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001 - [Video] - The Barge =/= Panem

[Clove flicks on the journal, playing with it, testing it's capabilities. It's... not exactly like anything she's seen before, but it's not too hard to work out, and maybe, if she has advanced tech...]

Cato? Are you there? Did we win? Can- [There's a pause. She's still groggy and having trouble remembering everything clearly, so it's taking her a while to register that the voices coming through on the journals have a lot of different accents, and don't seem to be gossiping about the apparent end of the Hunger Games. How to respond? Confusion and frustration, obviously.]

Hey, I'm asking a question! Somebody answer me. Who were the victors? The Games, who won? [She frowns suddenly and then throws the journal down onto a table. You can JUST see her in the edge of the screen, checking her body for injuries. When she doesn't find any, she snatches up the journal again.] The tracker jacker stings are gone... Where am I?

Hey, Cato! Are we in the Capitol?

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Try to stay calm.

[What is this, who are you, wtf. :|]

Calm? Why would I need to stay calm?

You're on the Barge. It's a trans-dimensional ship used for the purpose of rehabilitating those who lived questionable lives.

When people arrive here and don't know why they're here, like yourself, they're probably inmates.

You're in good hands.

Can you tell me your name?

[She's just STARING a bit. ]

My name- Everyone should know my name, every person in Panem knows my name. I'm the tribute for District Two.

[Sarah continues in as calm a tone as she can manage, despite the fact that woah, this is not sinking in.]

This isn't Panem. This is the Barge. My name is Dr. Sarah Harding, and I'm trying to help you.

Can you tell me your name?

Stop patronizing me. [GRR. Kindness, she kind of doesn't know how to respond to it.] My name is Clove. And this has got to be some kind of pathetic attempt at a joke. There isn't anywhere but Panem.

[Her tone loses some of the over-emphasized patience. She knows when to recognize people who don't need coddling.]

All right, Clove. I'm afraid this isn't a joke, and you're not in Panem. This is the Barge, and you're probably an inmate - which means you're probably also dead.

I'm sorry. If you don't believe me, have a look outside your door.

Well, Azula should be happy that she no longer holds the title of 'new girl'.

[Oh hey look a teenager! SNARL.]

And which district are you from?

District of Columbia, of course. It's the only one we've got.

[Because coincidentally, he did live in Washington DC]

No such thing.

Except there is. It's the center of the United States government. Sort of the Camelot of America.

The United States? It doesn't exist anymore.

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Hello, dear. I'm afraid you aren't in the Capitol, but I couldn't tell you if you won or not. You're somewhere else now.

[Being dead would seem like a loss, but it could be a team sport, or one where the winners are executed, or any number of things.]

[Deep breath, Clove.]

Where am I?

You're in the afterlife.

People keep saying that. This isn't the afterlife. I'm still alive.

Or you appear to be.

But I can't be dead. We were winning, I was winning.

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...Games? Like the super-

[He goes over the post in his head]

. No games. Just the boat.

No Games? What do you mean "no Games"? The Games are everything!

...I care about games as much as you do kid. [Football, soccer] But there aren't any here. Everything or not-

[He scratches the back of his head] ...Okay. What are the games? Help a guy out. I've been...living under a rock for several years.

[WHO ARE ALL THESE CRAZY PEOPLE. Her tone is so SO patronising right now, like you're a tiny kid.]

The Hunger Games.

...I can safely say I have never heard of them. Living under a rock. [His tone turns sarcastic.] What exactly are they?

[She sees your sarcasm and matches it.]

The Games? You know, the ones broadcast all over the country? The biggest event of every year?