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stillplaying) wrote2013-11-06 09:15 am
stillplaying) wrote2013-11-06 09:15 am
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18th Game [action/video]
[She's been so busy lately that she hasn't noticed the time fly by. Busy with teaching Foo Foo, busy with hunting and providing for her family, busy helping Richard finish the extra wing to the house before first snow, trying to learn filial magic, busy stealing every spare minute of time with Prim and Teddy and all those others she holds there. She hasn't noticed the time pass. Hadn't realized that it's already November.
It's been a year since Peeta's left. Over a year now. And though she misses him every day, misses him even more when she wakes up on the couch screaming from night terrors, she's... still alive. Found something - someones - else to live for. And maybe that boy who had asked about finding a way to bring others here might actually succeed. Maybe she could bring him back. The boy that loves her. Where everything is actually real.
More than that, though, she's realized what time of year it is again. Has it really been two years, then, since the end of the rebellion? Since losing Prim?
But Prim's no longer lost. She's here. And if Katniss has her way, she'll stay here forever.
It's this realization that makes her more reluctant to leave that morning. But she has responsibilities. Things she has to do. Including teaching that stupid sabertooth moose lion how to actually hunt his own food rather than snatching her squirrels from her bag. Foo Foo has, at least, grown incredibly skillful at that. So at some point mid-morning, Katniss makes her way to House 56 to pick up the beast and continue their way in the Eastern Forest.
Once again, her hunt with Foo Foo isn't nearly as successful as her hunts alone. She loses more squirrels to him than she manages to retain. And when she finally spots a rabbit - perfect for tonight's dinner, perfect to make one of Prim's favorite stews - he lumbers in the way of her shot. Frightened, it runs into the bushes. Annoyed, Katniss lets her arrow fly into the trees.
Some seconds later, she pulls out her journal. With the video feed on, she focuses on Foo Foo.]
How is anyone supposed to teach something this stupid to do anything?
[She doesn't even feel remotely guilty when the young animal looks up from his interest in the rabbit-clad bushes and gives her a goofy, happy grin. It seems one enjoys these outings more than the other.]
Dumb mutt.
[Sometime later in the afternoon, she's back in the town. Having to pick up food is becoming more and more an uncomfortably common task on the days she tries to train Foo Foo. But this week more than ever, the week of her sister's death, she feels the need to spoil her. To go to the items shop and find little gifts that might make her happy. Or pick up fresh bread at the bakery and sweets at the grocery.
Anything for Prim. Anything.]
It's been a year since Peeta's left. Over a year now. And though she misses him every day, misses him even more when she wakes up on the couch screaming from night terrors, she's... still alive. Found something - someones - else to live for. And maybe that boy who had asked about finding a way to bring others here might actually succeed. Maybe she could bring him back. The boy that loves her. Where everything is actually real.
More than that, though, she's realized what time of year it is again. Has it really been two years, then, since the end of the rebellion? Since losing Prim?
But Prim's no longer lost. She's here. And if Katniss has her way, she'll stay here forever.
It's this realization that makes her more reluctant to leave that morning. But she has responsibilities. Things she has to do. Including teaching that stupid sabertooth moose lion how to actually hunt his own food rather than snatching her squirrels from her bag. Foo Foo has, at least, grown incredibly skillful at that. So at some point mid-morning, Katniss makes her way to House 56 to pick up the beast and continue their way in the Eastern Forest.
Once again, her hunt with Foo Foo isn't nearly as successful as her hunts alone. She loses more squirrels to him than she manages to retain. And when she finally spots a rabbit - perfect for tonight's dinner, perfect to make one of Prim's favorite stews - he lumbers in the way of her shot. Frightened, it runs into the bushes. Annoyed, Katniss lets her arrow fly into the trees.
Some seconds later, she pulls out her journal. With the video feed on, she focuses on Foo Foo.]
How is anyone supposed to teach something this stupid to do anything?
[She doesn't even feel remotely guilty when the young animal looks up from his interest in the rabbit-clad bushes and gives her a goofy, happy grin. It seems one enjoys these outings more than the other.]
Dumb mutt.
[Sometime later in the afternoon, she's back in the town. Having to pick up food is becoming more and more an uncomfortably common task on the days she tries to train Foo Foo. But this week more than ever, the week of her sister's death, she feels the need to spoil her. To go to the items shop and find little gifts that might make her happy. Or pick up fresh bread at the bakery and sweets at the grocery.
Anything for Prim. Anything.]
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She should test that out. At some point. When not paying attention to the journal.]
He needs to learn how to hunt.
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[There's a little shrug from his end, at least what's visible on the small camera.]
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[And he hasn't been for a while. Maybe, maybe if Sokka had taken him hunting back when he was a baby, he wouldn't have this problem now. If he hadn't spoiled him with free food, if he hadn't treated him like a pet.
Katniss had never been good with pets. Or small children that weren't Prim.]
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[It was years and years ago that Shepard had a dog, back when he was a young orphan in a city that was best described as a warzone. That goofy mutt was a bright spot in his life, and he taught it just about any trick you could imagine. Lately he's only had fish and a hamster, but he obviously still likes his pets.]
Crawling is just the first step towards walking.
[Analogy complete. Yep.]
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She thinks on this just a minute more before reluctantly nodding.]
What would you do?
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[And he has no idea what the hell that thing is.]
But like I said, the basics can't hurt. Make a game out of it.
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Or want to continue on that train of thought.]
What's a varren?
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[Ah, he sometimes forgets that nobody here in the Valley knows a single thing of what he's talking about. So the camera moves a bit as he points it to his forearm. There's a little glow, his omni-tool activating, and he pulls up a video display to show a picture from his personal file.]
Most people call them "fishdogs."
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We'd call them muttations.
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[Shepard deactivates his omni-tool and the orange glow, and the picture, fades away. He shifts the camera back to him to continue.]
Real friendly if you feed them well.
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She knows it's true for other Earths. Other worlds. But she can't ever imagine it being true for her own.]
It doesn't look friendly.
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Relax. It's a joke. Hell, does anybody know how to take a joke in this place?
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[Because she can take a joke. Most of the time. When she can actually identify the humor behind it. And, usually, when she's in a better mood to begin with. Not already frustrated with Foo Foo or with some of the more pointless advice she's been given.]
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[Because a joke should be funny for all involved, not just the person playing it. Otherwise, what's the point?]
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Why would you care?
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She's not a good soul. Not a sensitive one.]
Then you're talking to the wrong person.
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[Sometimes, she can see through it. Comprehend the joke and smile. But those are her better days, the moments where she doesn't want to blame herself for everything wrong. Where she's not being self-deprecating. Moments that were, mostly, still rather rare. Especially among those she didn't know.]