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asgardeventide2014-01-20 11:45 pm
chinsup) wrote in asgardeventide2014-01-20 11:45 pm
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[Haymitch is gone.
Effie has looked all about the city, having stayed out of the battle with Alfheim, poked around his old room in the Loki welcome hall, and asked a few natives about what it means when names just simply aren't there in the registry. It takes some doing (and some brief panic that she needs to force down, where it resides in a nice little ball directly underneath her ribcage), but Effie Trinket knows nothing more than to approach upsetting news with a smile.
Eyes bright, chins up, smiles on.
She turns on her feed with that same bright smile, wearing a pale yellow dress this fine day, with a matching wig and pretty little dewdrop butterflies in her hair. She adjusts her camera quickly once she realizes it's a little off-center before speaking, with her odd Capitol accent (the over-enunciation, the emphasis on every other word) ringing in loud and clear.]
Well then! Now that everyone is settled and the city has returned to some level of normalcy given the state of things and that horrendous battle talk -- I suppose I'd like to make a brief announcement concerning some excellent ideas regarding my future here within Asgard.
[Wait for it.]
We are all tasked with maintaining the life of this city during our stay here, which is a worthy task -- and I would like very much to assist to the best of my ability, which is why I have been examining the idea of opening a business tailored to fashion. My own unique ability gifted to me from these gods seems to be absolutely perfect for this sort of thing -- and what better way to color a city than to add color? So I would like to entertain a few individuals with the same gift as I -- drawing things and having them brought to life, preferably with the fashion savvy in order to start our own little design boutique.
[This is a very proud moment for her, but really a large amount of distraction from the bigger issue at hand -- and that bright sunny smile falters slightly and Effie draws in a slight breath, because it really is her responsibility to inform the population. Not that many would care that Haymitch is gone, he's a rather horrendous individual, but he is also one of Effie's few true friends. If you could call him that.]
And, ah. Well.
[Suddenly, Effie feels slightly awkward, but she pulls herself together instantly.]
I believe Haymitch Abernathy has returned to Panem, to those that knew him for however brief a time he was here. I'm -- sorry.
[She pauses, quiet for a few moments, before Effie summons a smile again.]
But thank you for listening, and please let me know, fellow fashion aficionados!
[And she shuts off her video feed, before sending a text to Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark.]
[Filtered to Katniss and Peeta // Private // Unhackable]
I'm so sorry, children, but I've searched the entire city and he simply isn't there. Perhaps it's better this way -- he seemed to hate it here, but then again, he seems to hate everything, doesn't he!
Please let me know if you need anything.
Effie has looked all about the city, having stayed out of the battle with Alfheim, poked around his old room in the Loki welcome hall, and asked a few natives about what it means when names just simply aren't there in the registry. It takes some doing (and some brief panic that she needs to force down, where it resides in a nice little ball directly underneath her ribcage), but Effie Trinket knows nothing more than to approach upsetting news with a smile.
Eyes bright, chins up, smiles on.
She turns on her feed with that same bright smile, wearing a pale yellow dress this fine day, with a matching wig and pretty little dewdrop butterflies in her hair. She adjusts her camera quickly once she realizes it's a little off-center before speaking, with her odd Capitol accent (the over-enunciation, the emphasis on every other word) ringing in loud and clear.]
Well then! Now that everyone is settled and the city has returned to some level of normalcy given the state of things and that horrendous battle talk -- I suppose I'd like to make a brief announcement concerning some excellent ideas regarding my future here within Asgard.
[Wait for it.]
We are all tasked with maintaining the life of this city during our stay here, which is a worthy task -- and I would like very much to assist to the best of my ability, which is why I have been examining the idea of opening a business tailored to fashion. My own unique ability gifted to me from these gods seems to be absolutely perfect for this sort of thing -- and what better way to color a city than to add color? So I would like to entertain a few individuals with the same gift as I -- drawing things and having them brought to life, preferably with the fashion savvy in order to start our own little design boutique.
[This is a very proud moment for her, but really a large amount of distraction from the bigger issue at hand -- and that bright sunny smile falters slightly and Effie draws in a slight breath, because it really is her responsibility to inform the population. Not that many would care that Haymitch is gone, he's a rather horrendous individual, but he is also one of Effie's few true friends. If you could call him that.]
And, ah. Well.
[Suddenly, Effie feels slightly awkward, but she pulls herself together instantly.]
I believe Haymitch Abernathy has returned to Panem, to those that knew him for however brief a time he was here. I'm -- sorry.
[She pauses, quiet for a few moments, before Effie summons a smile again.]
But thank you for listening, and please let me know, fellow fashion aficionados!
[And she shuts off her video feed, before sending a text to Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark.]
[Filtered to Katniss and Peeta // Private // Unhackable]
I'm so sorry, children, but I've searched the entire city and he simply isn't there. Perhaps it's better this way -- he seemed to hate it here, but then again, he seems to hate everything, doesn't he!
Please let me know if you need anything.
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