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Sorry. I have today’s report ready for you, ma’am.
All good news, I hope?
I can see you standing there, you may as well come in.
Claire Underwood in Every Episode → Chapter 4
"We can’t start this again. When I end something, I end it."
Text: Savera [☢]
Falco: you have to get me out of here
Falco: please
Falco: i have information
Falco: just
Falco: get me out
Falco: i don't want to be a spy anymore i just want to go home
Falco: president greenlaw i have so much valuable information already just
Falco: please
Falco: get me out please
A Talk - Falco & Savera {Flashback}
"You want me to go to Thirteen," he said as he sat down, crossing his legs in the chair. Well. At least he hoped that’s what this was about. God, he’d look like a damn fool if it wasn’t.
"You're a smart man." She wanted -- no, needed to infiltrate Thirteen. She had no doubt that they had rats within her streets and she needed to return the favor. "Do you think you're up to it?"
A Talk - Falco & Savera
He’d never been called to meet with the President. Never in his life. He’d never even met a president. Of anything, much less of Panem. However, he had a feeling he knew what this talk was going to be about. He wanted to go to Thirteen to spy. To ruin them. She was the one to talk to, though he hardly even tried to get in touch with her. We’ll contact you, someone told him.
"You wanted to see me, ma’am?"
Leaning back in her chair, Savera watched the Falco enter the room and eyed him carefully. 'You wanted to see me, ma'am?' The hijacking was still effective, that much was obvious -- perfect for what she needed from him. With a small, forced smile, she nodded towards a seat as she leaned forward, her elbows now resting on the edge of her desk.
"I did. I'm sure you already know what you're here for. Don't you, Mr. Adler?"
Are you just going to stand there?
Sounds like things are getting tight for you.
More than tight, but that's none of your business.
Is there a reason you came to see me?
Are you just going to stand there?
Point taken. Well. I assume the war over Panem is going well?
Oh, just fantastic.
Are you just going to stand there?
I wasn’t sure you would welcome me in.
If you weren't welcome, I can assure you, you wouldn't have made it to my office door, Mr. Fischer.
Are you just going to stand there?
Or are you going to come in?
PSA - Titus & Savera
This was it. The announcement that Panem had all been waiting for. And he was the one to announce it. Titus waved and forced one of his charming smiles to woo the crowd.
“Good evening! As you all know, this year will be the seventy-fifth anniversary of the Hunger Games, and that means it’s time for our third Quarter Quell!”
He paused for the cheering. It made him sick. Then he began to talk about the Dark Days, and the laws that had been laid out for the Hunger Games, and blah blah blah. He had the speech down to a T.
“On the twenty-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that their children were dying because fo their choise to initiate violence, every district was made to hold an election and vote on the tributes who would represent it.
“On the fiftieth anniversary, as a reminder that two rebels died for each Capitol citizen, every district was required to send twice as many tributes.
“This year, as we honour our third Quarter Quell, we’ve put a little twist onto the Arena. This time, there will be three of them. Each devised to capture three flags. Those who get the flags, get out of the Arenas early, and after that— the rest have twenty-four hours to duel it out.
“President Greenlaw, have you anything to add?” He asked, turning to her because he knew there was something she was supposed to say, but he didn’t know what.
As Savera listened to Titus speak, she couldn't help but find herself more concerned with the reaction of the crowd. They all looked so cheerful -- the victors in particular. A few of them looked slightly disturbed at the thought of another Quarter Quell, while others looked relieved at the aspect that it simply wasn't them. Despite how they were feeling, over the course of a few seconds, it would all change entirely.
Soon, the attention was shifted onto her and a smile curved across her features.The blonde nodded, stepping forward to speak into the microphone.
"As Mr. Edenthaw stated just a few moments ago, we're here to announce the Third Quarter Quell. However, there were a few details that he left out; details that are going to be essential in order to make this year's games the best they've ever been."
She paused for a moment, clasping her hands together over her abdomen before speaking once again. "My Cabinet and I have been hard at work, trying to think up an idea that would give the Quarter Quell a little extra spark. What we've come up with will, in my opinion, change the games forever."
"Instead of selecting new tributes, we've decided that instead, we will be sending the current victors in their place. It's rather exciting, isn't it? Training sessions will begin tomorrow morning. While participation in the sessions is not mandatory, keep in mind that while you may not wish to join in, your fellow victors will, and that may mean the difference between life and death. Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor," she finished, turning on her heel to exit the stage with a wicked smile.
It's time for Sunday Family time!
Don’t sound too put out about it. You’ve been working too hard and you need a break. I thought I could make you some dinner.
You're not trying to poison me, are you?
It's time for Sunday Family time!
It’s okay, I scheduled it in with your personal assistant so you didn’t have to agree to it.
Mm, lovely! And just how will we be spending this family time?
It's time for Sunday Family time!
I don't recall agreeing to this.
Behave, children.
Yeah, sweetheart, you mind pouring me a drink?
My pleasure.
Behave, children.
Can I help you, Abernathy?
Behave, children.