conversations: human
conversations:  As you awake to the dawn of a new day, realisation hits you. This is it, the time has come for the Reaping of the 73rd Hunger Games. This has always been an unforgettable day throughout your life. For some reason, today has you feeling particularly nervous, dread filling your stomach.
  
  You rise and dress smartly, wearing the best clothes you have. As you leave your house, you join the growing throng of people filing towards the reaping itself. Peacekeepers line the way, their immaculate white uniforms and faceless helmets keeping you from recognising any of them. Their presence presses in on you, reminding you of the harsh reality. Two children are going to their deaths. Not today, but because of the events set in motion on this day. The thought hangs over everyone like a smothering fog.
  
  Just like all the other children in the district, you line up with those of the same age as you. Girls on one side, boys on the other. Your blood is taken by a peacekeeper at a desk, checking you in. The older children put on a brave face for the benefit of those that are younger, but everyone is afraid.
  
  Standing on the stage, stationed between two bowls filled with names, is an overweight, balding man. He wears an ill-fitting suit and is smiling broadly at the assembling children...
  
   
   Spoiler 
   Please post your character's general appearance and his/her mannerisms as the reaping takes place.  How it goes down is completely up to you.
   
conversations: Comissar:
conversations: human
conversations:  "This is it,"  thinks Kevin.  "Just need to get through this, and one more, and I'm fine. I'm safe."  He has been repeating this to himself for days, now, it seems. He's minimized his risk--he's taken very few tesserae, preferring to keep himself fed through...less official means. He tells himself taking a few scraps of meat for his own use isn't really theft, and that's usually all it is. Usually.
  
   "Just need to get through this. This, and one more."  He tells himself not to worry as he's lined up with the others. The odds are in his favor. As awful as it is, someone else is probably going to be the one to die. He tries telling this to the feelings that hang over him like a thundercloud, but they do not listen. Everything seems dull, and muted. He considers again that he is probably safe (or tries to), and at least he doesn't have any friends or family to be worried about. He realizes that that is a horrible thought but feels too sick to really care.
  
  The names are drawn slowly, ostentatiously. The ridiculous, bald, fat man is putting on a show for an audience that he doesn't seem to notice is more miserable than excited.
  
  With a feeling like being struck by lightening, Kevin hears his own name being read. Numbly, he is led to the stage. He is only half-aware as his arm is raised above his head. What is there for him to say? He is dead.
conversations: Cyclopean:
conversations: human
conversations:  Before Kevin's reaping, a young gnome named Kijin is called up to the stage. She comes quietly, her face resolute as she stands on stage. Her small stature makes her look younger than she likely is. After that, the Capitol man moves over to the boys bowl.
  
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  When it becomes clear that Kevin isn't going to make it up on his own, Peacekeepers move into the crowd to 'help' him to the stage. As he doesn't resist, little force is used to get him to the stage. Instead, he's escorted between four of the white clothed men. Once on stage, Kevin feels his arm lifted, and sees the Capital man doing the same with Kijin. " District 10, your tributes. Kijin and Kevin Beck! "
  
  There's a weak smattering of applause as the two tributes are lead inside the hall of justice. Once inside, the Capital man explains " You'll have a chance to say goodbye to your families and friends, of course, and I'll see you on the train. "
  
  He leads Kijin to her room first, a pair of peacekeepers stand outside. After that, he takes Kevin to his own room. Nobody waits inside and the room is occupied solely by a few bare chairs.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  You have free control over any NPC's you wish to introduce at this time. You can use this time to roleplay any goodbyes to friends or families you wanted to make. We'll move onto the train once you're ready.
   
conversations: Comissar:
conversations: human
conversations:  Spoiler 
  Just going to jump you ahead a bit here, feel free to do any goodbyes you wanted as a seperate time stamp. I'll give you and Kijin a joint IC after the parade's concluded.
   
  
  
  The speeding train catches your attention as it suddenly begins to slow.  For the last hour the train has been speeding along mountains and shooting through tunnels.  Finally it comes out of a final tunnel and the sun shines down upon it.  With it now slowing, the train track curves to the side and allows you to see in the distance the capital.
  
  A gigantic metropolis, it is comprised of countless metal buildings that stretch into the sky towards the clouds.  Never in your life have you seen such tall buildings.  Scattered along the skyline are floating ships that hang in the sky.
  
   
   Spoiler 
   
   
  
  
  The train continues to slow, and eventually closes into the city.  People line the track, waving to you as the train enters the capital.  The capital citizens are an odd bunch, all dressed in bright colors with bizarre hairstyles and some even have odd grafts on their bodies.  The sheer number of them decorating the pristine streets is mind boggling to you.
  
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  Once the train stops, your chaperone takes you to a nearby building.  There a team of highly trained capital employees take over cleaning you.  They scrub you clean on a level you've never felt before, removing a layer of skin from your body, thoroughly washing your hair, waxing body hair, and picking any specks of dirt that may be under your nails.
  
   
   Spoiler 
   IC - Hunger Games Thread 
   
conversations: Comissar: