trinkett | 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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Representatives, then. [ She assumes Districts are similar to countries, but she has naught a clue of what the Hunger Games entails. ]

What are the Hunger Games?

The Hunger Games are the most exciting event in Panem. They are televised throughout all the Districts, with each hanging on with baited breath, hoping that THEIR young champion brings home all the glory!

[ That sounds vaguely like the Olympics to her. Vaguely. ]

A competition of sport?

[The Olympics OF HORROR.]

Oh, there are many skills required of the winner! Strength, cunning, fearlessness; a high threshold for pain helps, of course...

Speed. Agility.

[ There's a long pause, as if she's thinking. There's something strange bothering her, information that is clearly missing. Not even boxing holds back of what sort of sport it is. ]

How high of a pain threshold is required?

You know, I don't think I've read any of the Reports on that! I suppose that depends on many factors.

It's a bloodsport then?

Well sometimes. The stranglings aren't so very bloody.

Then you need peacekeepers to help from preventing the same happen to you. [ It is obvious by Marita's tone does not approve of this. ]

I am above all that, I assure you! I simply wished for peacekeepers to escort me safely to my proper destination. Wherever that is.

With the lack of conflict here, it's doubtful you will need them in the first place. Other than the drafts, there is no reason for them. Luceti could possibly be considered neutral ground, but the enclosures may be an entirely different story.

I've read of this! [She says that in a bless your heart dear girl sort of tone.] You must understand that a woman of my station and position would need an extra guard.

Why would that matter if your position is no longer relevant here?

The relevance of myself has yet to be settled. [She says this in a rather smug, soothing tone.] I'm not worried.