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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.]]]]]
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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Doesn't look like any type of clothes I've seen.
[But, other worlds, other fashions.]
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I am sorry, my dear. I suppose not everyone is as fortunate as I.
Action; wow thanks email for not giving me a notif sorry about that
Uh, right. So, you're new to Luceti aren't you?
[Because he's pretty sure he'd have seen this circus act around the village if she wore stuff like that often.]
It's okay! action
What is your name, child?
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[He sounds completely surprised, if not, horrified at such a statement. This place was awful, if only for the fact the Malnosso would just take you and screw with your head or whatever.
Henry's about to call her nuts when she asks him his name. She's safe this time.]
My name's Henry. What about you?
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[He's sort of hoping whoever looks like him doesn't wear that stuff.]
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[Yes! It's SUCH a good thing to look like this boy!]
It took ten skewers, I believe. Very exciting!
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You...you just watched someone get killed!?
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Yes. But his memory is kept alive by instant replay.
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[Oh God what was wrong with this woman!?]
Why didn't you help him!?
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[What?]
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It's far more unheard of NOT to watch. Everyone watches!
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You...what does that mean?
[Henry is rightly confused right now. What did this woman mean they just watched?]
it's okay!
[Mostly because of force and desperation.]
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What's wrong with your world!? That's terrible!
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Terribly entertaining, yes. Most people agree, my dear boy. Now I won't hear one more word against it! No world is perfect!
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[Sorry, Effie, but Henry will not go quiet. This was just horrid on so many levels.]
They may not all be perfect, but, I at least know some of them don't round people up so they can kill each other.
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[But even though she hasn't quite realized it yet, Effie HAS begun to question. Katniss has brought that out in her. She will deny it to the ends of the earth, though.]
I'm sorry that the truth, that reality, upsets you so.
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Someone will stop you in your world. Whoever made that horrible game. Because good always wins over evil.
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I'm sorry -- I just don't see the world in those terms. It is a very optimistic outlook you have there, though. That is commendable I suppose.
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[Yup, she is completely dismissing your reality.]
Ta!