Room 221 [Thursday afternoon]
Since of course Katniss didn't have any guests coming, as she wasn't graduating, she wasn't at the mixer, either. She was instead in her room, curled up on her bed with a sleeping Wesley (yes, still an owl) beside her as she pored over volumes of books about wild plants.
Since she had no way of knowing where the arena would be, or what it would house, she figured she'd best prepare for everything, up to and including cacti. That was the page she was on, at the moment, and she was wondering if there was a way to use the pointy bits as a weapon of some sort. That, rather than something for her, was going to be something to avoid, she imagined.
[specifically for the boy with the temporary feathers (no, Warren, not you, yours are permanent) but open if you like, though be warned that I have taken NyQuil and will almost definitely SP it up.]
Since she had no way of knowing where the arena would be, or what it would house, she figured she'd best prepare for everything, up to and including cacti. That was the page she was on, at the moment, and she was wondering if there was a way to use the pointy bits as a weapon of some sort. That, rather than something for her, was going to be something to avoid, she imagined.
[specifically for the boy with the temporary feathers (no, Warren, not you, yours are permanent) but open if you like, though be warned that I have taken NyQuil and will almost definitely SP it up.]