Welcome to the 14th Annual Hunger Games

[peeta_bread]

[It's the middle of the day. Maybe you're just walking out of your door to go meet someone. Maybe you heard a suspicious noise outside your door. In any case, you look out your door.

And it's there.

Peeta is nonchalantly going around, leaving a lawn gnome in front of every door. No big deal. He seems pretty wrapped up in his work, dark circles under his eyes and his hair messy. But he'll talk to you. And he'll respond to any journal inquiries about the gnomes.

GNOMES]

[ooc: Yes. GNOMES. If Peeta knows your character, feel free to say the gnome even looks like them! Or not, your choice. Peeta will be leaving a lawn gnome in front of everyone's doors.]

Comments

[peeta_bread]

[He looks over at her, placing a gnome by her neighbor's door.]

It's a lawn gnome. I looked them up in the library. I just thought everyone would like one.

[the_effect_she_has]

[She raised one eyebrow at him, then back at the gnome, her face wrinkling.]

Why would we want a lawn gnome if we don't have a lawn?

[peeta_bread]

[He frowns down at them.]

I don't know. They're kind of cute. I just think there should be more of them.

[the_effect_she_has]

More of them?

[She finally looks up and down the hall, where there are enough gnomes to have a gnome army - and isn't that a disturbing thought?]

... Peeta, just how many of these have you made?

[Because she's starting to get a little perturbed, so she closes the door and follows after him, gnome in hand.]

[peeta_bread]

At least one for every resident. There's extra, though. Just in case someone wants another.

[the_effect_she_has]

[She does the quick math in her head.]

... Peeta, that's hundreds of gnomes. You made hundreds of gnomes?