Effie Trinket (
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[action] A decade's worth of Games ago
[there was an arena like this once. ten, eleven years ago? there were horrible sand-dwelling snake muttations on an isolated chunk of beach, and the tides grew worse and worse with every passing day. naturally, the victor had been from District Four, and Effie's tributes -- she couldn't help but think of them as hers, even though it made it difficult to watch them die -- hadn't made it past the first five hours.
[so when she wakes up atop one of these rocky guys right here, she thinks, for a minute, that she has been transported to that old arena and left there by some cruel tour guide.
[she is ignoring the instructions on her communicator right now because there is a much more pressing problem to be dealt with: getting off this rock and onto the beach proper without ruining her pretty dress and shoes and hair and-- well, you get the idea.
[if you're around, you see her taking little steps to the edge, peering down at the water, trying to judge the distance between herself and the shore. (hint: she would not make that jump if she had a running start and good, sturdy flats.) very soon, she goes from frustrated to upset, pouting, batting her butterfly eyelashes as if she's about to unleash a rain of glittery tears.]
Oh, this won't do! Is there anyone who can help? [very quietly] I can't swim.
[so when she wakes up atop one of these rocky guys right here, she thinks, for a minute, that she has been transported to that old arena and left there by some cruel tour guide.
[she is ignoring the instructions on her communicator right now because there is a much more pressing problem to be dealt with: getting off this rock and onto the beach proper without ruining her pretty dress and shoes and hair and-- well, you get the idea.
[if you're around, you see her taking little steps to the edge, peering down at the water, trying to judge the distance between herself and the shore. (hint: she would not make that jump if she had a running start and good, sturdy flats.) very soon, she goes from frustrated to upset, pouting, batting her butterfly eyelashes as if she's about to unleash a rain of glittery tears.]
Oh, this won't do! Is there anyone who can help? [very quietly] I can't swim.
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Oh, thank you so very much! You are so gracious, helping me out even though it isn't your job! ...what is your job, if I may ask?
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[then she wades into the water to go retrieve the fussy-looking mortal woman in the elaborate gown from the rock]
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Goddess? [now that's just impressive.] Is that-- Did you earn that title through a feat of great skill, courage, and honor?
[Sif seems very... tall. oh, dear. perhaps it's good that Panem has been so... isolated since everything happened. but she seems kind enough! Effie will take it!]
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[soon. for now, she reaches the rock and then pauses, and reaches up her arms] I'll carry you above the water level. [no problem]
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A reenactment of those feats would make quite the interesting show, I'm certain. Are they regularly televised, by any chance?
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[there may be a little bit of clinging as Effie glances down at the water]
I'm so sorry about your lovely shoes.
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Stories are often told about heroic feats, but we do not witness them once they have passed.
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Now you know my name, but I still haven't gotten yours.
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