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

[Private]

[originaljackass]

"Feel free to elaborate on them."

Though relieved that he managed to survive that question without issue, he was not above indulging himself in flattery. He loved hearing how awesome he was. It was one of the things he missed about Hollywood. Everyone was willing to kiss his ass when he was around.

[Private]

[inyourfavor]

She thought for a moment. "You've been very good to me, even when we first met -- even when I was a stranger to you. You're very handsome, even when you let the beard-stubble get a bit out of control." Or maybe BECAUSE of that -- she still hadn't figured that one out.

"And you're honest. I can trust you."

Hell, she missed him like crazy when he was gone precisely because he was the only person she felt she COULD trust.

[Private]

[originaljackass]

If Jack was any sort of decent, he'd inform her that trusting him was the absolute worst thing anyone could possibly do (second only to sharing a bed with him).

"You'll always be able to trust me."

[Private]

[ruthlessismore]

"I know." Her voice warmed more than it generally ever did. This meant a lot to her, especially right now. "Thank you for that, Jack."

[Private]

[originaljackass]

"Anytime." Somewhere, deep down in that recess where his heart probably was, he felt the slightest twinge of guilt. He rectified this by not addressing it. "So. When should I expect you for dinner?"

[Private]

[ruthlessismore]

"I...have business tonight."

Six o'clock -- Battledome.

[Private]

[originaljackass]

Business sounded somewhat ominous. But he didn't question it.

"... and after?"

[Private]

[ruthlessismore]

If she's still alive?

"I'm not sure how long it will take, but after works. I might need you."

[Private]

[originaljackass]

Now he felt a smidge more concerned.

"What kind of business is this?"

[Private]

[happyhungergames]

"I've got to meet a man in order to teach him a bit of civility."

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[originaljackass]

"... should I help?"

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[happyhungergames]

"Jack. My diplomatic skills are HIGHLY sought-after in the Capitol!"

This was sort of true, although she'd been stuck with the crappiest District.

"I'll be fine. I like my steak rare, by the way."

[Private]

[originaljackass]

Jack was not convinced. However, he let it go. But he was going to be pissed if she got hurt and he missed out on sex.

"Then I won't need as much warning that you're coming."

[Private]

[trinkett]

He's really the best guy, that Jack Horner.

"I always come right on time, Mister Horner."

THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN A DOUBLE ENTENDRE WHO KNOWS.

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[originaljackass]

"I know you do. Don't be too long."