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["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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

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.

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...

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

Have you been training faithfully since we have last spoken?

Edited 2013-12-15 00:21 (UTC)

[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))

Edited 2014-01-06 21:34 (UTC)

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

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?

[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.]

June 5th - action

December 21st - action

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

June 10th - written

July 14th - action

November 25th - Action

Dec. 11 - The beginning of the Prankening

Written, November 28

January 5th (morning) - Voice

January 11 - Voice

Feb 24 - Voice