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Post by Seryna on May 12, 2013 15:48:24 GMT -5
Jan recieved a hand delivered note from an Avox. The message was short:
Meet me at my apartment.
The mentors had lavishly apointed rooms in the opposite wing of the tributes' apartments. Returning to the apartment, Jan would hear a loud noise. The sound of rushing water. Lyme stood at the door and beckoned him within.
Once inside the apartment, Jan notices that Lyme has turned the bedroom television to a woodland waterfall. The sound is quite loud inside the apartment, to the point where he had to raise his voice to be heard.
"Hello, Jan. I know Ember goes in tonight; so I thought we should watch the Games in privacy. At least the first few moments."
Lyme took a seat in the livingroom and tapped a piece of paper on the coffee table.
The first words were:
Jan, don't say this ALOUD.A source has given me a bit of transcript from the Game Makers discussing this years Games. They seem to enjoy the large alliances. They say some liked the day of peace last year, and maybe they'll like seeing the kids socialize and be kids. They larger alliances have the same problems - water and food shortages, the environmental changes and the added drama of electing and following a leader.
BUT - they specifically mentioned two locales. A ship - with gear for a smaller alliance that they had expected, gear for no more than four tributes.
and the 'Caverns'. These caverns seem dangerous. They mentioned that the first one has a lock on it that only opens after a specific event - and that the event is 'a guaranteed crowd pleaser for Mel'.
Lyme handed Jan a pencil.
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Post by QuinnTalon on May 16, 2013 13:10:18 GMT -5
Because of course, they'd have listening devices pretty much everywhere. If he didn't know how utterly paranoid the Capitol denizens were--or at least, the smart ones who weren't too busy with decadence--he'd be really surprised. Jan knew why everything was so loud in here. If there were listening devices? There'd be no picking up what was going on and what was being talked about. Because he and Lyme weren't 'talking'. The note was read, and he let his eyes flicker up at the screen for just a moment. Ember was on her way into the Arena as they spoke, and he hated it. Hated that his soul mate and his best friend were both going to be in that hell again. He'd been told from the beginning that even if District 9 won the right to go into the Arena, that Jan would likely not be going. For whatever reason, Lyme didn't want him in there ever again. He wasn't going to argue, because he didn't much want to go in either. Did they say what was in the cavern? And Mel? He's the bloodthirsty one who didn't much like me last year, right? Which meant that it was something bloody and dangerous. The Career Alliance has rallied around Riven, and our kids' alliance has rallied around Caleb. So electing a leader is all said and done. I want to send Isaac some leg bracers and something for Psyche, and could send a note in that--maybe for Rory. And... He had to stop when Caleb went down on one knee and asked Liv to marry him. Now that was a way to get the attention of the Gamemakers, and he couldn't keep the half-smirk off his face. On some level, he was proud of the kid. And on some level, he was happy that they were taking his advice and making this romance something vastly different from what had been seen before. Who do you want me to talk to?
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Post by Seryna on May 16, 2013 14:40:57 GMT -5
No, the caverns weren't discussed much. Lyme wrote, showing him that first before she continued to write.
Yes, Mel is the Career lover. He always supports them and he has deep pockets. I know that old Hiriam is going to sway him to support twelve, now that they're with the careers. Its a gamble.
Lyme frowned and thought a minute before writing her last entry.
Who do you think you could talk to? Psyche and Isaac haven't done anything new since I did the rounds this afternoon. They'll be on camera supporting Caleb, at least. They have 500 credits apiece, so you can afford the bracers for Isaac. Psyche could use armor too. She's combative. She doesn't seem to see she's the smallest and the youngest there.
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Post by QuinnTalon on May 16, 2013 14:51:29 GMT -5
Jan considered for a moment. Who could he talk to? He could charm money out of sponsors, but the best way to get it would be to have them illustrate why they were the Tributes people wanted to see. They can't keep riding Caleb and Liv's coattails. They need sponsors, and they need them on their terms. District 9 has done well the past two years. We need to remind people of why we have done so well. Because we're resourceful.
I'll send them the armor. See if I can't get a note to them as well. They need to make their own mark. As soon as either of them do something noteworthy, I'll get to selling them to sponsors. Don't fret too much about Mel.
Not everyone is that bloodthirsty. I'll work my magic. [/i] The note is passed to Lyme.
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Post by Seryna on May 16, 2013 14:56:35 GMT -5
Lyme read the note and nodded, pleased.
"Oh, there she goes." She remarks idly, not glancing at the screen. "Wonder what people will think of that."
They were supposed to be watching the Games, yet Lyme was more interested in this plotting.
Yes, they do. I think they did well at the Bath. They showed that they weren't afraid. Yet Caleb and Olivia have plenty of friends.
They need to be more. Should they investigate what the careers left at the horn? Take responsibility for searching the ship? Theres something that they can do. Maybe separate from the pack for a brief time. We need to make sure we don't advise that before the careers wish to attack
Lyme paused to glance at the screen and showed Jan the paper. She watched as the careers assigned watches.
They don't have enough warm spaces. Most of our alliance has warm clothes and a fire. Half of them have tents. Maybe that an idea, send them a tent.
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Post by QuinnTalon on May 16, 2013 15:20:41 GMT -5
He looked up at the screen for a moment and smirked. That was his girl. The nicknames. He'd start taking bets on what she was going to call people. Everyone had a nickname. Hell...even he had one. I'll send them the Pack with the tent, an extra jacket, and the leg bracers for Isaac. I'll leave the note open to interpretation. Jan considered for a moment, and then nodded to himself. He'd have to get this done, and do it right. No one was going to say he was bad at his job. And no one was going to say he gave up on them. On any of them. For Isaac (The Bracers): 'I told you they would go for your legs.--Jan. For Psyche (The Jacket): 'Stay Warm, Little One.'--Jan For the Both (The Pack): 'Show them what the Community is made of.' --Jan [/i]
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