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1st Design [voice]

[There’s a wry male voice, albeit a slightly confused one, speaking over the Network.]

Well, this certainly isn’t the Capitol, the fashion on the streets isn’t any I recognize and I could have sworn I was in a studio audience taking my bows just a moment ago.

...pity you couldn’t see the reason, it was absolutely perfect. She was perfect.

All of that aside, if someone could just tell me what District I’m in, that would be appreciated. I really should get back, I have more work to do.

[ooc: Sorry, guys, I was supposed to be off work three hours ago!]

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I thought I was dreaming. At first.

[ There are more sounds in the background as she wasn't far from the City Proper to begin with, for once, and in this pause her sigh gets lost in the other din. ]

But I swear to you, it's not a dream. Not a trick.

[ The danger is real. We are real. She isn't as good with words as Peeta and that isn't kept to the realm of public speaking. Katniss has always been bigger on gestures, actions, and in that sense it is part of what she has liked about Cinna so much. He channels his passion into his work but also something of him, and it doesn't need to be talked about though it is certainly what many people do talk about since all this began.

As for what isn't being discussed---when he is from, what has happened---she does have a partial intent to pursue it, but finding him at all comes first of course.

ooc; action in my next tag if that's okay or would you prefer to assume? <3 ]

I'm sorry, world?

Have you ever thought that there could be worlds other than the one you live in?

Not a dream, perhaps, but it's certainly a neat trick.

[ooc; Action is fine by me.]

The one is more than enough for me.

I don't know anything about any Districts, but if you think this is a basic device, and you know people here, I think you've got an advantage over a lot of people in the City.

And there's a great deal to be said about having an advantage.

[ When she arrives she is not out of breath but the feeling of being breathless has come along for the ride anyway; caused, she has little doubt by Cinna's arrival and the scattered evidence that big things are happening back at home, or that big things will. It's the weight of suspicion that colors everything, the Quell, the dress, the bows. What has happened? And yet even before she sees him, before she can ask anything at all, Katniss has a quiet feeling that her stylist may not tell her.

Stepping through the doors of Cafe Juliet, she peers around, her face that well-learned neutrality from years of not wanting people to be able to read her. ]

Most people have some kind of one, if they know how to use it.

I'm Curt Wild, by the way.

[His face is its usual perfect mask, completely belying the inner chaos of his thoughts. How have Snow's Peacekeepers managed this? How does one simply disappear in one location and end up in another? Why don't Katniss and Peeta know about the Quell?

And more importantly, how can he keep them from finding out?

His eyes on the door, he stands when she enters, waving that familiar cascade of beautiful hair and balanced features over to him. It's the only relief he's had since arriving over an hour ago. Well, mostly a relief, because if he's been sent here along with them, it meant his fate was sealed as well.]

Well, it's not nearly enough for whoever it is running the universe. Hang on.

[This is a guide ping.]

That's one of the guides. It'll at least explain things about this place better.

It's always best to use your talents when you can.

Cinna. A pleasure.

Really? How... useful.

I've been here long enough, so... I guess you can ask whatever you want. I'll try to explain it as best I can. There are just some things that you might not grasp right away.

[Spotting him as he stands, it takes her a little more effort to keep a regular pace of steps, to not hurry to him, but they don't need more of an audience than any world already is, so best not to draw more attention by making any kind of fuss. With Cinna there is a relief in a familiar face and voice but more than that, those of a man she trusts, one of very few. On the other hand the renowned stylist has brought with him the hard-hitting reality of District Twelve, of Panem on the whole and all it might mean for them when they return to it.

How to explain this is never an easy task, and Katniss most often does not bother, leaving it to those who know better or can at least say it better.

But in this case it is up to her. Her and Peeta maybe.

When she reaches him, she looks up, not sure what she should do or even of what she wants, only that she cannot read Cinna's expression for the life of her, cannot tell all the things he is not saying, or has not said. She remembers her own paranoia about the network well enough however, just another reason she has hastened here. ]

Hi.

[It is the most basic of starts, but she feels tongue-tied for anything else.]

[There's a pause as he thinks. There are questions he wants to ask, but can't. Who knows who's listening?]

Both Peeta and Katniss have mentioned being from other times, how does that work?

I don't know how it works specifically, like the logistics behind it or anything. But I do know that people from the same world can come here from different points in time at home. You might be a year ahead of them. Someone from my world might be a year behind me. Time here... moves differently than it does at home. While you're here, time will stop back in your District. So when you do go home, if you do go home, it'll be just like you never left.

Speaking of which, what were you taking your bows for?

[Always the eloquent one, his girl of fire. It brings a smile to his face, even if it's one tinged with worry. That Peeta is around somewhere gives him some peace, she's not here alone, but there's no one else on the team here, or so he's told and that gives him an odd feeling of... responsibility. Above and beyond anything he ever expected when he was angling for a position in the Games.

Still, the smile remains and he places his hands alongside her face.]

You wretched thing, you've let your eyebrows grow out again. What am I supposed to do with you, Katniss?

I designed what was possibly the most brilliant dress that's ever been created.

Yes, well, we would have noticed if they'd disappeared before... never mind.

You're a friend? Of Katniss' and Peeta's?

[For a moment all her sudden tumult of worry and uncertainty holds its collective breath and she only feels the kind of relief one can only define by experiencing it. When he says that it is all the more reason to be relieved rather than alarmed or aught else, though she wrinkles her nose at him before the slightest shake of her head, cheek pressing to palm one then the other as a result.]

Send me out just as I am?

[It is a joke, and here too is a dividing factor between Cinna and almost anyone else. All that talking on the phone, developing her 'talent' maybe. Something else, a common ground even if she isn't sure of what that common ground is except to be new and a surprising victor, or in Cinna's case, a hit. Only as the words leave her mouth does the brief burst of warmth thin, but it thinks quickly as she realizes the meaning of them; send her out, but to where? Why was he bowing? The photo shoot wasn't meant to be public, not live, not in a way that would call for bows anyway.

What has happened? She doesn't want to know, but ultimately she may need to.]

Except I don't know where you would be sending me out to.

I know them. I'd say more friendly acquaintances than friends right now. I haven't known them very long.

Oh yeah? What did it look like?

And have that be a reflection on my talents as a stylist? Hardly. Besides my little protege, you know better than that.

[He's not fond of the pretense, knowing how little she cares for the games she's forced to play, but if the Capitol was watching, somewhere, the old facades must stay in place. There's a time to be defiant, an art and a style to it, and now is not that time.

He motions to the seat at the small table he'd been at, they could at least sit and talk as best they could. Disappearing off into... well, somewhere else would look suspicious.]

A girl like you might be sent anywhere, the champion, the pride and joy of the Games, you should always be prepared for anything.

[Words with double meanings, you could be sent into danger, you could be sent to a party and if you're not ready...]

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