hours.

[OOC: For Tributes accepted during the District tours, you can assume they arrived before the departure so they can participate in the District festivities. During the train ride there is still network access. There will only be this post and the party post from the mods for this event, so players are encouraged to make their own of their characters exploring their surroundings and enjoying the Districts.]

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chopped up with a knife, hammered like a screw

Who| Willow and OPEN
What| New arrival fresh off the dimensional rift!
Where| D7 common room (for other D7ers) and then the Central Commons
When| a day or two before the tours start
Warnings/Notes| Probably talk about mental illness/insanity and possibly reflection on various and sundry gruesome events in her past. Also, burning couches.

( For fellow D7 people )

( Open to everyone )

Do not adjust your screen.

[Like before, the screen turns black, with green text appearing on it.]

I hear they're sending you all out to the Districts to play happy Tributes.

They will tell you all sorts of things while you're out there.

But remember...you all have died for us, and we are thankful. But there are lots of dead children, brothers and sisters from the years before. Aunts and Uncles never meet. Hell, probably a few mothers and fathers.

They don't exactly hand out birth control in the districts. They all know we'd just use it till there were no more of us.

So thankful, yeah. But pissed off too.

Not at you all. But there is too much pain to keep pretending everything is fixed by some magic trick of temporary death.

[A touch screen keyboard, something your devices previously didn't have, appears. The option is only available when you look at this message and its replies.]

((OOC- Replies can be anonymous or not, though ICly your character is going on the word of the post. Please post in your subject whether your comment is anon or not, and make separate threads if you have an anon and "logged in" reply. Also, although the rebellion may reply, this is more for characters to talk to each other under the guise of anon, or lack of it. You can reply to a logged-in comment anon, and vice versa; just clarify in the subject.))

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I Have Been Known to Surrender to Anything That Stands [Open]

WHO| Howard and open
WHAT| Howard returns to Capitol life. He's not very good at it.
WHERE| A small cafe in the Capitol.
WHEN| End of Week 6
WARNINGS| Mentions of starvation and a stress disorder.

( They will come back late, they will come back black, they will come back broken. )

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I'll be your harvester of light