Test Drive Meme!

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HOW TO PLAY:

* Tag into this post with a pup you're thinking of apping to the bar with a brief EP set within Milliways and/or its universe. You can be new to the game, or simply want to test out a fresh pup.

* If you already play at Milliways, feel free to tag in with your own characters and interact with the new pups. You can also post your own EPs for these new characters to thread with.

* Mingle, post, and have fun!

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[pickledtribute]

He'd forgotten that she was still a spitfire before the Games - he only saw her, really, in his periphery. He'd bought that weakling line, and thought she'd be dead and gone by the first night.

Evidently he hadn't really forgotten, and here she is, special guest star of the Haymitch Hallucination Hour.

"Victor, thank you very much." He gives her a decidedly tipsy bow, somehow managing to not spill any of the white alcohol in his bottle.

[clovenpine]

Johanna wrinkles her nose, and steps away from him. "You're disgusting. And you can take being 'victor' and shove it up your--wait. How in the hell are you in Seven, for starters, and why am I in, in, this place" --she waves a hand to encompass the entire bar-- "and not where I should be? Is this some Capitol trick?"

[pickledtribute]

"Haven't you learned by now, it's always some Capitol trick, darling." He drawls, not in the least bit bitter. In the way water isn't the least bit wet.

[clovenpine]

Johanna's answering laugh is sharp and brittle. "Oh, I've learned that one, a few times over. What I haven't learned is why the apprentice dormitory opens into a bar, and why the Mentor who gets all his Tributes killed is in that bar."

She peers at the ceiling, hunting for hidden cameras.

"Must be pretty dull, back at the Capitol, if they want to watch that."

[pickledtribute]

The muscles of his jaw tighten suddenly - despite his very best efforts, he remembers all of their faces. Every single last one, from the petrified twelve-year-old girl in his fifth year who never stopped crying for home to the eighteen-year-old boy seven years back who he thought, he really thought had a chance, until the Gamemaster opened a quicksand pit right underneath the boy's feet.

"They'd watch paint dry, if it gave'm a thrill." He's not touching the rest of that. He's not nearly drunk enough to touch the rest of that. Not without violence.

[clovenpine]

"Pre-Reaping festivities? Watch the potential Tributes roam in their native habitats?" It hasn't been done before, but there's always a first time, when the Capitol might be behind it.

Something hardens perceptibly in her face. "Hope they're enjoying the show, then."

[pickledtribute]

"Well, try not to give them the idea when you're done wandering through my hallucinations, and I'll do the same." Because they would. They really would.