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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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Tar Valon. I haven't heard of it, though I understand we are all brought here from different worlds. What is your role here?
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[Moiraine's right hand shifts subtly, revealing a ring in the shape of a serpent eating it's own tail.]
I am Aes Sedai, of the White Tower. Though I suspect that will mean little to you.
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[One could hope, though]
Yes, in a sense it is. The center of Aes Sedai power in the world.
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[She will neglect to mention, of course, that there are significantly fewer Aes Sedai than there were even a hundred years ago.]
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[Her world is dominated by a patriarchal government, so this is impressive.]
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[Moiraine's part of a matriarchal order of mages that secretly runs most of the world...so her views are probably skewed]
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[Maybe someday she'd get District 1 or 2.]
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[Her eyebrow does raise though. This...sounds decidedly strange, given the context of this sentence]
And would you follow me? I can help you find the Welcome center, where you can find help with housing. We can talk on the way, of course.
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She won't let that get her down.]
Of course! I suppose our ways will strike strangers as different, but I assure you, it is all in the name of culture and excitement and history.
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Oh? What makes your ways so distinctive?
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[And that has baffled her. In Panem, Effie represents the very height of style.]
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[That is an understatement. She's fairly convinced you are some sort of whore. But she's far, far too refined to say anything of the sort. And gestures to her blue silk dress]
Simpler might do you better here.
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[Obviously.]
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[What class they are a part of; what dignity is due them.]
How do you tell slave from free? One District dweller from another? Who is highest ranked in your councils?
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That would depend on which nation you come from. Where I am from, only nobles may wear a keisora [She touches a dangling blue jewel on her forehead], and the more elaborate the jewel, the higher one's station. [Hers is...quite large. In Cairhien she was of royal blood.]
In other lands, it could be cords of rank on ones arm or signet rings. Though we do not condone slavery. It is simply not done.
Now, what is a District? This seems to be an important concept to you, Lady Trinket
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Your rank must be considerable, then. In any case, a District is a section of my land of Panem. They were formed years ago in order to enhance the beauty, order, and productivity of the republic.
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And you mentioned you are from the Capital District. So there is a single country, with many Districts in Panem?
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You must understand, I am a resident of the Capitol! I am not a dweller of any District. But the district I represent, District 12, is primarily concerned with mining.
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