Appointment Post!

[stillplaying]

For any interaction that you want to happen with Katniss, anytime and anyplace within the luceti world that do not fit into a given post, please use this!

Just give a date and place, and whether this will be via journal or in-person!

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June 5th - action

[shenevermisses]

["They've hijacked you. Replaced your real memories with ones they've made."

Twice. The Malnosso had changed her life and altered her memories twice. And she had fully lived it each time, been submerged in their fantasies completely.

The second "life" they'd given her had been... odd. Never living in Panem, growing up alongside District Twelve, hunting in the forests of Luceti, call her "friend," being called "aunt" by the little one. She'd laughed, joked, and pulled pranks. It had been a strange, almost exhilarating change.

But the first. How cruel the Malnosso were surprised her. Worse than the Capitol. Maybe.

For a few days, she'd had the family she'd dreamed about. Cato had been alive and waiting for her to return to District Two; they had a daughter. Now, she was dead. Cato was dead. Elpis never existed. But she still has the photograph. Has it even now, folded up and tucked into her jacket as she looks out at the lake.

Her little camp is something of a haven. She fled her apartment last night after waking up screaming near midnight. She hasn't slept at all since then, and it's about noon. Her eyes are bloodshot, and she's tried to wash away all evidence of tears. She still has a green tint to her face, as if she's only just avoiding throwing up. Again. She'd been sick on the way here, stopping in her flight from the village only that long. Tremors still race through her, but they are less frequent now and far more subtle.

In a couple of days, she promises herself, she'll return to her apartment and pretend to forget everything.]

[stillplaying]

[Once upon a time, waking up in Peeta's arms had been completely normal. Something started during the Victor Tour to fight the nightmares that plagued them both. Sharing a bed, just sleeping together. Arms wrapped around the other. It didn't always keep the nightmares at bay, but it helped. Helped to just know he was there.

So when she wakes up in his arms that Tuesday morning, dreams surprisingly peaceful for a change, she doesn't think that anything's wrong. She's almost able to forget the rebellion, his hijacking, everything that happened during and after the Quarter Quell. And for a few moments, she can just lie there in ease. Safe. Peaceful feelings, peaceful moments, are rare in her life.

And are shattered instantly upon spying a photograph on her bureau. Memories come flooding back instantly. Of the past ten days. Of the time before that. Of Peeta's Capitol hijacking and all the reasons she shouldn't be lying here in his arms. It had happened again. Another game. New memories replacing the ones she knows far too well. And much like the first time, she panics. Stumbles out of bed, only careful not to wake the boy. Somehow throws on clothing, grabs the photograph from the bureau, and runs.

It's barely seven in the morning as Katniss comes barging out of the forest near the Western Lake. She had off-shot the distance to the treehouses in her haste. Her safe haven from before Peeta's arrival. But it doesn't matter. She knows this lake as well as she had known the one outside of District Twelve by now. Knows how to correct her course now that she's here.

In her haste, she had left her jacket at home. Clad in short-sleeves, scars she normally hides are now visible. But that hadn't seemed important at the time. Only removing the photograph and grabbing her bow and arrows had. The latter decision she quickly becomes thankful for upon spotting an unexpected camp along the lake's edge. She slows her pace, cautious and concerned. She doesn't remember anyone else living out here.

An arrow is drawn. Better safe than sorry.]

[shenevermisses]

[The camp isn't much. The shelters are not tents, but are, rather, fabric stretched taut over poles, covering over on the tops. Spare crates-- probably taken from the Item Shop in the middle of the night when there was no one to stop her-- makes seats. There's a fire pit, and a backpack near a crate of basic supplies.

Its look and its proximity to the lake might call its purpose to mind for Katniss before she ever sees the girl sitting there.

It's a Career camp. As close a replication as the one from the 74th Games as could be made with Luceti supplies.

And there is the Career, on one knee with the other leg out stretched. She is not rising more than her half-kneel-- but she is poised to do so. The look of a girl who heard someone approaching and is as ready as Katniss to attack if it proves to be an enemy. One knife is at the ready. Every sense in her is baying for blood. Some fresh, real horror to drive out the false memories.

