Second Dispatch. Finally I Have Triumphed Over This Domestic Catastrophe. Action.
[Effie Trinket has been sorely disappointed in Katniss Everdeen ever since arriving in Luceti. The girl seemed to have dropped all notions of propriety and her renewed place in the world as the Girl on Fire. No, here she seemed content to be muddy and sit on the laps of scruffy men and kiss
NO, that hadn't been a kiss. NOT a proper kiss! That had been a slobbery thing! Slobbery and licky! A slobbery slurpy licky thing!
KISS IN A RESTAURANT OF ALL PLACES. And live with that Sharpe person in what Effie could only describe as a cross between the District One Career Tribute Boys' Locker Room, a weapons closet, and a barn. The only thing she remotely liked about the place once she finally broke into it was the eagle. It would make a perfect wig stand.
With Katniss and Sharpe gone, Effie could take her time redecorating their house. The Welcome Center wasn't welcome in her life anymore. The only sense of purpose she could gravitate toward at the moment was Katniss. They could just deal with that when they got home from the battle. They would live like HUMAN BEINGS. Of course, she would have to prevent Katniss ever finding anything out about Jack Horner, but domestic bliss surely rested down this chosen path.
Feel free to run into her picking out properly upholstered furniture at the items shop, or other homegoods-type stuff. A lot of it will be in shocking colors. Most of it will look uncomfortable and gaudy.]
NO, that hadn't been a kiss. NOT a proper kiss! That had been a slobbery thing! Slobbery and licky! A slobbery slurpy licky thing!
KISS IN A RESTAURANT OF ALL PLACES. And live with that Sharpe person in what Effie could only describe as a cross between the District One Career Tribute Boys' Locker Room, a weapons closet, and a barn. The only thing she remotely liked about the place once she finally broke into it was the eagle. It would make a perfect wig stand.
With Katniss and Sharpe gone, Effie could take her time redecorating their house. The Welcome Center wasn't welcome in her life anymore. The only sense of purpose she could gravitate toward at the moment was Katniss. They could just deal with that when they got home from the battle. They would live like HUMAN BEINGS. Of course, she would have to prevent Katniss ever finding anything out about Jack Horner, but domestic bliss surely rested down this chosen path.
Feel free to run into her picking out properly upholstered furniture at the items shop, or other homegoods-type stuff. A lot of it will be in shocking colors. Most of it will look uncomfortable and gaudy.]
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[She assumes they would just go on her ears, so... and Chuchu only has two of those!]
But um, yeah... I think they have some pet-specific stuff around here.
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Does she do any tricks?
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Tricks? Well... she's an electric Pokemon, so she can use electric-type attacks.
[Though she wouldn't consider that a trick, really. But she has been here for years anyway and learned quickly that to other people it's a trick, so...]
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Well... that's just how they are! People use them for battles, I guess. Though I don't do any of those. And sometimes for other purposes, like maybe to help a lighthouse function.
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[Like the Hunger Games?]
For entertainment?
[She stops her rummaging.]
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A beauty contest? Like... For Pokemon? Or...?
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It must have been quite enjoyable. I DO like the idea of having one for pets. Or...your whatsiwoo. This little yellow creature.
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[...a beat, as she acknowledges the "yellow creature" reference.] Also, her name's Chuchu, by the way. She's a Pikachu -- a type of Pokemon. And I guess I should introduce myself too, so... I'm Yellow!
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Yup! It's nice to meet you too. Chuchu says the same. What's your name, though? And what do you mean by power color?
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Effie, got it! But ohhh, I see! So... Would that mean that my name's kind of lucky or something, then?
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[Not on a person, anyway.]