The launch was done for another year. It was easily Umbrielle’s least favourite time of the Games, and now she had to dress a tribute to be shipped back off to District Eight, which was hands down her least favourite task. She picked out a simple pair of dark grey slacks, a solid button-down in a dark purple, and a pair of floral suspenders (he seemed to like those) and sent the measurements and fabrics down to her sewing team to finish up. From there, she didn’t have much to do but worry about Nadya.
Cana would be going through the very same, so she sent a text to her sister and made her way to their favourite little Capitol cafe for coffee and desserts. She chose a table on the patio to allow Peach a little snooze beneath her seat, and was tracking Games updates on her phone. Cana’s arrival startled her a little, and she greeted her older sister. “How are you holding up?” she asked quickly. What had been done to poor Geof Carr was simply ghastly. // closed for @tos-cana








