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First Dispatch. How Utterly Dreadful. Voice.

[Anyone who meets Effie in this post will meet her in full Capitol fashion and makeup. She landed in the shop, you see. A stiff turquoise-blue structured gown, fortunately, landed beside her.

And the wig -- thank the Senate! There were plenty of wigs and there was HER wig, tight and blond and curled and fabulous -- and the new violet wings sprouting from her shoulders were quite irregular but one never drew attention to one's irregularities. If anyone asked, they were Fashion. With any luck everyone who was anyone in the Capitol would be wearing similar ones, soon.

The makeup took a bit longer. Effie finally settled on green because green is one of her Power Colors and it IS almost spring, after all. She drew her lips in a pursed bow to reflect her dissatisfaction with everything.

It had only taken a quick readthrough of the Guide for Effie to grasp somewhat what was going on. It wasn't terribly shocking, but it was highly disappointing. She'd wanted to be in the Capitol for Katniss and Peeta, not transferred to a new post just at the height of a possible professional and personal triumph. Her charges were brilliant! Cinna had shown their fire to everyone. The sensation had been rampant and her promotion near-assured. Effie Trinket's star had been rising in the Capitol, the heart of Panem and civilization.

And then Someone had Bumped her. It was the only explanation for all of this business of waking up in a clothing store in what was obviously a cheap, outlying serfdom of Panem. A lesser woman would have called that Bumping Someone a dirty word, but Effie had dignity and would find other ways to trample that usurper into dust once she got back on her feet and back to the Capitol.]

Attention, Attention:

[Her usual rather chirpy voice is a bit tempered by the fact that she has only recently awakened in a clothing shop in a strange town.]

Would any available Peacekeepers in District Luceti please report to the Clothing Emporium? I repeat: any available Peacekeepers. The Diplomatic Escort for the Tributes requires a full compliment of Security. [Yes: she was still clinging to what she assumed was her now-stripped title and position.]

Thank you.

[[[[IMPORTANT NOTE: While Effie WILL be in full Capitol couture clothing and makeup for this post, some of my icons are simply those of her PB, Elizabeth Banks. I will probably try to MOSTLY use the icons from the Hunger Games movie but just assume she's all made up and dressed to the very weird nines even if you get a plain Elizabeth Banks icon! THANKS.]]]]]

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It is not quite as welcoming as I would find in the Capitol. [NOW there is a tiny bit of bitterness beneath the sweet tone. Effie's still unhappy about her perceived demotion.] But I suppose outliers don't worry terribly about ceremony. What is your role here?

[She needs to slot everyone into their proper echelon, role, class, organization, etc. Effie needs to know the pecking order.]

The clothing emporium. Fortunately I have found a great many of my things here.

[And she'll probably need someone to CARRY THEM for her. : /]

As do I! It is good to speak to someone who appreciates order and prosperity! What is your name, dear?

Captiol? The capital of where?

[He blinks at the question, giving her a bemused look.]

Me? I'm a mage, amongst other things. There's not really money here so jobs are kind of... voluntary.

Ah, a military man of rank. It was promising.

She dropped a brusque curtsy. "A pleasure, Major. As for myself, I was working in quite a high position in the Capitol."

Said with the implication of and I shall again, once I figure out how to climb back into Their good graces.

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[She tries to keep any misgivings out of her voice. One should never appear dissatisfied with one's position.]

Oh? And why not, Peacekeeper?

[She'll try to ignore this circling for as long as she can. Finally:]

Yes?! May I help you?

[At least this one ha a polite tone and manner about him.]

I find that unfortunate; a representative of the Capitol can always do with a few good Peacekeepers in a pinch.

They generally come uniformed, highly trained, and ready at a moment's notice to put down any unpleasant misbehavior in the Districts.

[Translation: riot gear, practiced killers, absolutely no mercy in the face of any perceived dissension.]

Panem. The Capitol in Panem. [She doesn't feel too uncomfortable explaining this. Effie has at least some understanding that she has been ousted to a very far-away place indeed. It makes her all the more determined to somehow regain her former glory.]

And what sort of jobs have you volunteered for thus far?

Could I ask what a "Peacekeeper" is? Is it a special title or rank in your world?

Dear Miss Trinkett,

I afford a lady the respect she is due; I, however, do not waste such kindness on fools or the ignorant, both of which you are proving to be. At such time as you remove your cranium from your posterior, I will reconsider your 'position' and act accordingly. Until then, your claim to both 'lady' and 'position' is laughable from my point of view.

Next lesson, ma'am; don't judge a book merely by sight. I am a lot more familiar with this waste of a social game than you think I am. You might want to quit while you still have the illusion of being 'ahead'.

