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[There is a faintly embarrassed clearing of one Mockingjay's throat.]

... so. If I shot you - while I, ah, didn't remember who you were - I'm sorry.



[Another pause.]

... I hope you're all okay.
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[There's a crackle through the radio, and through the journals, as if someone is shifting something into place. Then the radio crackles once more more, before a song blasts out, and whatever radios were left on are now blaring this particular song.]

[What might sound a little odd after that is the sound of feet stomping, but it's done in a rhythmic way, as if someone has given into the need to pound against the floor in perfect sync. Yes, that's music from Mark's old set-up, and yes, that's someone dancing to it.]

[The next sound might be the next surprising, over the journals. That's the sound of Katniss actually laughing.]
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[The journal falls open, and a faint burn marks show on the edges of the page. There are sounds - sounds like crashing and slamming, and yes. Cursing. A great deal of cursing that suddenly became words.]

Come - back ... down here you damned bird! No, stop! Stop! Not the curtains! Don't set fire to the curtains! Sit! Stay! ARGH!

[Then there is the sound where she turns and yells across the room.] ANNE! Get out here and help me! You have got to help me! This thing is setting fire to everything!

[There was another crash, and Katniss sighs as a few more burn spots appear on the page.]

...I hate this castle...
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[There is the sound of objects being shoved into a satchel, and then Katniss speaking into the journal.]

All right, I'm going out hunting, going to see if my cabin is still out there. It's finally warm enough, and calm enough, for me to head out. Does anyone need any game, or herbs, while I am out there?

[Another pause.] ... and if someone wanted to go with me, I wouldn't say no.

[She is going to play this smart. With the world changing, she isn't sure what she'll find.]

When I get back, the shooting range will be open for business - note I don't have guns. Just ... rudimentary bows, arrows, and now ...crossbows. [Welcome to Medieval Times, folks.]
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What... the hell is happening?

[Is the only mutter you hear, as Katniss pulls back another shot, and then curses quietly.] Circles! All my arrows are going in circles in mid-air! What kind of ... weird gravitational nonsense is going on now?
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[There's silence for a moment, then the sound of a large THUMP. Then silence for another moment, before Katniss sighs.]

Well ... damn.

[Then there's another THUMP. And another silence. Katniss grumbles to herself.] ... how hard can this be? Everyone can do this.

[Another THUMP, and Katniss is just exasperated at this point.] What is the point of this thing if it doesn't work right? WORK.
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[Katniss stood at the window of the room where Mark's radio equipment was, looking out to the middle distance of the snow-covered grounds of the castle. She flicked her eyes to the sky, then to the radio again, before she sat down at the desk, looking at all the buttons and switches with a sort of sad glumness. She ran her fingers over what looked like a music player, then one of the speakers, before she spoke softly to the journal sitting open.]

...I don't suppose anyone who knows how to work Mark's music would be willing to teach me, would they? I ... I miss the music.

[A sigh, as she put her chin down on her hands. Thinking all the friends who are gone - thinking of the nameplate she had found missing earlier. Once. Gone. Another one who had floated on home.]

I hate the silence.

[And for her at least, those words hold weight. There are too many ghosts, in Katniss Everdeen's closet.]
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Christmas time again.

[Katniss's voice is soft, and sad, as she plays with the laces on her boots. She's looking out the windows at the soft, white snow that is gathering on the ground.] This time of year always reminds me of Gale, and Peeta, and back home. When things were at their worst, they were still with me. I miss them, every single day.

[She sighed, quietly, before she got up and went to the window.] I know you're still here, my friends and my family. I've been thinking ... maybe I should come back to the Castle for the winter. I don't really want to but - I don't know.

[She touched the glass.] It seems like a bad time, to be alone.
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[There's the creaking sound of a journal being opened, as if it has been closed for some time. Then a pen dips down on the page, and Katniss's precise handwriting starts to appear on the paper, her words flowing quietly.]

It seems more friends have left, since I went off ... [The words trail off, as Katniss looks at her letter from Mark, from Gale, items she received from friends who are now gone. Her grey eyes narrow a little, but she lifts her chin. She's done this before. She's walked this road. She can do it alone, if need be.]

