Ninth Drink

[wastheexample]

[Panem filter - sans Clove]

[Haymitch scrawls something across the pages. Look guys, he's being helpful]



With Johanna showing up, I figured it was about time we got ourselves situated right. So here's where we all stand in the grand scheme of when we come from back home. Finnick wins the star prize, as you can see.

Not sure about when the Clove kid comes from, but given she's got an expiry date, it can't be much later than that. I've been trying to see if there's any pattern to it, but so far, I have a whole heap of nothing. Other than the fact this castle's favourite place to pull us is closely linked to the explosion in the Quarter Quell.

Think of it what you will. Don't say I never do or share anything with you. [He just doesn't share the REALLY important things]

[Clove]

Still here? [The 'still a threat?' remains unsaid. For now]

Comments

[wastheexample]

I'm sure he'll love to sit down and give us a story time one day. [Horrific story time]

[periculis]

We will make sure to have many bottles for you to survive the tales being told.

[wastheexample]

It's nice to know someone still thinks about my welfare. I'm touched.

[periculis]

Of course. I just cannot make any promises on whether or not Katniss will not attempt to shoot an arrow into you on a weekly basis.

[wastheexample]

That happens regardless of what I do, I thought you'd figured that much out by now.

[periculis]

[ a short laugh can be heard from his end ] Touche.