Bucky had set up a table in the middle of the lobby. On it was a basket filled with dozens of the idiot balls, and a sign.

bLU bALZ
10$ doLiRz EEch

For some reason, he had thought this was a good idea.

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There was a pitching booth set up in the common room this morning. More or less. A couple of tables had been dragged into a corner, there were pyramids of canned vegetables set up for people to knock down, and there were a bunch of oranges in a bowl (do you know how hard it is to scavenge up baseballs on short notice?) next to a sign that read " ( Read more... )

Sia had Vitor trained pretty well, but he was a breed that needed activity, or she'd come back to her room to find it destroyed. So she brought him to the front lawn to let him run around unleashed for a while, since telekinesis was really good for keeping puppies from successfully running off ( Read more... )

Faced with the prospect of a fight to the death against the resistance outside, Bucky decided to do the sensible thing and guard the common room. For definitions of "guard" that included "watch television" and "take a nap".

Wake him when it's all over, mmkay?

[Open for loyalists or invading rebels.]

It was a rare day when Peeta slept in late, but it seemed to happen more and more since arriving in Fandom. He wasn't complaining, sleeping in was nice, but it didn't bode well for his visits home. His mother couldn't stand laziness. Well he slept in today and there was nothing he could do about that now.

Eventually he shuffled into the common room ( Read more... )

Most of the common room -- especially the couch and the TV -- had been roped off with bright yellow "POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS" tape. Sure, people could still get by it to go to their rooms or the stairs, but why would you want to ( Read more... )

So, the trip to Hell had been a bust. Bucky had spent the whole time strapped to some loser, so he hadn't been able to do anything fun. Or anything clever, or sneaky ( Read more... )