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[anthophobia]

CHARACTERS ▶ Katniss Everdeen and You~
LOCATION ▶ Marketplace/Bazaar, Agriculture Zones, or anywhere
SUMMARY ▶ Running into people while out and about.
WARNINGS ▶ None
NOTES ▶ Something of an intro post, though she's been around for four years. Feel free to assume shit if you want, I'll go with the flow.

Marketplace

It's her day off, which means it's time to roam the city rather than sit at home and do nothing. She heads into the bazaar first to grab a quick lunch and peruse through the goods, taking her time at a stand selling pins as well as listening to a few of the musical performers. You may even catch her humming some of the more familiar tunes.

Agriculture Zone

While she doesn't work here, she does come down to the lower layers when she's able, if only to smell the various things growing down here. The forest was a huge part of her life in the Matrix, a place where she relaxed and felt safe, and that hasn't changed. It's not the same as being under a canopy of trees, but it's the closest thing she can get around here.

Choose Your Own Adventure

Want to run into her somewhere else, just make a starter and I'll go with it. :)

Comments

[anthophobia]

Mine, too.

[Then again, pretty much anything was a luxury to eat. Food was a luxury, period, and it was only her knowledge about all this kind of thing that kept her family fed at all.

But that was all long gone and not real. She had to keep reminding herself.

As for his question, she just looks confused.]

What's an elf?

[dogbane]

[William doesn't notice very well, that the young woman seems to be suffering from a dark sort of nostalgia. He's wandering after her, interested in what she's doing. If there's a trickle-through, the faintest sense that she's carrying ghosts through the creaking trees, then he doesn't let it on.]

Magical motherfuckers! I think they got on with plants and animals, and have got pointy ears. Use things like bows and arrows. Live for ages. It's what I've heard, anyway, [William adds, perhaps realizing that he's compositing any number of tattered and disparate impressions together in ways that they are not necessarily meant to be. He's also heard there are different kinds of angels.]

Super friendly. [A beat.] To the environment, too. [But he thinks she is-- to people, thus far.]