Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 7, 2015 9:59:00 GMT -6
Wren woke up early and decided to spend his morning studying some past games, since he mostly ignored them while back home. He figured the drinking group would be sleeping in and hungover, but he hoped to run into some other friends from last night.
Post by Sharlot Cuprick on Dec 7, 2015 12:16:46 GMT -6
Sharlot wandered into the Media Library early the next day. She wanted to get there to study up on the previous Hunger Games before the training center flooded with tributes. As she plopped down at a computer terminal, she noticed Wren at another terminal across the library had beaten her to it. When Wren looked up, Sharlot immediatly looked away. Ugh, what was she doing? She had to make up for yesterday's awkward exchange with Gwendolyn. Time to start over.
She booted up her computer and started typing. A blip sounded on Wren's computer and a message appeared on his screen:
"Hey Wren, I'm Sharlot. Sorry it's awkward to message you from across the room, but talking is somewhat difficult for me... Anyway, did you have a good time at the feast yesterday?"
Sharlot shyly looked over at him to see if he would reply.
Post by Eloise Sugarglider on Dec 7, 2015 13:52:41 GMT -6
Loise felt a dead weight pulling down on her from the inside. It might have been all the new foods she had tried last night, or the knowledge that soon she would be pitted against other children in a death match. If she lived through this, could she live with herself knowing she had killed another child just like herself? Another child stranded in the games just trying to get back home? Loise wandered out of her room trying to find a way to get out of her own head. There was work to be done.
She had woken early and had not slept well. She had what few clips she could remember from the previous games stuck on repeat in her head. Those who made it the farthest, those who won, what did they all have in common? Why couldn't she remember more of the previous tributes. She needed to study. She wanted to make it out of the first day of the games and back home. Home....
Loise found herself in the media library with two other tributes who obviously had the same idea. She remembered Wren from the night before, but didn't know much about Sharlot. She had gone to her room after dancing last night, instead of mingling more, which may have been a short-sighted decision, but she had always been better at meeting people in smaller groups. 'At least now I have time to get to know the tributes who are serious about their training' she though to herself.
"Mind if I join you? I'd like to watch some of the old clips and see if I can develop a strategy."
Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 7, 2015 14:25:10 GMT -6
Wren noticed Eloise just as he finished reading a message from Sharlot. Wow. I guess I did make enough of an impression last night. I didn't think anyone would remember me.
He typed a reply to Sharlot... "Hey Sharlot. No worries. I kinda noticed your...situation last night. Please don't think me rude for asking (I'm just a big fan of honesty) but are you an avox? And yeah, I did have a good time. I just knew I had to get to bed at some point. Are you having any luck with friends/alliances? I imagine not everyone is patient enough to really listen to you, which is a shame. You seem smart.
Wren pulled up a chair and patted the seat, indicating for Eloise to sit. "Sure thing. I haven't thought much about strategy yet myself, but I know I should be considering alliances. There's no doubt the bar club from last night is ahead on that aspect."
Allies? We can chat in my hotel room and invite others to plan, if you trust anyone else. I think I trust you..
Post by Eloise Sugarglider on Dec 7, 2015 14:57:21 GMT -6
That works for me. I haven't talked to too many people yet but Sharlot seems alright. I think you're right that some alliances have already been made but we can talk about that in private. What's the code?
Post by Millie Cartwright on Dec 7, 2015 15:17:20 GMT -6
Millie didn't exactly know if she was SUPPOSED to be at the training facility anymore but being a past victor the Capitol didn't care much where she wandered off to. Probably because of the constant attention she was sure the cameras hidden all over were giving her.
She walked past the library. There were memories both good and bad tied to this location and she had made it a ritual to visit her old nook after each game. However, this year she found herself visiting it before the games even startetd.
"This has got to be the year things change," she thought to herself with conviction, "...it just has to be..."
She was hoping to meet Wren here later tonight but she was having second thoughts. For all she knew he was a peacekeeper...
Poking her head in the room she noticed three tributes currently occupying the library. On further inspection she was surprised to see that it was the same three tributes she had been chatting with last night.
Deciding that this was fate or something like it she walked into the room, "Hey, fancy meeting all of you here again!"
Upon noticing that the three of them seemed to be watching the past Hunger Games like it was something to be studied and emulated she recoiled a bit inside but she regained her composure and tried o put on a winning smile.
Post by Millie Cartwright on Dec 7, 2015 15:45:06 GMT -6
Millie chuckled, "Yeah Agni is quite...proud of his time in the arena."
"Me, not so much," she continued and motioned to the screens, "I'm sure you've seen the way I spoke about them during my Hunger Game."
She considered the question at hand while sneaking in a quick wave to Wren. She still could not get a good read on this guy...
"My only advice," she said at last, "Is to surround yourself with the type of people that can say they don't want to be here while wearing a smile."
"There are people that want to be here and they'll kill you in a second to win, there are people that say they don't want to be here but don't smile try to see if you can change that, and there are people that smile...just smile and they'll be the ones that stab you in the back."
"But if you can find people that you can trust, that you can share some love with and aren't in it for the glory," she concluded, "hold on to those people."
"Just..." she added somberly, "just know that no matter how much you care about them you have to be prepared to lose them."
A flash of confidence came to her face, "But that doesn't mean to just roll over and stop fighting for a different outcome. I couldn't achieve it but history doesn't need to always repeat itself."
Post by Sharlot Cuprick on Dec 7, 2015 15:53:23 GMT -6
A crowd was already forming around Wren. Sharlot watched their conversation from across the room. She typed back to Wren.
