#c:pluto

[chip-foster]

@plutodosimetre​

Chip had a soda in one hand and a coffee mug in the other as he entered the break room. He had a long stretch ahead of him in the coming couple days, and caffeine was necessary. “Y-You want some, too?” he asked as he started to set up a new pot to brew. “Sh-Shit goes fast on launch day.”

[allard-danbur]

Allard’s mother liked to think she was a gardener. She wasn’t, and all the hot lamps and fertilizer in District Thirteen couldn’t make it so. Still, with the recent fire in a food storage location, more District Thirteen residents were called on to try to “grow at home.” So when Allard’s mother sent him to get seeds, he only grumbled a response and then obeyed. Standing in the domed store, he’d forgotten how routine these exchanges were, of no one asking for more than they knew they could get. He saw surprised, and immediately elated, to see a face he recognized from recent balls. “Nothing like the Capitol, is it?”

[chip-foster]

Chip hated this. He felt awkward and even more out of place than usual. This was the largest crowd he’d been around in three months. Despite his wish to just hide in a corner with Olive until they could leave, he couldn’t help his appetite. “Uh...” Chip looked up an down a table he’d come up to, where there were rows and rows of punch bowls and poured out wine glasses and more. “I-Is th-there anything... not liquid?”

@plutodosimetre​

[surya-mirga]

@plutodosimetre​

“Oh!” Surya exclaimed when she turned and saw a figure she’d only known so far from a distance. The Gamemaker from Thirteen. “You’re a Gamemaker, correct? I’m surprised even one of you was let free on launch day.” 

[ashpinewidow]

Should I? Any Thoughts?