Welcome to the 3rd Annual Hunger Games

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta is far away, on a beach, or something like it. The sun is warm on his face. He slides his fingers through the sand, letting the grains sift through them. Another hand catches his, olive-skinned. Gray eyes meet blue. Peeta reaches for her.

Peeta does not know it is a dream as his arm slides around a stranger’s waist in real life. In his sleep, he whispers her name.]

Katniss...

[…]

What the hell??

[ooc: Peeta is pink. Faye is blue. Backdated to morning of the 11th. <3]

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[peeta_bread]

[Peeta's arm stays right where it is. A little bit of drool drips onto his pillowcase as he continues to dream away.]

Hm?

[luckyvalentine]

[sorry, kid... you're about to get a very rude awakening. It comes in the form of a hard shove to the chest as Faye violently forces some space between them]

Hey!!

[peeta_bread]

[He gasps at the shove. He's awake now. Who's that lady in his bed??!! With a panicked squeak, he falls backward off the side of the bed.]

...Ow.

[luckyvalentine]

What the hell are you doing in my bed?!

[and, it's only then that she thinks to look around and actually take stock of the situation. The first panicked thing that she would never admit to worrying about, is trying to remember what she was up to the night before, and pausing to see if she feels hungover.

...And, nope! Phew.

Then comes the part where she looks around to make sure that she's even in her own room. ...And the jury is out on that one.]

[peeta_bread]

I don't know! I don't know what's going on!

[His voice is muffled by the floor. He pushes himself back up and peers up at the stranger.]

Who are you?

[luckyvalentine]

Who are you??

[he might be asking first, but she's asking louder]

[peeta_bread]

Uh- Peeta. Peeta Mellark.

[He looks around in confusion, taking in the crazy, glittery decorations.]

Why...?

[luckyvalentine]

[she scoots back so she can properly sit up, hugging the blankets up around herself even though it's really not necessary. this kid isn't even remotely familiar...

...And then she follows his gaze around the room.

And recognizes the decorations]

...Oh no.

[peeta_bread]

[He raises his brows, still looking up at her from the floor.]

'Oh no'? Why 'oh no'?

[luckyvalentine]

Oh no-- it's Valentine's Day.

[said with all the dread of speaking something that should be obviously dangerous]

...You don't see any arrows, do you?

[she might be even looking a little paranoid, peeking over the edge of the bed like she's afraid to go anywhere]

forgive my lateness ;;

[peeta_bread]

Valentine's Day?

[Glancing around wildly.]

Arrows?!

only if you forgive mine ;;

[luckyvalentine]

Yeah! Arrows, or candy, or doves...

[oh wait, that last one was for Christmas]

/hugs

[peeta_bread]

I... I don't see anything like that. What is Valentine's Day? And why is the room like this?

[luckyvalentine]

It's one of those days that the castle likes to play its stupid games!

[looking around for her gun now, because hat's obviously going to help. ...it's not where she left it, though]

[peeta_bread]

Um... I think... I'll just leave now. Bye.

[He uses the bed to push himself up, waving and grabbing the door handle. He jiggles it. Nothing. He pulls and tugs and pushes. Still nothing. He turns back to Faye.]

It's stuck. You try.

SO OLD! feel free to ignore x_x

[luckyvalentine]

[...uh-oh. She's got a sinking feeling about this.

Sliding out of bed, she heads to the door... and repeats the same pulling, pushing, shoving routine on the door. Though, maybe with a little bit more violence]

...You've got to be kidding me.

<3

[peeta_bread]

[Stepping a few steps away from the violent lady.]

We're... stuck?!

[luckyvalentine]

[she doesn't answer just yet. Just... give her a sec. She needs to throw a little bit of a tantrum first, as she pretty much all-out tries to kick the door down. She might have succeeded too, if magic hadn't been involved]

[and then, kind of yelled toward the ceiling] Ugh! This isn't funny!