#circ

[northwxrds]

i'm not nonchalant i sent her 9 messages in a row

[moreespressoformydepresso]

Slowly inching back into the TBOSAS fixation (I blame the fever) so in honor of that and my return to the Star Wars fandom my brain decided that it’s time to have a TBOSAS Star Wars AU

The mentors are all rich senators, the tributes are normal everyday people those senators run into on occasion, and every single mentor gets a real nice dose of a reality check from those tributes!

Imagine the Covey performing for a senate gala or something, really playing into their role as entertainment, but as soon as the curtains close they want nothing to do with the senators. Coriolanus tries to flirt with Lucy Gray and she flirts back, but when she sees his red flags she runs like a bat out of hell and never looks back. Circ and Teslee frequently play the tired IT people who have to ask for the 918716th time that day if the senator has tried turning their holopad on and off again. They get reeaalll snarky towards the end of the work day, though never enough to get them fired lol.

Whenever any of them run into senators, they have the “sir, this is a Wendy’s” vibe going. They don’t take shit, they’re not impressed, and half of the senators absolutely hate it.

The other half finds besties for life

[thefloatingwriter]

D3 Tribute List

note: this list is not sotr compliant so none of the tributes from the 50th will match the book.

further note for context on my headcanons: the Stills is the poorer area of Three in my mind, while Stepanov is the richer area. Midtown is, like the name suggests, the in between, or middle class. for further details read this post!!

Additions:

A total of forty Games had both tributes from Three from the Stills. The 48th was the only year both tributes were from Stepanov, while the 45th was the only one where both were from Midtown. Furthermore, only three Games in seventy-five years happened where none of the tributes were from the Stills. These Games were the 21st, 45th, and 48th. 

[jackcebk]

Project 010, Chapter Three

Sorry for the late post. From this point on, I’ll try to update every other Wednesday, but that’s still subject to change.

It had been days since the people had left Brandy on the table. It was cold and hard and made her ache all over. After endless hours of almost complete silence, she finally heard movement. Lots of it. Voices directing people, things dragged across the floor, more tables shaking slightly. She could only imagine what was happening. Hours passed as people scurried around. She could hear muffled shouting and some constant beeping. She felt a prick in her shoulder and after a few minutes, her vision started to return. She could move her fingers, and then her arms. She sat up to see about two dozen tables around her, most holding the body of another tribute. To her left and right were Tanner and the big guy from 11. In the left wall was a large window peering into another room. The room was filled with medical equipment and people in white coats were crowding around something. She could see at least one flatline heart monitor. As she tried to peer around the crowd in there, another person in a white coats stepped in front of her. Within moments, she was surrounded by them, all of them poking and prodding her all over. 

“Stop that! Go away!” 

She tried swatting their hands away, but one of them pinned her arms behind her. She tried to wrench away from them, but her limbs still felt heavy and her mind was still foggy. They examined her carefully and took notes before finally leaving. She looked around the room, expecting to see wet specimen jars, and animal skins, and a bunch of rusty medical equipment, but it was surprisingly clean. All of the other tributes had heart monitors attached to them, which filled the room with a cacophony of beeping. She noticed that the boys from 7 and 12, and the girls from 2, 11, and 12 were missing. Obviously, one of them had to have been the victor, then. She guessed the boy from 12, he was big and looked capable enough. 

Hours passed. There was no window or clock to properly gauge the time change, but Brandy guessed it had been at least 6 hours, if not more. Someone had brought her a big plate of Capitol food, which filled her up well enough. Every hour, the people in white coats would check on the other tributes, occasionally injecting some of them with something. It wasn’t long before she could see some of their hands twitching. 

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

The room was freezing and much too loud for Circ’s liking. The beeping of what he assumed were heart monitors filled every second, practically driving him mad. He could still feel the dull throbbing where the trident had stabbed into his chest. He could almost hear Teslee gloating about making it further than him, as if she’d lasted more than 5 minutes. As his vision cleared, he carefully sat up. Just as he suspected, heart monitors filled the room, each connected to a tribute on a table. There were several empty tables around him. 

