Sixth Dispatch | Action

[trinkett]

[Since her return, Effie hasn't been up to talking over the journals. Mostly she's been listening and trying to recover -- locked away in Katniss's house until Jack Horner returned, and then locked away in Horner's house. She hasn't wanted to be around people -- not with her face and much of her body still sporting some pretty vicious-looking scars.

In Capitolista culture, scars are just about the death-knell to any self-respecting woman's social life, career -- you name it.

Today, though, she is going to venture out to pick up some walnut-free cookies for Jack and some clementines for Clementine and some romance novels for herself. Bodice-rippers. Real smutty, steamy stuff that's perfect for escapism, even if one can only escape for a few hours per book. It's worth it.

Find her at the library and the grocery store. She will be wearing a cloak pulled almost all the way over her face, a scarf around the lower half of her face, and elbow-length gloves; tall boots and tights cover any evidence of violence on her legs. She's trying not to draw attention to herself, though she is wearing complete make-up and bright green wig.]

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[stillplaying]

[She had noticed, upon returning to Luceti, Effie's strange behavior. The way she had opted to stay sheltered indoors rather than be her overly social self. There was a change in wardrobe (though, truth be told, that took longer to notice). A quiet reservation to the woman that Katniss didn't recall ever seeing before.

While she had wondered what had happened, if it had anything to do with the woman's kidnapping, she hadn't pried. Instead, she had given Effie her space. Even attempted to be nicer than normal, something easier done once Effie moved out again. But if anything, the absence made her worry a little more. She didn't like it, knowing Effie was some place she couldn't keep watch over.

So when Katniss encounters Effie at the grocery store, the look of relief on her face is obvious. She's out and about, not hiding in Jack's home anymore.

Even a small smile is offered. The rare sort, one actually meant.]

[savedtheworld]

[Aang is at the grocery store, collecting a small mount of fruit snack packages in a basket and scanning the latest one intently.]

[fashionably_strong]

[It's hard to miss that bright green wig, even if the clothing isn't what Bulla's accustomed to Effie wearing. Usually, Effie isn't going out of her way to hide herself, but that's what it looks like she's doing right now.

Bulla approaches, concerned, but trying to smile in greeting.]

Hi Effie.

[generalflirt]

[Well here's here! In the grocery store! Drinking a soda! He's lamenting his time of only T-shirts and tank tops is gone for now, because he's got a hoodie on. But it's cool because he does have weirdly too tight skinny jeans on, as he leans back against the counter, drinking this soda... mostly he's just not at the convenience store right now]

[greenjacketed]

...It was the wig. The wig was unmistakeable. And Sharpe supposed that there might have been some other someone bounding about with bright green hair, but it was unlikely. And he'd come to know her stride, her demeanour, her height -- with or without the heels. Living only briefly with her, he'd absorbed these details -- unknowingly capturing them in his memory in the same way he might learn the curvature of landscape or the pitch of a possible battlefield. Richard Sharpe had an eye for detail, but it usually took war to bring it into view. Here, in Luceti, his perception was allowed to run rampant. So he surprised himself when he recognized Effie at a glance and across the shelf-crowded library.

He ducked behind a rack of magazines. It wouldn't do, he supposed, to reveal why he was here. Miss Sage had agreed to tutor the soldier in his letters -- leaving room for more advanced learning than he currently possessed. It wasn't something he was ready to share with anyone, least of all Effie Trinket. Perhaps he could sneak out without her seeing.