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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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But for what it's worth, welcome to the City.

The City? You're not the first to say, although I am a bit hesitant about believing this.

So was I, honestly. Some people seem to accept it fairly quickly but I suppose that's because this sort of thing isn't unusual in their world. I mean, I've got magic in mine too but nothing like this.

[pause] Magic?

[...pause of her own.]

Well.

It exists, you know. Here, especially, but in some other places too.

No. There's marvels of technology that can make things look like magic, but there's no actual, real magic.

[And then a soft snort from the witch. She won't force anyone to believe in magic, she knows they'll seei t for themselves here.]

What d'you think this all is, then? An absurdly realistic dream?

Well, it's simple enough to drug a person and transport them unawares.

Did you walk in here or wake up here? I would've thought the same thing if I didn't just stumble into the Square. Mind you, when I arrived, I was entering a room that changes its appearance. But I'm quite certain an entire city's beyond its abilities.

Paralytic agents and technologies that freeze a person in place can easily account for "appearing" in a place standing still.

... Your world sounds delightful.

It has it's moments.

So does mine. So does this place. You'll see.

[Pause.]

And I'm Ginny Weasley, by the way.

Cinna. A pleasure and forgive my manners. It's becoming quite the interesting... day. Although it still feels like night to me.

Taking your bows, right?

Quite right.

Classic City timing, of course. Interrupting things. I've left and come back once, right in the middle of a family thing. Bloody irritating, I'll tell you that.

I can imagine it would be. No one likes their lives interrupted, especially if it's at the whims of another.

Exactly so. You've heard of the deities, then?

[He was referring to the government back home and the Games, but the Deities work, too.]

A young woman named Claire sent me a guide of sorts.

[Ginny could have chosen to see his comment in the same terms. The government and the war. But such heavy topics can be put aside.]

Claire Bennet? She's my friend and roommate. She's been here long enough to have a better understanding than most, I reckon. Not that that's anything to be pleased about, in my opinion; we'd all like to go home at some point.

Yes, home. And how does one go about getting there?

Honestly? No idea. The one time I did go home, I was just opening my bedroom door and saw my school instead of the hallway. It's more luck than anything else, I think.

Not sure I believe in luck.

Tell me, how long have you been here?

About a year and a half. It'll be two in December. I keep saying I don't like to keep count, but I suppose I can't help it.

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