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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Oh.

[There was disappointment in that "oh." Effie was curious.]

That is mannerly of you.

[Okay, that was not entirely the reaction he was expecting. it takes the wind out of his sails for a moment, before he shakes his head.]

I'm a real gentleman, yeah.

[She doesn't know too many of those, sadly. Cinna was one, maybe.]

I commend you on your gentlemanly standing.

I have a family reputation to uphold. They did drill some manners into me.

Ah, yes. You are from good stock.

[Effie is from middling stock but they had decent connections. And she had talent and instinct.]

Perhaps you should point me toward a place where I can find shelter, as a true gentleman would.

Which I try to forget as frequently as I can.

[Life's more fun that way.]

Sure. I can take you to the Welcome Centre if you want. That's where they have a list of which flats are free.

That sounds just the thing. Lead on then, Mister Woodville. I am sure there will be a flat that will suit.

[And will Effie make it all that way in those four +-inch heeled pink pumps? Of course. She's Effie Freaking Trinkett.]

There's not exactly a lot of choice. They're all pretty standard. Just depends what floor you want to live on.

Perhaps I shall stay at this Welcome Center for a little while, just until I find one that will do.

[She'd read that this was a possibility.]

Where do you live?

Yeah, they have beds and stuff there for newcomers until they find a place.

Oh, I just moved into a house with a few guys. Friends of mine.

[A house full of guys. Sounds like it must smell of old socks.]

That sounds....lovely. A little house of your own. How quaint!

[Max practically sneers. 'Quaint'? Seriously?]

My housemates are professional killers. It's very secure.

[That doesn't faze her.]

Oh, how lovely! I am certain you feel quite safe at night!

Absolutely. They're all really hot too. That's nice.

Hot.

[Well now her voice has become crisper, cooler. Almost disdainful, though she is still smiling.]

Yes, I'm sure it is very nice for you.

Yes. Y'know, attractive, gorgeous. Hot.

[He is giving entirely the wrong impression of their house. Well, no. Of his place in their house. The other three though... The point is, he cares not one bit.]

I love it. Nice view in the morning.

I prefer for NO one to see me in the morning. Not before I have applied the Morning Makeup.

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