Aww, maaaan ... this is so unfair! How'm I supposed to just come up with a date to this stupid dance at the last minute?

Well, that didn't turn out as useful as I'd hoped.

But I made it erupt.

I've never had to treat my own wounds before.

Any tips?

I am glad to be out of that building.  This place is large!  Where is the city wall?  Or the gate?

[It's a young girl's voice, musical with a lilting Irish accent softening the nervous tone.  She's being very matter-of-fact about her discomfort, but she really doesn't want to be here, and it shows.]

Brenden? Pangur Ban?

When I was in the games, it seemed like death was always on my doorstep. Whether I lived or died was up to me. Right now, it still kind of is, just in a different way.

I got that ticket, thanks Junpei.

I've been around main street twice. The asphalt is real. There's a train, but it doesn't move very fast. I still rode on it back and forth to town a few times. It's real, too. The jungle is real, and the beach is real. They said I was fake, but I'm not. They really should look into changing their story to make it more convincing, because I know I'm ( Read more... )

WHAT: Action log to drag Peeta out of the mess he's in.
WHO: Whoever wants in!
WHEN/WHERE: The Dark Hour, inside a seemingly endless passenger train ( Read more... )

[Here it goes again. Whether you had it on or not, your TV will start showing you a fairly uninteresting program, consisting of a young man walking down the length of a train. The train itself is particularly high-end, having lavish carpeting and dark wood paneling. Eventually he comes to a stop in a dining car, pausing to examine a table laden ( Read more... )

The more that happens here, the more this place feels like just another arena. A strange one, with a lot less death. Or drawn out death, I suppose.

I don't really know if that would be better or worse than the alternative. I guess at this point it hardly matters.

I guess it's officially gone.

Not to sound crazy, but I'm pretty sure that was a ghost ship.