Fourth Trident

[tyingknots]

[Today Paradisa there is a written list in the journal. All nice and neat in a handwriting that someone went to great lengths to make sure wasn't recognizable.]

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Katniss - Basket weaving - Dressing nice - Being mothered - Cats - Kissing Peeta		Peeta - Climbing trees - Hunting - Tap dancing - Ballroom dancing - Being a pillow		Gale - Baking - Drawing - Flowers - Bright things - Dusting		Effie - Skinning squirrels - Hiking - Coal - Dirt - Dying Clothes		Finnick - Tunnels - Bird watching - Needlework - Knitting - Being modest
Johanna - Being nice - Mothering - Cooking - Archery - Fishing		Rue - Snow - Quiet - Being alone - Being on the ground - Laundry		Cinna - Showing off - Wearing flashy things - Tap dancing - Playing in the mud - Mining		Clove - Playing games - Talking nicely - Flower arranging - Making dolls - Collecting bugs

[Haymitch]

[Outside of Haymitch's room is a box that one would find a shirt folded up in. And there is a shirt. A bright pink shirt with the word "Mom" in glittery silver letters.

You're welcome Haymitch.]

((OOC: Finnick is trolling his cast, all the above writing is anonymous so as to not link to him. Feel free to threadjack etc. in here as he'll only respond as himself and not own up to this.))

Comments

[accidentalrebellion]

[No such luck, Haymitch. Because, while a distraction, it was only temporary. When Katniss is on a mission, she's on a mission.

Box still in one hand, she uses the other to beat on his door.]

[wastheexample]

[LA LA LA IGNORING.

Or rather, still sleeping. It's not going to be that easy]

[accidentalrebellion]

[OH SCREW YOU.

When that doesn't get a result, she starts beating on the door as loudly as she possibly can. And then kicks it once. (Or twice.)]

[wastheexample]

[After a few minutes of that, he eventually is roused enough to stomp over to the door, yanking it open]

What the hell do you want?

[Day time is sleeping time, god, Katniss B|]

[accidentalrebellion]

[No, it's not. It's interrogation time. ... Or, rather, yell-in-your-face time. Because she is convinced.]

Don't pretend like you don't know.

[wastheexample]

[Katniss, you are far too loud, far too early. He winces, rubbing his temple]

Want to bring me up to speed on what's pissed you off this time? Was it the timeline thing?

[accidentalrebellion]

[And now he's playing dumb. That's the most annoying thing of all.]

You wrote that list.

[wastheexample]

What list are you even talking about? [He looks genuinely disgruntled now] Are you just making stuff up I've done in your head now?

[accidentalrebellion]

[She looks pretty disgruntled right back. (They might could even mirror each other.) The tone of her voice has now taken on more of an edge, if that's even possible.]

The list in the journal. [FESS. UP.]

[wastheexample]

[He steps back enough to gesture to the mess his room is in. The mess it's always in after he's been drinking heavily all night, then sleeping from when the sun rises]

Does it look like I've been writing lists in the journal today?

[accidentalrebellion]

[When she peers into the room, it might be hard to argue with that logic. Really, she's had enough experience to know what that should look like. But, on the other hand, she has quite an incriminating piece of evidence....]

You weren't on it. [The only one not on it.]

[wastheexample]

[Haymitch groans, rubbing his temples. This goddamn kid is giving him a headache again. It was a special sort of headache, that only came about when dealing with her. He liked to call them Katniss Migraines]

In on what?

[accidentalrebellion]

[All right, the intense gaze is back on him now. The kind that wants answers. Oh, and she's now raising her voice for good measure.

Should help that migraine, shouldn't it?]

The list, Haymitch.

[wastheexample]

[he takes a deep, calming breath]

WHAT list? How many times do I have to say I having got a damn clue what you're talking about?