threadthefire | 10th Design [accidental voice/video]

[This is Cinna.
This is Cinna reading the network. It's silent as the realization finally dawns on him.
This is Cinna dropping the network device and the sound of his receding footsteps and a shout, barely heard before the door slams shut.]

Rue? Finnick!

[The device remains silent before it times out, only to click on again, much later. This time you can see Cinna, sitting in his living room, deceptively calm.]

Greetings, City. If I may, a moment of your time.

It's come to my attention that a rather peculiar Game is being played today. It's a popular one back home, and I simply can't resist playing along so tell me, should one want to sponsor one of our noble and talented Tributes, who should I talk to?

And if you're interested in sponsoring anyone, I have several suggestions I'd like to make, you won't be sorry.

After all, some bets never change.

[ooc: Back-dated to early this morning, just after Katniss' post. Also, he responses might be strange and vague - he's going into Capitol mode and you just don't scream about rescuing people in public at times like these.]

Dunno 'bout you, but I got a couple'a Oranges on that thing in the blue armor to survive.

[Ginny's voice comes through in a hiss, like she's working on staying undetected.]

D'you have any idea of how many are stuck in here?

Cinna. I'm fine right now. Haven't found Peeta or Katniss yet, but I'm looking for them. I haven't heard anything from Finnick, so I don't know how he is.

I'll be okay. Sponsor those who might need help.

[Finnick is actually, y'know, chilling listlessly in his bedroom, staring at the ceiling. Just like he has been the past several days now.]

[OOC: FORGIVE MY TARDINESS my internet died for NINE HOURS but I am back now!]

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