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]

[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."

[Private]

[originaljackass]

"... should I help?"

[Private]

[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.

[Private]

[originaljackass]

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