But she is frozen at the sight of the other girl.]

December 21st - action

[shenevermisses]

[Good morning, Katniss. Going somewhere?

Because there's a Career outside your door, waiting in the snow. Just for you!

Clove might actually be easy to miss if not for the obvious tracks in the snow. She's sitting on the ground, her knees to her chest and her chin on her knees. She's wearing her Arena jacket, but it's really too cold at this point to do her much good. Not against the further dropping temperatures, continued snow, and wind.

She definitely has the look of someone who didn't sleep at all the night before. Her eyes might still be a little red, but she won't ever admit to that.]

[stillplaying]

[She had woken up in a foul enough mood, not all that keen on discovering that the tiny man was still in residence. It was one of those rare things both she and Buttercup agreed upon. She for the extra food and drink she had to put out and him for the fact that Katniss had locked the animal in Rue's old bedroom. To be denied the majority of his hunting territory, it seemed, irked the cat most of all.

Not that Katniss entirely cared about Buttercup's well being. Or, really, that of the elf. But one could talk and the other just hissed his displeasure. The choice, ultimately, hadn't been so difficult.

She yawns as she steps outside to go hunting, dressed more warmly the normal due to the snow. Tired from the night's yowling, she almost misses the tracks by her doorstep. Had she also missed knocking at the door? Uncertain, she reaches back for an arrow just in case.]

[Backdated to Saturday the 9th of March-afternoon-the forests]

[not_a_troll]

[Loki has no idea how long he has been walking through the forests, he does not really care for time. And Thori looks like he's having fun, applying the cocked leg to almost every tree and rock.

But the moment he lets his thoughts wander off again Thori decides to run for it, deciding that chasing some animal is more important than being a the best dog in the Nine Realms.]

By Odin's blistering sores, Thori!

[He snaps out of it immediately and starts to run after his disobedient dog.]

[stillplaying]

[It had been one of the first deer she had seen this year. With the snow still falling into early March, sightings of the larger wildlife she had remembered from the previous year had seemed more rare. She could barely contain her excitement upon spying the creature. All her self control had gone into keeping quiet, to stealthily approaching until near enough that she'd have a clean shot.

And then that damned dog had appeared out of no where.

The deer startled and fled in a matter of seconds. Katniss scowled, more than irritated at the dumb beast that had ruined her hunt. Well, dog tasted decently enough. She notched an arrow and pulled the string back, ready to let her arrow fly.]

June 10th - written

[halfnhalf]

[After the shard was taken out of him on the 9th, Teddy spent a day sleeping off the weariness and did his best to make it up to Billy before focusing on his friends, the ones who also suffered from his behavior. First one: Katniss, because he hadn't been on his best behavior at Prim's party, even though he did his best to not act too out of it.

He's not sure if she's there, so he writes first before he goes outside with the intention of finally enjoying himself without any fear of pain or nervousness.]

Katniss? I'm feeling a lot better now, and I wanted to talk about what happened to me, and apologize. Did you want to have lunch at Seventh Heaven? We can have an early jam session too.

written

[stillplaying]

[A private note on the journal is one of the last things she expects to see when she opens it to skim through that morning. Let alone a note from Teddy, one that almost sounds like an apology. She reread the words, feeling a little puzzled. He hadn't necessarily been as social as she normally considered him, but she felt that there was still little for him to apologize for.

She stared at the words for a second or two longer before writing back:]

At 12?

July 14th - action

[shenevermisses]

[It takes her a few moments, standing in front of the house.

She and Katniss aren't friends. And yet, they are. Because who else really understands? Who else has been in the Games and done things to survive that no one else would get? Who else has heard that announcement and held onto a new-found, fragile hope of going back home with someone else.

Someone you didn't have to kill.

Katniss Everdeen might not be her friend, but she is the closest thing to one Clove has, especially here.

So, it makes sense, in a way, that she's come. For all the encouragement over the journals, she's still unsure. It's a risk, one she wants to take but that scares her to death. She has no family to go to for advice. If she was in District Two, she'd go to Cato's mother. But here...