[But she is not alone, is she? That's what she has to keep remembering. So when she writes again, her handwriting his stronger.] But I'm back. So talk to me, Paradisa. What do I need to know?
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Specifically To The One Who Attacked Me - his allies and his friends )

[She looked down to what she had written, rubbing her forehead briefly. Honestly, she had read the books. She knew how people felt about mutts - how she did - but this was different. They didn't choose this. She had to find him, and she had to help him and his friends. It was the right thing to do.]
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I know a number of us are already talking about going out to help those people - I'm gathering weapons now and I need to know which one of us who are going who are already armed. I also need to verify that we have some armed people who are going to stay behind, as this might be a trap.

[Yes, she is that paranoid.]

Either way, we need to make a strong standing there, and here. I've got my arrows, my bow, varying other bows and arrows from the shooting range, a crossbow, knives, and a sniper rifle from our time in Dinosaur Land.

[A sigh.] I wish I hadn't pawned all those hand-guns now ... but it couldn't be helped.

I'm packing light, whatever can fit into my satchel, for food and clothing. I suggest those coming do the same.

Private to August )
Private to Bunny, and his friends )
Private to Percy )
Private to Gale )
Private to Simon )
Private to Felix, Hermione and Dairine )
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[Katniss has the journal flipped open, as she ties up her boots for practice, making sure the laces were good and tight, before speaking into the journal.]

Calling the pitch for Slytherin Practice. If you don't have it reserved, too bad.

[She paused for a moment, before saying a little more distinctly.] You can't miss us. Green. Silver. Some pink.

[Just a remind - she knows. She knows one of you did it. And she doesn't like being humiliated.]

Filtered to the Slytherin House

Did you all know that certain combinations of herbs and vegetables in a high dose will change a person's skin color? Fascinating stuff, Herbology.
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[Somedays, all Katniss wanted to do was find whoever ran this playground gone mad, and shoot them through the throat with her sharpest arrow. Bad enough she had to keep around the Castle to make sure Emma stayed safe. Now, to add insult to injury -- she'd changed into one of the damned elves. With the pale make-up and glitter and the pointed ears and the ridiculously tight green leather and a cape. A frigging cape, in the middle of summer!]

[She's grumbling as she sticks to the shadows of the Castle, clearly heard through the journal hanging on her side.] ...most ridiculous ... can't believe elves wear this ... could get shot right in the stomach who wouldn't armor yourself there? ...
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[There's the sound of rustling, cloth and wrapped food stuffed into her satchel bag. Katniss starts to speak, as she continued to put things together.] Hey there, Paradisa - or whatever we happen to be now. It's prime time for me to go trekking through the woods for supplies, so I'm going to spend a few days gathering. Anything anyone wants to add to the shopping list, let me know now.

Anyone who wants a rough and tumble walking tour, let me know as well.

Private to Mildmay

Want to get your first lesson in survival?

Private to Dairine

Need help with something, Dar. You have the time from your books?

Private to Gale

Mind the store for me, while I'm gone. And mind yourself, Hawthorne.
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Filtered from the First Gens, their allies, and any who would do them harm.

[Katniss is sitting on the floor of her cabin, looking a large, and badly drawn, map of the area. She is frowning as she marks all the spots she knows near the Castle and in the town itself, and what few areas she knows in the Dead Zone. After she's done with this careful marking, she turns to the journal.]

Does it disturb anyone else that we don't have any real clue what is outside of our borders? I mean - at least I don't know. It's all some sort of ... land-blob, where our enemies live and wait to destroy us. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm not comfortable with that. I want to know where they are - because they know where we are.

[She looked at the map, and scowled.] Mostly, I'd just love an accurate map of this place. So we could know where we can start protecting our borders.

Added on a little later...

So, does anyone want to go on a cartography trip with me?
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[Katniss had swung out of bed this morning - bruised, but clean. The sun shone through the windows of her cabin, and she could hear birdsong. She knew that yesterday was gone - Event Horizon was done - and she was here. So there was only one thing to be said, honestly.]

The Mockingjay is eighteen years old. I lived through two games, a war, and everything this Castle has thrown at me.

So ...


[She grinned, fiercely, as she pushed herself to her feet.]

I'm going to the woods. Catch me if you can.


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January 2015