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[trustfelling]

You don't remember how you got here. It may be one of the first things to occur to you when you wake up, that you don't know when you got here, what you were doing involved nothing like this; granted, it's also possible that it doesn't matter – that whatever circumstances you last remember have nothing on the fact that this bed is really comfortable and the room around you is gently-lit. It's warm, but it's nowhere near where you're supposed to be. Whatever you think of it, the fact is that you can't stay there forever; there's a silver key resting on that trunk near your bed, and you might want to take it on the way out. It's no big deal if you don't, exactly – it won't lock automatically after you close the door, that has to be done manually – but it'll probably become clear that privacy is a commodity in a place like this. After all, you aren't alone; the hallway is likely quick to become populated with other people that are just as confused as you are. Go ahead and talk to them if you'd like; none of you will know exactly how you got to the building with the wooden walls and the odd windows that no one can see through, but that doesn't mean you can't get to know each other on the way to...wherever it is that you're going. Wander long enough and you may hear the chiming of a clock nearby. It's hard to tell whether it's telling you it's very early or very late at night, but checking out the room it's in eventually might be a good idea regardless; it's large and open, designed to accommodate social gatherings from the look of it, with the clock in question mounted against the western wall. It isn't the only thing here, though – there's a large frame set into the wall nearby, and it contains some information that might be relevant to your interests... Or perhaps your attention is drawn instead to the other framed information nearby; don't worry if you miss it in here, though. It's posted in every other room in the building. There's also the matter of the large double-doors at the end of the room; they aren't going to open, regardless of what you do. Looks like you're trapped here for the time being. Might as well see who's here with you, right?

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[flagitate]

[ ... she's so small that Katniss immediately gravitates toward her. ]

Cameras, probably.

[ ... That doesn't make sense, though, because she's never worn anything like that. And the backdrop... looks vaguely like the Capitol. ]

[andneversaydie]

[she's not that small okay yeah outside of fire emblem she's small.

Her brows, already furrowed in confusion, reach critical furrowing at that, though...]

...Cameras? I don't think I've ever heard of one of those.

Is... that some kinda city thing?

[...she likes talking to traders when they're at market, though, so... hm. If they could do something like that, she probably would've heard about them, wouldn't she have?]

[flagitate]

Not really. You can find them pretty much anywhere, if you have the money.

[ Most people in Twelve don't. ]

It's a device that uses film to capture your image.

[andneversaydie]

...huh...

[She ponders it for a second.]

Where are you from? Because I'm sure I would've seen someone selling 'em before now... I mean, it sounds like the sort of doodad a mechanist might come up with, but I've only seen puppets from them.

[...they were always waaaay too expensive and creepy for her to consider using to keep animals away from the fields, though...]

[flagitate]

Panem. They're pretty common in the Capitol.

[ ... puppets, huh. With that sort of technology.... Katniss doesn't want to think about it. ]

What about you?

[andneversaydie]

Huh... I don't think I've heard of that place, actually.

[She's met people from a lot of different places at the markets, if rarely, but...]

Do you know how far it is from Hoshido? That's where I'm from, but I'm not from anywhere really important.

[flagitate]

I've never heard of Hoshido before.

[andneversaydie]

Huh. Well, I guess the world is a lot bigger than the both of us knew, then, right?

[...her tone is basically the audible equivalent of a shrug.]

[flagitate]

I guess so.

[ She's giving her a once-over. ]

Are you hungry?

[andneversaydie]

...Yeah, I'm pretty hungry.

The kitchen... is really intimidating, though...

[flagitate]

If it's scary, I can go get you something and bring it to you.

[andneversaydie]

Oh! No, I don't want to spend my whole time being scared of a kitchen or anything. That's just silly.

...but do you know how a lot of that stuff works? I don't.

[flagitate]

I can work the stove decently enough.

[ That's all they really need, right?? ]

[andneversaydie]

Oh. Do you... know where the wood for the stove is, actually...?

[flagitate]

It's not a wood stove. It runs off electricity.

[andneversaydie]

...

Ele...what?

[flagitate]

It's an energy source. It's a modern way of making things run.

[andneversaydie]

Oh, I see. So it just... starts fires, then? And you can cook things on it?

[flagitate]

It doesn't really start fires. It just heats up the surface on top of the stove, and you can do stuff like boil water and cook meat.

[andneversaydie]

Oh! Okay, that makes sense. So it's like cooking on a hot stone instead of cooking over a fire?

[flagitate]

Yeah, pretty much. Just the stove heats up faster than any stone.

[andneversaydie]

...that sounds about as nice as the refrigerator, actually, even though I'm sure it would take a little longer to get used to.

[flagitate]

Once you get used to it, it's pretty easy.

[andneversaydie]

Well... that's true with just about everything, isn't it? But I'm glad it isn't one of those exceptions.