There's only Katniss.

Clove knocks on the door.]

[stillplaying]

[She didn't expect Clove to get here so soon. Then again, she hadn't been doing much of anything aside from sulking. Hiding in her room (Prim's room?) and refusing to step foot outside for most of the day. She didn't want to see anyone, to listen to them try to cheer her up or to coax her into admitting her problems.

But to let Clove in, she had to get up off the bed. She shouldn't have agreed to this. She should have told the other girl that she was too busy for this talk.

It was too late now.

Slowly, taking her time, she got up from the bed and poked her head out of the room to make certain no one else was around. Coast clear, she walked to the front door. Her hair fell lose around her shoulders and she wore a man's button down shirt - one of Peeta's that she couldn't bare to throw out.]

November 25th - Action

[widows_kiss]

She'd meant to make a hunting appointment with the girl earlier, but the month's turned out surprisingly busier than she'd anticipated and she expects its only going to get worse as they move into December, with the holidays looming. Not to mention it's going to get a lot colder.

It's already cold, although Natasha doesn't pay it too much mind. This is hardly Russia, although she's still bundled up in a warm coat - nothing too thick and bulky to get in her way, just enough to stave off the worst of the chill. Her breath makes visible puffs in the air as she waits patiently by the edge of the forest in the early morning hours, waiting for Katniss.

[stillplaying]

She's dressed much like she would be for a cold autumn day back home in District 12. Her father's brown leather jacket covers her wings and the grey cowl she wears over it adds extra warmth. Her quiver and bow hang across her back as she jogs the rest of the way from her house to the meeting point. It's a good adrenaline boost this early in the morning, and a good boost to get her body warm. For a moment, she can almost pretend that the past three years of her life never happened. That she's back in District 12, hurrying to meet Gale by the spot in the woods where they'd hide their weapons.

It's a nice dream. A rare dream. A flight of fancy she doesn't let herself engage in too often. She and Gale will never be those people again. She might not even ever return to District 12. It's stupid, pointless to dream. To wish or to hope.

By the time she reaches Natasha, her cheeks are red with exertion. Despite the grim thoughts in her mind, she forces a slight smile of greeting on her face. "Did you bring something to hunt with?"

Dec. 11 - The beginning of the Prankening

[universal_charm]

The morning had been... interesting. Not only had his sweat pants been gone, but all his pants had in fact been gone from all the drawers, replaced with skirts of a scandalous size. Initially thinking Bones had done this (because haha, like Spock would have done it or even thought of it ), he went to grab pants from each of them... only to find he couldn't even pick them up. And even with help, the pants wouldn't so much as let him put a toe through, much less his leg.

Whatever was going on, it was magical or Malnosso. He guessed some of both and whoever it was, was going to pay.

For now, he wiggled into one of the mini-skirts left to him in his drawers and made himself at home in his bed, skirt covered. At least Spock and Bones got their wish - he would stay in bed while they were away, which did nothing for Kirk's increasing sense of boredom...

[stillplaying]

She had knocked on the door briefly before finding it open. It had become something of a semi-regular thing. To check on Jim every few days or so since his return. He had housemates who could take care of him. He didn't need her, not like he might have during the shift. But she couldn't help it. Regardless, he had become her friend. A good friend.

Someone she wanted to help regardless.

"Jim? It's Katniss," she calls out as she carefully walks into the house, looking a little apprehensive and a lot bit curious. "I brought you some stew."

Written, November 28

[relictusdeus]

[In the morning, the following message is penned:]

Have you been training faithfully since we have last spoken?

[stillplaying]

[She sees the message sometime after she gets back from hunting and training in the woods, later in the day. It’s those morning hours – from sunrise until noon – that are hers. Few other people are about. The forest is just waking. It’s the perfect time of day to be spent communicating with Eferin. And then to spend the remainder of the morn afoot, catching the night’s dinner and any other food she could stock up on prior to the coming frost.

