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[whatialways_do]

( [Jo and Dean] )

vingt ° written

[signedlefthanded]

It's recently come to me that I'll never be afforded the opportunity to go to college if I ever am returned home. I never had the time to really think what that means, but it doesn't sit well with me. So here's a list of things I'd like to learn. If anyone can help, I'd really appreciate it.

Any sort of physics.
Mechanical Engineering.
Any Engineering, though Mechanical seems to be where I thrive.
History - any, particularly Earth, but I'd like to learn about any culture.
Science. I decided to broaden from just physics - especially if there's chemical engineering. I've dabbled with bio-chemistry here as well, building medical equipment.
-Genetics would be interesting.
Combat skills, particularly hand to hand. Not that this is something collegiate, but it would be helpful.

I think that's it, but if there's anything along these lines that could help, I'd be interested.

[Dr. Temperance Brennan]

I'm done. Finally finished. Both pieces are usable now.

Welcome to the 2nd Annual Hunger Games

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta is in the kitchen, cracking eggs and measuring flour. But something’s on his mind, and he feels he must do something to clear his conscience.]

( Filtered to anyone encountered on arrival )

[There’s a break in between the first filter and the second one in which he cooks for a while, clanging things around as he works. The following filter is thrown out there just in case.]
( Filtered to Katniss Everdeen )

[If one were to enter the kitchen right now, they would find it a complete mess. Bread is EVERYWHERE. But don’t try to eat it; it will either be half-done or burnt. A completely frustrated Peeta is taking it out on cakes. Egg shells are scattered across the counters, flour is lightly dusting the surface, a bit of icing lies on the floor. On one counter is a completed cake, all decorated and pretty. It looks something like this: http://www.cabaretsquidoo.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/985494702_3d5bd9f4cf.jpg . In the middle of the table is a larger, four tier cake. It’s white, a blank canvas, except the small pink rose Peeta just sculpted out of fondant. Peeta himself is covered in flour. It looks like he’s been here for hours.]

I made some cake, if anyone would like some? I’m in the kitchen. Sorry about the mess.

[He pauses, then adds:]

Also, if anyone has a birthday or a wedding coming up… or if you just want a cake, I’d be happy to make you one.

[ooc: Oh so open, in person or over the journals. Also, I apologize for my slowness on the lj tags. If you wanna answer this, but want to play out the arrival more, you can leave a placeholder? :3 ]