#etcircenses

[towngirlreaped]

@et--circenses (Peeta) finally gets his mentor.

though there's no clock on Peeta's room, it's clear no one else is awake. the train has come to a halt, even if only to refuel, and Maysilee can hear its hissing. she's spent most of her night going car to car, criticizing the Capitol's ugly excesses. if you're going to be so extra, there's got to be a purpose for it, and the latest fashion trends don't meet that criteria if you ask her. she's trying to make physical contact with the hangers, but she can't quite do so, and the clicking of metal is the only sound in the corridor. with a huff, Maysilee turns on her heel, preparing to leave. Peeta is awake, she realizes, and she stops in her tracks. he's looking at her.

“ Oh, good, you can see me, ” Maysilee says, almost dismissively. it's the first time she's been seen in as long as she can remember, but she doesn't want to freak him out by making a big deal of it. “ Don't trust Itchy Itchy Haymitchy to help you with anything fashion related. Hell, don't wear whatever you were planning to wear. Some boring off-white dress shirt and slacks? Come on! You're trying to be unforgettable, right? That means you have to you're worth paying attention to, and all of that starts with your outfit. As long as I'm your mentor, you're not wearing that mess. ”

[wondersfull]

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cashmere and/or gloss bellanger → johanna mason, either serious or not-so-serious mentor rivalry when it comes to their tributes during the games. there's a tally board somewhere of their tributes' number of kills and eventual wins, if they make it there (district one has more obviously and johanna hates it)

madge undersee → delly cartwright, pseudo-journalists who start documenting what the rebellion was like in district thirteen and what life was like in district twelve thereafter

send 🖋 or ( ‘PLOTS’ ) for me to tell you a couple potential plot ideas i have for our muses, whether it just be certain types of dynamics or general storylines i’d like to explore. accepting !

[wondersfull]

when was the last time i saw you? (madge or peeta, for delly)

"a long time ago. too long ago, i guess." truthfully, delly can't remember the last time she saw peeta so up close either. she'd gone by their bakery a number of times in the past three years, but he was never there. gone for the games, gone for the victory tour, and then gone for the games again in a sick twist of fate. so delly thinks the last time must have been the seventy-fourth reaping; that wasn't a memory she wanted him to think of at the moment, though. "i don't think i've really changed much, anyway. just the same old delly."

a lie, and one that peeta might argue against if he could remember what she looked like three years ago, but she wasn't sent there to talk about herself. "it's good to see you, peeta." and she smiles, in spite of everything. "i'm glad you're here."

pre-established connections and creating history. accepting !

[qverdia]

( @et--circenses ! ) ( cashmere ! )ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsent a kiss ! ( 💄 )

abilene's hands tangled in cashmere's golden curls as their lips met again , holding cashmere against her as if either woman had any interest in parting . it was the one good thing of coming back here , abilene told herself , that for a few days she could be with cashmere . even if it only meant a few spare moments when they could sneak away or when either of them were unoccupied . she almost looked forward to it sometimes .

they separated for a breath and cashmere kissed her cheek , then her jaw , then down the side of abilene's throat . her black curls had been styled up and gave the other woman full access to abilene's neck . the pounding bass of whatever music was playing in the party they were being styled for nearly made the walls tremble and when her eyes fluttered open she saw a photo on the wall shake with another beat . it'd be surprising if either of them would be able to hear at the end of the night .

❛ zelenus is gonna throw a fit , ❜ abilene warned with a slight grin , her voice breathless . she could feel the gloss of cashmere's lipstick on her cheek and neck , sure that the red painted onto her own lips had smeared . ❛ he spent all day making me look pretty . ❜ abilene was teasing and tipped her head slightly to the side to bare more of her throat and bare shoulder to cashmere . ❛ i missed you , honey . ❜

[towngirlreaped]

Move On: how does your muse grieve? / The Breakdown: does your muse believe that the end justifies the means?

Move On: how does your muse grieve?

Maysilee throws herself into whatever tasks she has ahead of her, doing everything she can to ignore her grief. Since she usually doesn't have many responsibilities, she tends to lean into her arts and crafts / creative side. Maysilee sews lots of different projects when she's grieving. She also heavily isolates.

The Breakdown: does your muse believe that the end justifies the means?

Maysilee does! As part of the rebel plot, she's not afraid to do seditious or violent acts if she thinks it'll help end the Games. This is also a big motivator for why she's not transparent with Katniss and Peeta about everything with the third Quell. She's willing to sacrifice what she has to if it means that other people don't have to do that.

[towngirlreaped]

🎀 (hi!)

((hey hi hellooooo!! You caught me in the middle of finals season, but here’s a few lyrics 🙂‍↕️

“Sorrow doing a new dance / through their bones, through their skin / listening to the souls in the fool’s night” from Whispering from Spri.ng Awak.ening is VERY Madge coded to meeeee :)

“I’m Miss Bad Media Karma, another day, another drama” from Piece of Me by Britney Spe.ars is VERY Cashmere to me :)

[mvndrvke]

@et--circenses gets a starter!

Effie is determined to get all the tributes from Twelve to like her. She bounces around, expression chipper whenever she's around them, and does her best to ensure they've got all they need. Or, at least, all they need before they're in the arena. Then the real game begins.

Maysilee has, apparently, been helping tributes weave their chosen items into necklaces so they don't lose them. There's a little pile of them on the table. Effie comes into the tribute apartments with more twine in her little basket of crafting supplies.

"The gamekeepers approved this for making the necklaces," she says, setting the basket down on the table with a flourish and holding the roll of synthetic twine up. "But I've got dyes and some little beads that'll help spruce things up, if you think people would like that. You're the expert."

[qverdia]

@et--circenses ( boggs ! ) sent , ❛ looks like we're all in this together now . ❜

abilene supposed that she should consider herself lucky . she survived the quell , survived the bombings , and even in district thirteen she wasn't the lone person from district ten ㅤ which couldn't be said for beetee or finnick , at least not initially . dalton was the name of the fella from ten who had somehow found his way to the bunker years ago , and while he was friendly enough she missed home .

she had heard that when the quell ended communications to a few districts had been lost , ten being one of them . she'd seen the videos of what had happened in twelve , had ten suffered the same fate ? it made abilene feel horrible , and selfish , and cruel , and sick to her stomach , but a small part of her hoped that some other district had suffered that ire . it was the not knowing that ate at her .

then , a shipment had arrived : food to district thirteen from the other districts and a sign of unity against the enemy . chunks of beef , real beef , swam in the broth of the evening meal . district ten was still there . or at least parts of it were . she should be happy , she knew , but worry still gnawed at her belly and she pushed some of the soup around with her spoon .

the people in the bunker seemed happier , at least . full bellies tended to do that . abilene looked up towards the deep , warm voice and forced a smile to her lips out of habit . she'd seen the man around and knew his name , boggs , but they hadn't spoken , or at least not that she could remember . everything blended together down here .

❛ with full bellies and new friends ? we're unstoppable . ❜ a loud laugh echoed from somewhere else in the dining hall and abilene knew it would have come from dalton . she looked back down to her food and swallowed . ❛ do you . . . know anything about ten ? ❜ she tried to joke , ❛ you know dalton . ain't like us to be quiet for so long . ❜