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[Everyone will wake up suddenly, as if having drifted off -- while sitting upright in an uncomfortable office chair. In one hand they're holding the communicator, and in their lap is propped a clipboard with a job application (standard, looking something like this; it requests up to ten years of job history, ) and a pen. The waiting room is also fairly standard, except for being empty.]

[The communicator's lock screen reads, Complete the job application. Time limit, twenty-four hours.]

[There are magazines, fake plants, and computers. There's a staff lounge with food -- tupperware that might have belonged to some of these nonexistent workers, popcorn and cocoa packets, vending machines -- and restrooms. There are exits, but characters will be unable to use them... or make their own, or escape in any way.]

[So the characters are stuck here, until tomorrow morning. Set up a comment telling everyone what your character is doing, and thinking, whether they're obeying the task or not, at any time during the day. Then tag other people! Be sure to check back later in the week, when people are encouraged make threads for the evening as well as the day! Characters that have been claimed are also welcome at this point to join the community, and will be able to make their own posts, which can be tagged by anyone taking part in the event.]

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[Really? Because Effie already has a sketch of it in her head and has come up with a few other colors to add to it. Maybe a sparkly diamond or two on the side of the forehead. Maybe glitter!]

Well, I suppose that's an understandable sentiment. After all, you are pioneering a new look. But believe you me, you'll see people imitating it soon enough! You'll be the talk of the town! And then there will be interviews and photo shoots and televised appearances--!

[She sighs giddily. If there's one thing Effie loves at least as much as doing her Games escort work, it's fashion!]

[ ...effie is truly one of a kind. in fact, so much so that illyria steps in closer, to inspect the woman's own unique look. her movements are sharp, bird-like as she looks this potential worshiper over. ]

My appearance is a result of this shell's inability to contain me without initial strain. You presume to mimic an old one?

[ sure, she's bragging. but while she does it, she's trying to figure out just what effie is. ]

[used to being on television, and also to being styled by a team of professionals every year, Effie doesn't mind the personal space breech. sure, Illyria may be weird about it-- but maybe she is actually a stylist herself!]

I presume-- goodness, does this mean you've got pictures of old outfits? I'd love to see them! I would also like your opinion on what I'm wearing now! I rather enjoy it, and Cinna -- you do know Cinna, right? Made his debut in this year's Games, was an absolute hit! -- well, Cinna said that I look memorable!

[ and people think illyria is strange... ]

Your presentation is ostentatious.

[ well, illyria means it as an insult, anyway. she determines that effie is a nonthreat and steps away again. ]

And you seem barely able to maneuver.

[Illyria is not nearly as nice as Cinna! -- but at least she is rather polite about it.]

Oste-- darling, this is fashion! Why-- [a little huffy] I can move around quite easily, I assure you. I've had to chase tributes around in far more constricting outfits.

[okay, so maybe she'd sent Haymitch after them, maybe after she'd taken a few steps in their general direction. but that had also been the year when extremely small waists had been in and she had done waist training with longline corsets for months to look the way she had for the Games. and then the shoes and the skirts--!]

[ somebody hit the brakes. effie's bruised ego is of no interest to illyria, especially now that she has mentioned something legitimately intriguing. ]

Tributes.

[Effie's ego bruises pretty easily, sorry! but really. how does Illyria not know tributes? she'll let it go that Illyria doesn't know who she is -- she's just an escort, after all. the most fashionable escort of them all] (they very nearly said so in Capitol Couture this year!), but still, the tributes are the stars of the Games!]

Yes, tributes! Those poor District Twelve children are so overwhelmed by the luxury they get to enjoy ~~[before they are killed on live television, usually within the first day, BUT NOT HER PEARLS, KATNISS AND PEETA!]~~ before the Games. But! Yes, of course. It is my job to look after them!

[ ah, illyria now understands very clearly. ]

You groom the lambs for the slaughter.

[ that's actually relatively respectable in her opinion... ]

I-- well.

[technically, Illyria has hit the nail on the head. actually, Haymitch has said the same thing to Effie at least once in the years they've worked together, so it's not as if she's fazed, really. just-- well. it's just rude to put it like that. she prefers escorting the courageous tributes to the stage upon which their stories will come to a magnificent end whether they live or die!

Yes. In a manner of speaking.

[goodness, is anyone listening in on this? she could get into so much trouble! she checks her communicator. oh, good, no orders to stay put and wait for the Peacekeepers to come get her. whew!]

[ eww. is that shame? is that denial? ]

Regret seeps from your pores. And paranoia. Do you not believe in your cause?

Of course I do! It's honorable, and it maintains order!

[she can't help it if she feels sorry for the tributes sometimes, especially the little ones who cry for hours on the train and get training scores of 3 and 4 and get impaled within seconds of the opening gong--]

[paranoia, though. ...........wait, is Illyria one of President Snow's agents? ....oh goodness, well, Effie hopes she has saved face by this point]

[ oh. well, then. ]

You may well be a worthy priestess.

[ahaha what]

--Pardon?

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no it is the best i'm dying laughing over here!

WHERE IS THIS COMING FROM omg looool

right? i have no words, only squealing...

LOL I CAN'T

oh god abort ABORT

i can't breathe

i'm going to hell, right? where's my handbasket...

here you can share mine it's super swanky

/snuggles in

SO THIS TOOK FOREVER. AND I APOLOGIZE. and i hope back tagging is okay T_T