threadthefire | 17th Design [voice/video]

To all of those invited to the private tours of passionné today, I have to apologize in advance. You are still more than welcome to come by, but I warn you that everything of value has been covered to protect it from my more recent... acquisitions. And speaking of, does anyone know what this one is?

[The camera clicks on for a moment to show a Resplendant Quetzal perched on his arm.]

I recognize the others, but this one is a mystery to me.

[In the background, you can also see three peacocks. All of them are tethered to Cinna's wrist by fine silver chains.

Suddenly the device is dropped and when it stops bouncing and spinning, you can look up to see Cinna batting at his head.]

That is my ear you buzzing little menace, not a flower!

[Stopping, he sinks back into his office chair and as he reaches for the device on the floor, you can see a tiny pair of hummingbirds, their needle-like beaks poking at Cinna's head, probably wondering where all of their delicious nectar had gotten to. They too are tethered, the chains so thin as to almost be invisible, but they glint in the afternoon light coming in the office.

Rubbing the side of his face, he sighs before he speaks.]

As I said, you can still come, just... advising you of the situation.

[He turns the camera off.]

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You've got...a lot more than Finnick.

I noticed. [And he's not very happy about it either.]

Maybe you should harvest some feathers.

I intend to. I was telling Angela, I'm thinking perhaps a line of hats?

Well you know better than I do.

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[At first, there's a wolf whistle--not from Angela, definitely. She's too busy being amused at that being the strongest tone of voice she's ever heard from Cinna.]

Fancy.

Very. The feathers are gorgeous, I think perhaps a line of hats?

Ugly hats! Ugly hats!

I think he's stated his opinion on your design choices.

He doesn't count, he'll be gone tomorrow.

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Do you want some help?

[ To be honest she has no idea what kind of help she can offer...and she has six of her own but they're much less rambunctious than Cinna's...er...flock. ]

Do you have any today? I didn't think to check as I was dragging my little menagerie out of the apartment this morning.

Six, all mockingjays. But I could still come in. They don't exactly take up a lot of room and their leads are long.

Could I bother you to bring me something to eat? The idea of trying to herd these down to the cafe isn't a pleasant one.

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[ HEY CINNA. GUESS WHAT ARIADNE HAS SIX (http://senoracoelho.wikispaces.com/file/view/Quetzal.jpg/57716692/Quetzal.jpg) OF. They're scattered across the room around her, each bound by rough lengths of butcher's twine. One is sitting on her shoulder, much to her chagrin. ]

It's called a quetzal.

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...you seem to have several. [He's a little jealous. Oh, to have all of his the same size.]

Six, actually. [ The ones scattered around the room are chatty, but the one (http://www.geodyssey.co.uk/costa-rica/_images/slideshow-defaults/costa-rica-quetzals.jpg) on her arm is docile and attentive, watching her talk with a quirk of its tiny head. ] You seem to have an entire aviary.

Unfortunately. The... quetzal, did you say? The quetzal seems fairly content. [He angles his device and you can see it on his (covered and protected) shoulder.]

But the hummingbirds hardly stop and the peacocks seem to want to go in opposite directions.