Regards,
Derek Bliss

The simplest explanation is that they keep the peace. They are the military wing of the Capitol, dispatched to the Districts to maintain order, reinforce rules, and guard transports of both manufactured goods and raw materials back to the center of Panem.

[It's the kindest answer Effie can give. While the Peacekeepers are required to protect her, she has always found them a little unnerving. Maybe even a little scary, although she would never be able to explain why this is.]

It would be difficult to keep the Districts in line without them. May I enquire as to your name and reason for your interest in this subject?

I swear if you start talking about Big Brother and Freedom is Slavery, I am walking out.

[He rubs his forehead for a moment.]

Never heard of it. I'm from England myself. Part of the Commonwealth.

[Jobs... well...]

Well, I added something to the wards around a couple of places. And research, I've been doing plenty of that. Why does it matter?

Dear Mr. Bliss,

Never -- never -- have I been spoken to in such a manner! I did not reach the position I earned through ignorance or foolishness. However, I see no need to prove my worth to you. Clearly the only social waste here is you. Until you have something worthwhile to say, you had best keep your remaining thoughts to yourself and learn not to spread them about where they are not wanted.

Ms. Trinket.

[On some level she can't believe he dares to say these things PUBLICLY. WHAT WILL THE MALNOSSO THINK?!?!?!??!]

[She files this information away in a tidy place in her mind: that bit of brain that keeps track of people and their place in the world. It's a very important part of her brain, to be certain.

Also she has no idea what all of this "Big Brother" and "Freedom is Slavery" stuff is about. Effie gives him a brief, quizzical smile. She doesn't want to be impolite just in case he turns out to be Someone Important. Or to KNOW someone important.]

Of course it matters! One wants to be recognized for one's achievements. Tell me the function of a ward?

[Magic does not really exist in Panem.]

I see...

[The "military wing" part paints the picture well enough for him.]

I am Saleh. I was curious to understand the term "Peacekeeper" better so that I may provide a more accurate answer to your original question. Unfortunately, the answer remains that I've not seen any such "Peacekeepers" by your definition.

We do have some small organizations dedicated to keeping peace, but they go by different names. And some of us offer assistance to those in need on a personal level.

I see. Would you mind telling me what these organizations are called?

[Effie trusts organizations FAR more than she trusts individuals. Organizations are where all the power, opportunity, and safety lie. Outsiders are pretty much doomed, and individuals are imprisoned.]

[He catches the quizzical look and shrugs it off.]

It's a book reference. 1984. About a totalitarian government and constant government surveillance and... stuff.

...it was required reading for one of my classes at university.

[He shakes his head. Ugh achievements. Like he didn't get enough from his brother about living up to his potential.]

It's protection. A shield to protect against attacks, physical and magical.

One is called the Blue Rogues. Another is called Brave Vesperia. The New Feather guide should cover these organizations and more.

[He really should be better than this. He really should, but...]

Dear Miss Trinket,

You may want to get used to it. There are certain folks here that will coddle you in your delusions. Unfortunately for you, though, not many. And there will be people who will be a lot harsher on you than I am if you continue to act this way.

And you've already 'proven' you're a downright idiot. It's a wonder you managed to survive leaving your rooms even in your own world.

That must be what the guards you don't have here are for, correct?

By the way, the only way people can be shut up is if there is an oppressive force in attendance to do so. The fact that the Malnosso have not cut my feed to you should tell you something about the lack of said force here, and just how much they don't value you for anything except what I've already told you about. They monitor these journals pretty closely.

Sincerely,
Derek Bliss

[She's fairly certain that the Malnosso have some kind of Black List and Derek Bliss is on it. So she's not going to spend a lot of time arguing.]

Dear Mr. Bliss,

Bless your heart! Let's hope so, for your sake.

Ms. Trinket.

[Sadly, she's probably overestimating his importance to them to an impossible level, especially since he hasn't attacked any of their scientists this time around when he wakes up in their labs.]

Dear Miss Trinket,

I know so. I just hope it doesn't scar your psyche too badly when you've realized just how wrong you were.

As for blessings, I'm already good on that score, but thank you.

Derek Bliss

P.S--If you should come to your senses, and decide you might want to learn a more useful skill than being an overpaid figurehead, I will try and help train you, if you have no other options. I'm at least that much of a gentleman.

Have a nice day.

The Blue Rogues.

[They sound DANGEROUS. Saboteurs, probably.]

Brave Vesperia, yes. I did read a mention of them, but it sounds as though I shall have to go back and look it over again. Do you belong to either of these organizations?

Dear Mr. Bliss --

I'll let you know, shall I?

[NEVER EVER. NOT EVER. UGH. Of course she doesn't realize how Bon Jovi you look yet, but still. NO.]

Sincerely,

Ms. Trinket

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