who: hani jang & finch delval @thoroughfxre where: the story of snow, the president's childhood home
"Well, hello there, sunshine." Hani drawled, a hand raising to swipe through her hair as she stepped up next to the other victor. "Never seen you enjoy yourself quite this much. Having a good time?" She damn near broke her sickeningly sweet, sunny demeanour while taking in Finch's expression, the very opposite of delighted.
The room reeked of superiority. Meticulously cleaned and maintained, even despite the near century these things had seen, decorating the space. She doubted all of this was still original, but the president said so, and so it was. A historical site. The birthplace of all their suffering. "Wanna sit down on that chair? I can take your picture."