It surprises her a little. She had been considering messaging him, considering it since Zevran’s return. To see if he had any suggestions of who else she should attempt to contact. On the sort of magics that would keep her from losing the man who was very much like a brother to her again. That he beat her to it is… almost nice.

She picks up a pen and scribbles back a response, her handwriting cramped and rushed:]

Yes. Every day.

January 5th (morning) - Voice

[rutagraveolens]

[This is Rue. This is Rue being responsible and giving Katniss a heads up.]

Johanna Mason arrived this morning. I gave him some food and some of your clothes and I'm taking her to the clothing store. I'll be back later!

[Since she'll be out, there probably won't be a response. Words will probably be needed later about trusting people.]

((ooc: Context))

Action

[stillplaying]

[She doesn't see the note, not when most of the morning is spent in the woods. Time practicing magic and even more time spent hunting, loosing herself in the familiar routine. Even with such a scarcity of game out there, with most of her normal harvest lying dormant, she needs this time now more than ever. It gives her a chance not to worry so much about Peeta. About everyone arriving here lately.

It's not the most successful hunt. These past few days, she's rarely returned with much more than a hare or squirrel or two. But none of that matters when she sees the whole in the window. Though there's no broken glass, her heart still skips a frightened beat as she rushes inside.]

Rue? Prim?

January 11 - Voice

[painfully]

Katniss... [There's a pause and then a soft sound, almost a laugh.] I think Johanna's moved into my apartment.

January 11 - Voice

[stillplaying]

[She doesn't expect to get any kind of message from Peeta. They haven't been talking all that much since the awkward encounter under the mistletoe. She'd been too afraid and he... Katniss doesn't really want to know why he's been avoiding her. She has her suspicions but she'd rather keep them at just that.

Of all the things she does expect to hear from him, this is one of the last statements. Johanna's moved into his apartment? Johanna? She has no claim over him, no ties to him that are like what they once were. But she still feels a surge of jealousy. Jealously and hurt.]

What?

Feb 24 - Voice

[axed]

Seen baker boy around lately? No? Didn't think so. He left the oven on and ran off a few days ago, which is nuts, even for a nutjob. Maybe he's just embarrassed about nearly burning the place down, but I don't feel very hopeful. Do you?

Voice

[stillplaying]

[Oh. Oh.

That's why she hasn't seen him in the bakery, hasn't heard anything from him. First Richard, then Peeta. She blinks, replays Johanna's message, tries to process what she's being told. A spark of anger lights in her, quickly followed by a wave of sadness.

Two of the most important men in her life. Both gone and within days of one another.

She should respond. She's supposed to respond. And somehow, she finds the breath to do so. Doesn't disappear into the woods like she did the last time she found Peeta gone, though it's sorely tempting.]

No.

March 24th, action: (so very backdated)

[dontletitshow]

[One look at Elsa makes it very plain she has no idea what she's doing. She's made it out to the treehouses, yes, and her clothes aren't ridiculous, but...

She is wearing a dress. It's green and brown, chosen for its nature colors, and with a full pleated skirt that hangs somewhat close to the body. Good for movement without taking up too much room. Her hair is wrapped up to keep it out of her eyes. She's wearing boots, too.

There's sense behind her wardrobe, in a way, but it's still hardly anything that suggests she knows how to handle the woods or hunting. And she's completely unarmed.]

[stillplaying]

[She gets there earlier than expected. Rough nights often make for early starts in the morning. When she can't sleep, she doesn't bother to stay in bed longer than necessary. Her snares have already been trapped, a couple of squirrels now hanging from her belt. Enough for a stew. It's not as good as deer, but maybe they'll get lucky. Maybe there'll be a bird or a deer or some other sort of big game out there.

Rather than waiting on the ground, she's in the treehouse. The one she lived in when she first arrived here. Just her and Rue because Peeta's arrival soon prompted a move to the village. It hurts to see the reminders in the shelter. But it's still safer to stay in the trees than on the ground.

She notices the girl when she arrives. The dress gets a slight frown but at least it doesn't stand out too much. And it looks like she can move in it. She watches for a second more before whistling.]

Up here.