on an upcoming possible app at luceti

[stillplaying]

Are you really that much of an idiot?

[She scowls, glowering at her Gamemaker the best she can. The stupid girl who takes far too much pleasure in these games, in subjecting her to them. Of all the preposterous ideas, of all the stupid thoughts to ever cross this girl's mind, this one has to be the worst.]

No. Just no. Stop even thinking about it. I don't want a roommate. I don't want one at all. I'm fine alone. I prefer being alone.

Effie Trinket is a grown woman. And I don't owe her anything. So stop it. Stop thinking of your own entertainment and amusement.

She shouldn't even be coming to Luceti in the first place.

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[fortherefreshments]

That should be entertaining.

[ More so as an observer rather than a participant, he figures. ]

[stillplaying]

[Of course he'd think that. Haymitch, who never at all cared about what those around him did. How they survived. It was for the best that he was gone from Luceti. Another person for her to reluctantly care about, to look out for.

But unlike Effie, Haymitch knew how to survive. In any draft or mission, he'd be an asset rather than dead weight.]

You would think that.

[fortherefreshments]

Don't be so quick to judge. I'm sure there's a few lessons you can take away if she does turn up.

Maybe she'll show you how to dye your wings.

[stillplaying]

[Her grey eyes widen and she stares at him, utterly speechless for a good moment or two.

Lessons from Effie. Lessons that would be worthwhile. In Luceti. Where those whom respect she actually values don't care much about her manners at all.

But that's not the worst of it.]

Why would I want to dye my wings?

[fortherefreshments]

[ Humor. So under-appreciated with this one. ]

It might break your habit of complaining.

[trinkett]

Katniss Everdeen, my goodness. You need Haymitch; it doesn't mean you have to listen to him about wing-dyeing. We will NOT be dyeing wings.

[The hair? The hair might get dyed. Or, even better: wigs.]

[stillplaying]

[Do the Malnosso even stock hair dye in their stores? She doesn't know. It's not something she ever stopped to look for. Then again, with the exception of the brief time she and Peeta had, well... needed certain products, she didn't spend any time in the pharmacy section.

No, she doesn't know. Doesn't care to know.

Mostly, she's shocked that she might actually agree with Effie on something.]

I don't need Haymitch. I don't need any of you there.

[trinkett]

[This is the girl who is about to enter the Arena. Effie smiles.]

You're not on your own yet, my dear girl! A matter of hours, perhaps, but not yet.

[shenevermisses]

There's not really anyone who should be coming to this place.

[stillplaying]

[She nods in agreement. Another person she shouldn't agree with so easily. But at least Clove understands where she's coming from. At least Clove won't talk about something as inane as hair dye.]

No one. No matter what these Gamemakers think.

[shenevermisses]

[Only if she feels the need to play the Capitol persona again. Which was abandoned quickly in Luceti and has stayed abandoned.]

They're awful. At least there's room. And supplies.

[And it's not a fight to the death.

Yet.]

[stillplaying]

[Her eyes narrow. There is room. And supplies. But it is what's not said that really catches her attention.

They don't have to kill each other in Luceti. Even if that had already happened.]

Room and supplies doesn't make it better.

[shenevermisses]

For those of us already there? It does.

I don't want to see anyone else get dragged in, but we're already stuck there. For now? It's better than we've had before.