voice testing... /sob

[constantgrief]

Okay, sweetheart? You want me here? We're gonna have to make a deal then. I'll stay as long as you let me drink. I could care less what you do with me, not like I haven't already seen it. Just leave me and the whiskey.

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[constantgrief]

Eh, the girl's not gonna try to piss me off. 'Pparently, she's just trying to get my "voice" down.

[stillplaying]

And then?

[constantgrief]

Who knows, and who cares. Anything better than... yeah.

[stillplaying]

[She can't argue with that.]

Yeah.

[constantgrief]

You doing okay, sweetheart?

[stillplaying]

[She was doing fine. Until that most recent shift of events. Showing Rick Panem wasn't so bad. But having her memories altered was horrible.]

I should have put up more of a fight. About being sent to a game. But Rue was there.

[And she did exactly what she would've done if it was Prim going to a strange world alone.]

[constantgrief]

Put up a fight? What exactly you going through?

[stillplaying]

I was hijacked. [Said without much emotion.] The Gamemakers there changed our memories for a week.

[Frowning now.] I had an uncle.

[constantgrief]

Hijacked?

Whoa? You got yourself an uncle? Who's the lucky guy?