Event Log - Malnosso World

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody!
What: A field trip for the entirety of Luceti!
When: October 27th, until the end of November 2nd
Where: The Happiest Place on the Moon, Malnosso World!
Summary: So you remember all those times Luceti was transformed into Luceti Land? Welcome to Malnosso World, Luceti Land's bigger, cooler brother. Be sure to keep all hands inside the rides at all times, and refer to your map if you get lost. Trust me, you'll get lost.
Rating: F for Fun!

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[prims]

[ Terror isn't something Prim's ever wanted to cause. Not in Katniss, or anyone else. Sometimes it's easy to trip up - although when she recognizes it, she'll hold her tongue, or try to change things.

The pause, the breath, the smile. ...She's not entirely sure which part of what she said it's about, but Prim doesn't press the issue for the moment. ]

Oh? [ Instead she opts for the topic Katniss brings up, looking curious. ] Did you find something?

[stillplaying]

I won it.

[It had been easy enough. Aim the gun at the target in the clown mouth and hold steady as the water flowed. A game where no one died. Where, to the Victor, went a cute stuffed dog. She forgot, a lot of the time, that games like this existed. That it wasn't about survival or life and death.

Just putting a smile on a younger girl's face. The way it always should be.

Katniss holds out the stuffed animal, a hesitant grin on her face. Would Prim like it? She remembers her mother's doll, the one Katniss insisted Prim receive as soon as she was born. It's not the same sort of toy. But it's a nice one nonetheless. Something that they never would have been able to afford before the Hunger Games.

Or, maybe, she might just be too old for toys now.]

[prims]

[ Won it in a game. Prim has to smile at that, before Katniss even brings out the prize. It's nice to think that there are games her sister can play that aren't the Game. The one that had been the focal point of their lives.

It's nice that they can do silly things, like play games and win prizes that aren't their lives.

And then the dog comes out, and she grins. There wasn't any need for hesitation - although really, there never was. Prim always treasured what her loved ones gave her. Especially Katniss, and her family. And this, well..

...It wasn't the doll Prim had gotten, when she was little, but it was a dog, and soft and plush, and her sister had gone out to win it for her.

She didn't think she'd ever be too old for something like that. Prim takes the dog, holding it close, and thinking that she'd never had anything like this before, and it's so strange, that after everything, they can do things like this. ]

Katniss...I love it. Thank you. [ She has to give it a name, doesn't she? She thinks that how it goes.

But first. ]

Actually - I made something for you, in the arts and crafts tent. [ Prim gives a sheepish smile, because yes, she's been spending a silly amount of time in the land geared towards children, but...

She reaches a hand into her pocket, and then holds it out to Katniss. When her sister holds out a hand, she'll drop a beaded bracelet into her hand. It'd taken a while to make, that morning, digging through the bins of beads for the ones that didn't look too silly or rainbow, and to thread them on, and tie on the clasps without breaking it (she'd broken one strand and then gone to wire, which worked better), but it had been fun.

And, well, Prim wasn't all that great at carnival games. ]

[stillplaying]

[She watches her sister quietly, grey eyes taking in every flicker of emotion that crosses Prim's face. It's a relief to see that she doesn't think herself too old for this sort of gift. That she looks so happy and pleased and even a little excited.

There's no doubting the words when Prim says she loves it. Her sister would never lie to her. But a flicker of surprise does cross Katniss' face - eyes widening just enough, lips forming a small 'o' when Prim says she made her something. She never expected anything in return from her sister. Just having her here is enough. Katniss never needed anything more than that.

But when the bracelet drops in her hand, her lips quirk into a warm smile. The colors remind her of some of the dresses she wore during the Victory Tour, those blues and blacks and silvers. They remind her of her Mockingjay uniform - the one designed by Cinna. But more than that, she has a memory of her sister that's physical now.

Katniss has never been one for jewelry. Not like other girls. But there's no hesitation in putting on Prim's bracelet.]

It's beautiful.

[prims]

I'm glad you like it. I know - well, I tried a few games, but you know what my aim's like.

[ Even if she hadn't cried and felt horrible for animals when Katniss tried to teach her to hunt, skills like that had never come easily to Prim. Her hands were steady for other things, yes, but throwing things and archery and anything that could have helped her at all in the place Katniss had gone for her?

Those things she had no skill in. ]

Although I didn't try that - what did they call it? The dunk tank.

[ On the off chance she could have won, she'd have felt bad. ]

[stillplaying]

[She had seen the dunk tank and had wondered at the point of it. The idea seemed cruel. The sort of thing she could easily picture being of amusement in the Capitol. Laughing at the unfortunate fates of others. It seemed cruel in a way some of the other games weren't. Games where no one would be harmed, even if it was just a dip into a pool.

She doesn't blame her sister for avoiding that one. Katniss had done the exact same thing.]

Me neither.

[prims]

I can't believe there are so many people in so many different enclosures.

[ It's a change of topic, but it's true, prompted by one of the more noticeable groups walking by.

Enclosures, like districts, with the Malnosso as the Capitol... ]

I heard one of them is entirely underwater.

[stillplaying]

[It is a little overwhelming, being around this meaning people again. She doesn't like the crowd. She doesn't like all the unfamiliar faces that may be a danger to her or Prim or anyone else she cares about. She doesn't like being in an unfamiliar place that feels more like an arena than Luceti ever did.

She shakes her head, frowning.]

I'm glad we're not there then.

[prims]

I think the people there are only those who can...well, live there.

[ Which is also hard to believe, although less than it might have been, at another point in time. ]

...I think I'm glad we're in the one we're in, really.