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

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[onlyeffie]

[Clint had killed him. Effie didn't need anyone to fill in the blanks on that.]

The Inquisitors in Panem don't use whips.

[Wow, that was lame. Was that all she could manage in this conversation? Torture is part of life in the Capitol, just as it was through the Districts. Punishment was an art form.



She's not supposed to be talking about this. No one is ever supposed to discuss this.]

Don't tell Katniss.

[action -- PROBABLY SOMETIME AFTER SIX O'CLOCK.]

[asthehawkflies]

There are plenty of other ways to make someone suffer.

[It's said in an almost matter of fact way, because it is for him, sick as it sounds. He's seen the worst of human nature.]

I'm pretty sure she can probably guess on her own. She's smart. She's got good eyes.

[action -- PROBABLY SOMETIME AFTER SIX O'CLOCK.]

[onlyeffie]

NO. I mean...don't tell her we discussed this. Or about ANY of this, really. Or -- you may mention to her that you've met me.








Please.

[action -- PROBABLY SOMETIME AFTER SIX O'CLOCK.]

[asthehawkflies]

I can't make that promise. If she brings it up, I won't pretend it never happened. But I won't bring it up myself.

[action -- PROBABLY SOMETIME AFTER SIX O'CLOCK.]

[onlyeffie]

Fine.



She won't bring it up.

[Effie speaks with more assurance than she feels before turning away to stalk out the door. The wig will have to be fixed before she can show her face in public. The whole thing has been too humiliating for words.]