Fourth Dispatch: It's Not What You Think. Voice.

[trinkett]

Dear Fellow Residents of Luceti,

Wouldn't it be entertaining to put on some Games here in Luceti? Not that the Cultural Fair wasn't amusing, or any of the other activities going on here -- but true gladiatorial games. The pitting of one creature against another! Think of the thrill and drama and the release that goes along with that sort of entertainment! And here in Luceti we are ideally suited for a very exciting Games indeed.

Who would you sponsor or volunteer for this entertainment? Or would it all be...

[There is a pause here.]

Pokey-mans? I find human beings MUCH more interesting to watch, personally.

Comments

[Written] - i'm sorry?

[deadalready]

[Cato is writing because it's easier than talking, he can't really get his thoughts down if he's making himself angry thinking about it. Writing takes more time but it's worth it.]

What.

[Yes, so much to add.]

[written] ahahah!

[trinkett]

......Yes?

[What what.]

[written]

[deadalready]

[Don't what what me, you know what.]

I'm going to hope for your sake that this doesn't end up happening.

[...wait what?]

[written]

[trinkett]

[oh my god that icon]

It is of the sake of everyone in the village, my dear boy, that I hope that it DOES happen. Think of how much enthusiasm we could rally!

[written]

[deadalready]

[couldn't resist.]

We don't need a redo of the Games. Nobody does.

[written]

[trinkett]

Well of course not a re-do of the Hunger Games. That wouldn't be proper at all!

[Not to mention it would be semi-suicidal of her to gun for that.]

[written]

[deadalready]

[And the steam is taken out of Cato just like that.]

What the hell are you proposing then?

[written]

[trinkett]

Soccer! Or perhaps FOOTBALL. [Sports Cato would probably know about if he hadn't grown up where, when, and how he had.]

[written]

[deadalready]

I have no idea what either of those are.

[The closest thing he got to sport was combat practice. The kids at the Academy made it their competitive sport. Highly encouraged by their trainers of course.]

[written]

[trinkett]

You should look into football, at the least. There are books at the library on the subject. And with your build and talents...


I think you would be quite successful at it.

[written]

[deadalready]

I'll do that.

[He's going to have to go to the library now. oh dear.]

Be careful, Miss. Trinkett. [He's not sure if he should call her something else or not...but Miss. seems like it works.]

People [Clove.] don't want to be reminded of the Games.