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PICK YOUR POISON
PIC PROMPTS / TFLN / RANDOM SCENARIO
HAN SOLO velocities	BETTY MCRAE bombsheller	RIVER TAM subsulcus	RIVER TAM (AU) comprehender
SIMON TAM vest	BRIA THAREN exulted	NADINE CROSS bridaled	GU JUN-PYO toddler
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Comments

[phykios]

They make it to the Capitol, and, if anything, time starts moving even faster than before. Percy and Bianca di Angelo meet their stylists, their prep teams, get cleaned up and sent out for opening ceremonies. They train, meet the others, and get scored. And now it's night, and the promised evening of interviews is soon.

Percy says, "Figured out your angle?"

He's been quieter since they got to the Capitol. Though not quiet, which is a distinction; he still makes plenty of stupid comments, some for Bianca's benefit to make her laugh, sometimes just to lighten the mood, and some -- too many -- directed at fellow tributes he hates already. Tributes aren't allowed to fight before the Games start, but it has been a test. It's not really satisfying, though. He knows who he's really angry at, and those people are both nearer and farther out of reach than ever.

[steerclear]

Jessica notices the change. Observes what she can, and when he's in training she goes and sees Trish. Meets with her and (ugh) Dorothy, plans meetings with sponsors. She even agrees to wear something one of the stylists have picked out for her when going to those meetings instead of fighting tooth and nail to stay in her own clothes.

Now, though, everything is tense. It always is at this point, like a constant electric thrum coursing through the air as time runs out second by second. In the past, it was always full of dread, knowing she was just that much closer to seeing her tribute die.

She's sitting on the couch, eating food that she is sure the stylists and the avoxes would prefer she eat at a table, and is almost comfortable enough to be confident. Almost. There is still the nagging feeling that even now, she can't save him.

"You're a good kid. You pick fights to protect people. They'll eat it up."