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.]

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Back home, it's always an even number, here, who can tell?

...are you in the Arena?

No, I'm in the library.

[Okay, she can't keep a rein on her temper right now, sorry Cinna. A rather explosive sigh, then she continues, more apologetic.]

Sorry. Yes. Yes, I've been in here since... Merlin knows. I've never seen a curse like it, it's absurd.

If you can find Katniss or Rue or Peeta, tell them I asked them to give you help if they can. I think that would be a nice alliance. Well worth sponsoring.

Finding anyone in this bloody place is a bit of a chore. But I'll keep that in mind if I run into them.

[Pause.]

Sponsoring?

[He's trying to keep his voice low.] In the games, things can be sent, medicines, food, simple supplies. They're sent by sponsors. I imagine the City will be so kind as to set up something similar.

If the City is feeling the generous, holiday spirit, then maybe. That sounds like it could be dead useful, but the question is—

[She goes silent as something nearby rustles the bushes and she draws in a breath, clearly ready to spring if she has to, but a few tense seconds pass and nothing happens. So she continues in a softer voice, lips close to the microphone.]

... the question is how to get sponsors, isn't it?

You're allowed to communicate with the outside, there's a start. But really, the best at the game get the sponsors. Kill, survive to kill again.

[Despite the danger of the situation, Ginny's voice rises to force her point.]

I'm not killing anyone, Cinna. I don't need anything that badly.

[His voice remains calm, sadly, he has experience keeping his calm.]

But people will try to kill you.

[Then there is something of a scoff on her end.]

That's nothing new.

[Whether she is speaking of this world or her own, though, is open to interpretation.]

I heard people can see what's happening.

There seem to be feeds available, yes. It's not any fun if we can't watch, after all, how could we place our bets?

[There's a moment of silence on her end, and it's impressive how Ginny is quite good at keeping so still for so long. Lying in wait to spring a trap on her brothers? Lying in wait to hex a Death Eater? Not so different now.

Then, quietly, almost dispassionately - but her expression belies more than her voice.]

Bets. That's disgusting.

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So are the amounts wagered.

People are actually doing that here?

[Come on, Ginny, don't sound so surprised. It is the City, after all.]

It's the way the game is played. On the inside and the out.

Betting on who stays alive? Gets the most kills? That's... medieval.

Perhaps, but it is what it is.

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And the answer is me.

[Guess who's back, back again. Finnick's back. Tell a friend.]

[There's a sharp breath drawn on her end, but there's no telling if that's a reaction to the voice coming out of her device or something in the playing field. Her voice is still soft.]

Finnick? Is that you?

All this time we've known each other, and you still don't recognize the sound of my voice? I'm hurt, Ginny.

I just didn't expect...

[No, that's a lie. There's a rustling of leaves as Ginny shifts where she's crouched, voice kept low and maybe even, despite the situation, a hint of teasing. Call it the twins' way of dealing with tension.]

I haven't heard it in so long, Finnick, I just couldn't believe my ears.

Then let me extend my sincerest apologies for making you wait.

Now's as good a time as any.

[A breath of laughter, but there's a tight edge to it.]

It's not like I'm doing anything. As long as you're alright. You're not in here, are you?

No. Are you safe? Secure on supplies? Allied with someone?

I'm managing. I wouldn't put it past the City to restrict my magic in some way in here, if it's really a competition like people are making it sound. A wand would be an unfair advantage, wouldn't it. But I haven't had to use it quite like that yet.

[A sigh on her end.]

And Godric help me keep it that way. Like I told Cinna, I'm not nearly desperate enough to get to that point.

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