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Post by Farathil Liadon on Mar 26, 2020 7:35:09 GMT -6
Next door to the banquet hall is a meeting room with a sign reading "Private Meeting." Without being too obvious, you try to listen through the door. You hear some executives discussing the state of the arena. You hear things like, "can't push the deadline further..." and "needs more testing..."
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Post by Minnie Derva on Mar 26, 2020 8:10:41 GMT -6
Minnie had made her way out of the banquet, still holding a plate up to her face as she scarfed down some kind of biscuit/croissant hybrid filled with buttery cheese.
The pastry was so good she nearly missed hearing the hushed secretive voices coming from the door marked for a private meeting. She looked blankly at the door still chewing before parking her butt down right next to it.
"Shouldn't put a fuckin private meeting next to the big party if it was so fuckin private" she half mumbled to herself as she listened in as much as she could. She was blatant about it, and pressed her ear up to the door, mouth still full of cheesy bread.
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Post by Clementine Abbot on Mar 26, 2020 8:23:00 GMT -6
Clem noticed the tribute pressing her ear against the door, and couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
"Learning all their little secrets on how they're going to torture us this year? Is this year's arena on the moon and there's only one oxygen tank? There's no way you can prepare for these stupid things. It's all luck... or fate or something."
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Post by Minnie Derva on Mar 26, 2020 8:34:37 GMT -6
The hairs on the back of Minnie's neck stood on end before she heard the girl speak behind her. She turned her face from the door and looked Clem up and down.
"Why don't you take a listen for yourself?" She offered her the door.
"You're right though. No preparing." She grunted before shoving the last cheesybiscroissant into her face whole. "All... We can do..." She struggled to speak through the rolling bread in her mouth "is help ourselves" she swallowed hard and her face went deadpan again, her hand still gesturing to the door.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2020 9:09:25 GMT -6
Carac was not accustomed to so being around so many people at once. He walked out of the banquet hall trying to collect his thoughts. As the thought crept into the recess of his mind that soon all of these people would be dead he noticed to ladies huddled around a door. He couldn't see what was written on the sign but could tell they were trying to hear what was going on inside.
"Tributes or something more interesting." Both woman turned to him. Carac put his hands up defensively. "No judgement here."
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Post by Vester Lombard on Mar 26, 2020 11:16:55 GMT -6
Just then the door opened and Vester stormed out of the meeting room.
"Hey, come back!" one of the executives called after the young intern. "You've got a lot to learn yet, kid. The Capitol wasn't built in a day! We need to finish up here!"
"Oh trust me, you're all finished here," Vester muttered to himself and headed off down the hall.
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Post by Carac Ashdown on Mar 26, 2020 12:15:19 GMT -6
Carac was befuddled by what had unfurled before him. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on here. Having been called for the games again he was already 'finished', no need to get invovled. He headed back to the main room to see if any of the tributes were still there.
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Post by Olivier L'angel on Mar 26, 2020 16:03:40 GMT -6
Olly just walked in the door of the banquet when he sees a girl leaning up against a door and another standing a few feet away looking just as puzzeld as he felt, before he could make it over to see what was happening the door flung open and the game maker came storming out not even noticing the girls or the big wood-chucker-looking guy next to them. Shrugging his shoulders all Olly could think was "well, here we go again"...
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