"Yeah, I'm an Avox. Peacekeepers caught me and cut out my tongue three years ago when I hacked into the Capitol's security systems. It was a lot easier than you'd think... But yeah this lack of tongue thing is really making communication a challenge..."
"I haven't had any luck with alliances. Gwendolyn seems really nice, but she may have already moved on to more outgoing tributes. Maybe this is a bit forward of me, but I figure we don't have a whole lot of time: Would you want to work together in the Skill Training? It might be a good way to test out if we work well as a team."
Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 7, 2015 16:35:39 GMT -6
Wren overheard Millie and chimed in. "I dunno. Gwen seemed pretty thick in with those guys at the bar. They headed back to someone's room together. Sounded like they were up pretty late.
He read Sharlot's message and felt anger boiling in his veins. This was exactly why he didn't pay much attention to the games in the past. He felt much more comfortable with cutting down trees and plants than harming anything with a heartbeat.
Fuck the capitol. Fuck peacekeepers. Fuck these games. Let's stick together as long as we can, yeah?
Wren typed back to Sharlot. "Eloise and I have been spending time training, individually. Maybe a tactics or puzzle related course would help with teamwork? Everyone would be watching, though. So you'd just have to be okay with them seeing your grouping and performance."
Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 7, 2015 16:56:28 GMT -6
Wren turned to Eloise, who had been quiet for a while. "I hope this doesn't offend you, since you're my age, but there's just something about you that reminds me a bit of my sister, Egret." That's probably why he was so quick to trust her, over other louder tributes.
He listened to Millie's advice. "That's true. I've just had a rough time in Seven with being bullied so I'm sorta reluctant to trust big, burly guys or loud people I guess. They made fun of me for hanging around with my sister. They'd say I liked to dress like a girl since one day I picked up a new dress for her, for her birthday. And because I'm the smallest lumberjack...But I'll do my best to talk to them all and give everyone a chance."
He glanced over at Sharlot, realizing he could just go talk to her, but she seemed more comfortable with him adapting to her mode of communication. If Wren was going to put trust in her, it was important to him that she feel comfortable with him as well. He had trusted his classmates once, but that was apparently a one-way trust.
Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 7, 2015 17:02:42 GMT -6
Wren considered Sharlot's communication abilities in the Games...it would be difficult for her to give orders or request anything. He typed another reply, "Do you use any form of sign language? Or do you mainly just gesture? If we're going to work together at any point, that would be something for us all to consider.
Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 7, 2015 17:14:40 GMT -6
"Well...I mean, you'd expect a lumberjack to have huge arms and a beard, right?" Wren chuckled as he knew he didn't fit the stereotype. He mainly just climbed adjacent trees and made sure there was a clear place for the target tree to fall, free of people and wildlife.
We were actually wondering about a more secret place to chat. Eloise & I weren't sure if we were supposed to just use the hotel rooms for planning or if we could ask Vester for an alliance room, since my district-mate has been MIA and I'm not sure I can trust her. I'd love any help you're willing to give.
Post by Sharlot Cuprick on Dec 7, 2015 17:50:27 GMT -6
"Sharlot! So nice to hear your voice at last!"
Hear my voice? Sharlot thought, then realized Wren's computer must have been on dictate mode. Her face flushed. There really was no place for a private conversation here.
Suddenly she was embraced by Millie. Everyone here was so... touchy. It was weird, but kinda nice. Sharlot smiled and hugged her back.
An IM popped up on her screen.
"Do you use any form of sign language? Or do you mainly just gesture? If we're going to work together at any point, that would be something for us all to consider."
Sharlot typed back, "I don't do well with sign language. Haven't needed it with my lack of personal interaction... But I'm REALLY good at charades and have very legible handwriting!" She hoped that would be slightly encouraging.
Cal Mensen: I believe you edit the post. You can either rewhisper to everyone (too much work), or copy and paste the whispers into public text. I'd imagine you'd want to give some sort of symbol or notation that they were once whispers.
Jan 23, 2016 17:42:35 GMT -6
Holly Edison: Just copy it before you go to edit...sometimes it disappears
Jan 23, 2016 18:37:20 GMT -6
Wren Hartwood: I hope everyone enjoys my amazing but wasted bird ending lol
Jan 24, 2016 10:16:08 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: It was pretty great, I could see it having been carried out as part of Wren's mind breaking, like a delusion only he could see
Jan 24, 2016 13:38:18 GMT -6
Holly Edison: READ ALL THE THINGS
Jan 24, 2016 14:06:01 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: Archive binge!
Jan 24, 2016 15:47:17 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: I think reading all the other Day 9 locations hit me harder than the finale. Fuck...
Jan 24, 2016 17:38:46 GMT -6
Eloise Sugarglider: Anyones in particular, i havent madr it to binging yet.
Jan 24, 2016 18:17:59 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: Yours... Watchtower... Market...
Jan 24, 2016 18:47:49 GMT -6
Gwendolyn Fisk: Wallace, I loved your Day 9.
Jan 26, 2016 16:56:35 GMT -6
Wallace Barker: Thank you! I loved reading everything that happened with everyone :3 SUUUUUPER depressing.
Jan 26, 2016 17:36:51 GMT -6
Holly Edison: I miss this game.
Oct 25, 2018 12:51:36 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: Same here, part of me wants to allocate some time aside to building a new one in a different setting. It'd be easier to devote time to if there's a shard interest.
Nov 26, 2018 10:38:10 GMT -6