“Hey.”

Circ jumped and turned around, seeing the girl from 10 sitting on her own table. She was watching him intently. 

“D’you have a name?” She asked. 

Circ only stared at her. Hadn’t she been shot? Surely she would’ve died. The girl raised an eyebrow, waiting for a response. 

“Ah, um…Circ. And you?” 

She scared him, to be perfectly honest. He certainly hadn’t expected anyone to attack a Capitol student, much less kill one. And yet she was sitting there, swinging her legs as if it had never happened. 

“Brandy,” she responded, peering into a window to Circ’s right. The room was full of people shouting at each other, clearly stressed. He could see two flatline heart monitors. Looking around the room again, he noted the missing tributes. Both from 12, the girl from 11, the boy from 7, and the girl from 2. He remembered the girl from 2 dying during the bombing after she tried to escape. His mentor told him that they hadn’t found a body. The girl from 12 was the victor, he’d heard her singing in the arena. He didn’t know what happened to the other three.

At least a full day passed. None of the other tributes had woken up, and the situation in the crowded room hadn’t changed. Circ and Brandy had talked a bit, Brandy questioning what happened in the arena. Circ had done his best to answer, but didn’t know much. As he and Brandy sat in silence, the girl from 4 shifted. They both looked at her. Circ jumped slightly when she suddenly opened her eyes. She was just staring at the ceiling, despite clearly being able to move. 

“…Where am I.” 

She looked around, locking eyes with Circ. She propped herself up on her elbows, blinking in the harsh LED light. Circ shuddered, remembering her trident stabbing into him. Brandy spoke up.

“We don’t know. Somewhere in the Capitol’s my guess.”

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

Lamina could finally see again. She could see, and she could move. She heard soft voices nearby. As she sat up, she noticed several things. Three other tributes were awake: Coral, the boy from three, and the girl from 10 who was shot in the zoo. They were all sitting together having a hushed conversation and hadn’t noticed her yet. She also saw the boy from 5 coming to in the row in front of her. And as she scanned the room, she noticed that Treech was not by her side, like the most of the other district pairs. Dozens of scenarios ran through her head, some of them more likely than others. In an attempt to calm herself down, she looked at what other tributes were missing. The girl from 2 who had died in the river. The boy from 12 who fell of the stone. The rainbow girl, obviously, and the girl from 11. She didn’t know what happened to her. Maybe she had succumbed to whatever illness she was fighting. Lamina carefully slid off her table, still aching from Coral’s trident and her fall, and made her way towards the group. They all looked at her simultaneously. She stood there, uncomfortable under their gazes, especially after Coral had attacked her in the arena. Lamina cleared her throat and wrung her hands.

“Hi..?”

The girl from 10 stood aside so Lamina could join their huddle and turned back to the other two. They resumed their conversation and Lamina listened intently as they discussed why they were here, where they were, and what happened. Within about 30 minutes, the group had grown to include the boys from 5, 10, and 11.  Unfortunately, they’d had no luck figuring anything out. They’d given up and were just sitting in a circle together when they heard triumphant shouts from the crowded room to their left. They all looked over to see the people in white coats celebrating something. Inside the room on the tables were Treech and the girl from 11, both with flatline heart monitors.

@dove-like-the-bird @estuary-scholar @lavylilac

[cutabovetherest]

[empresskadia]

Yeahhh, I have no more motivation to work on this further, so here is my Spartan-IV and Circ [with a human to accompany her usual appearance]

[calebddfwa]

With 2/3 of the Monthly Dreamscape complete, the final 4 months will be dedicated to works tied to 009 Sound System/Alexander Perls, starting with...

CIRC - Love Electric!

She tried to help someone cross their wires!