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Prompts

It's springtime in your brand-new home, villagers! Many exciting new experiences await you, although you might want to take care; not all are for the faint of heart.

NEW FRIENDS - Congratulations, you are now the lucky recipient of the undying love and devotion of your very own CROC-DOG. Maybe you fed it, or maybe you just didn't run away screaming when you saw it. Regardless, it's your buddy now through thick and thin. Constantly. Everywhere. All the time. We hope you're up for some companionship!

LET YOUR EENT SHINE DOWN - You've come across a SHINE BIRD. You heard its call. Now you can expect an hour's worth of sudden, intense increase in one of four emotions: Joy, sorrow, rage or loneliness. It's entirely possible you'll be apologizing to some people tomorrow.

SPRING IN SPRING - Hey look, it's everybody's favorite prompt: It's warm enough now that it's not completely crazy to go have a dip in the HOT SPRINGS. Naked. And then accidentally get caught.

WILDCARD - Choose your own adventure. Maybe play powers roulette.

Texts

All characters are fitted with a smart watch-like device on their left wrist, which they can use to send text messages to other villagers.

- Texts may only be 140 characters long
- No video or voice, text only
- No usernames, everyone is listed by their name

Please list your CHARACTER NAME, CANON & PROMPT in your SUBJECT LINE.

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"Maybe they have." Everyone in 12 had known about the black market, because everyone in 12 had been born there and therefore been there from the start. Maybe in this place, wherever this is, it's hidden from the newcomers until one of them finds it. He certainly wouldn't tell someone he didn't know about something illicit until he knew he could trust them.

"Not as much as I was." Some still, but it has eased somewhat. It's why he had ventured out today instead of staying in the house. But he knows that he's got a long way ahead of him yet before it's over completely.

"Good. Because I'm not as nice as Peeta is about it," Katniss says, even though it's not really necessary. She's never had Peeta's skill with people and her patience with Haymitch is usually thin and frayed even when he's not suffering through withdrawal. She's never been addicted to anything. She doesn't intend to start.

"It's probably better you just quit cold turkey anyway, I guess. Not likely we can make anything here without a couple months for it to lay in the ground and by the time it was even worth drinking, you'd be out of the worst of the sickness. I know why you do it but still - a clear head keeps you safer."

"I noticed that about you." It had been pretty obvious, from the start. Even during the mentoring. Katniss was the one with the skills for survival, but Peeta was the friendly face, the one he could easily find sponsorship for. Katniss had been a hard sell in the Capitol.

"Are you trying your hand at mentoring now?" It's advice that is about as helpful as the first advice he'd given her and Peeta.

"Hardly. I need you alive so you can keep me alive. It's strictly selfish," Katniss says. That's not really the truth but it's easier to say something barbed than to admit she does have feelings for Haymitch. He'd been a stumbling, annoying drunk when she first met him but now, on the other side of victory, she knows that everyone has to do something to cope with the survivor's guilt. Haymitch had turned to alcohol. The victors from 6 had turned to morphling.

"No tremors? No headaches, no vomiting? I'm not as good with medicine as my mother but I can try."

"You're pretty good at that all by yourself." Seeing as she had kept not only herself alive to make it out of the arena but Peeta too. Twice, even. It's hard enough to do once. He knows, all too well.

He knows that there's a building here that some call a hospital, and that there are some who work there, providing aid to those who need it. Their abilities might be closer to Katniss' mother's skills than Katniss' more limited skills, but he doesn't know them. For all he knows, they're working for the Capitol.

He presses the palms of his hands against his eyes. Part of the reason for coming to the hot springs had been to try and get some relief, but it hasn't helped much so far. "It's just headaches now." And the nightmares, but he'd have those anyway.

“Headaches can be just as painful,” Katniss says. She might not be as empathetic as some but she does worry about Haymitch and she doesn’t want him suffering. For one, she needs his help. He knows more about arenas than anyone else here and she needs his experiences to be able to survive this one.

“My mother used to use willow bark for them - when she couldn’t get morphling, anyway.” She rarely had access to it other than from Mayor Undersee’s wife.

"If you can find some, I'll drink anything you give me." Which isn't something he'd say to most people, or at least not those from Twelve. He doubts that even if she could find morphling here that she'd give him any, because morphling does the same thing alcohol does, and he knows well how she feels about that.

"If you think it will help."

"It'll keep you from hallucinating," Katniss says dryly. "If you're going to be of any use to me out here, I need you in your right mind."

Haymitch can be somewhat functional on a certain amount of alcohol and it is key to maintain that level - no more and no less.

"Yes ma'am." Katniss is the one who knows how to hunt, and to forage. If she's going to be of use to him, he'll do as she says. It wasn't his his ability to acquire food that kept him alive in the arena, after all. (Not that such an ability would have been of any use at the time anyway.)

"You're just going to agree that easily? Maybe I should have promised you alcohol before," Katniss says, laughing a little at how simple it was to win that battle. Not all battles are easily won, though, and she sighs a little and rubs the bridge of her nose as she thinks.

"We have to figure out how to get out of here, what the trick of it is."

"Sometimes you know what you're talking about." And it makes sense to listen when she does. Besides, he needs things from her, too. Arguing with her will get him nowhere.

"There's no force field this time." Or at least not one that he's found, and yes, he's looked. It would seem that they're learning. "How they're keeping everyone in is still a mystery."

"It just seems like this place goes on forever. I wouldn't need that many supplies to go out and try to find the edge of it, not really. The land seems like it's full of game. I haven't had anyone trying to kill me and it doesn't seem like these gamesmakers are very interested in programming hardships," Katniss says.

"I could probably just hunt and camp my way across the whole place until I got out. Wherever out is, anyway."

"I'm sure you could." She has the skills for it, for sure. And she's right, there haven't been many threats to their survival by those who set this up. Not directly, anyway, which is what the gamemakers like to do best.

And he's not going to suggest that she take anyone with her. She wouldn't, and the whole point of the games is to get yourself out, not to drag half the arena with you. "Once you find the way out."

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