First Time

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[makesthings]

Sam spent the day at the forge and then got rained on when he was having sword practice so he's now at a table while being far cleaner than usual. His linen shirt is mainly white and he spots them since he's been watching the door,

"No, you're not crazy. I'll try and explain."

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Wiress couldn't figure out what was going on, and she was usually very good at figuring out what was going on. She looks over at the man who has just spoken to her. He looks like...well, District 2 at least, and she's instantly wary.

"Well, I am. But not...that way. Explain..." she drifts off a bit. There's just so many distractions and she's so easily distracted.

[makesthings]

He smiles, its meant to be reassuring and runs his hand through his hair which shows the Charter Mark there,

"Um, to start with, is there magic in your world? That way I know the best way to explain."

[like_a_clock]

She raises an eyebrow. "Magic." The word is said flatly. "Fairytale and fantasy." Which she knows, thanks to her father, but doesn't believe in.

If there was magic in the world, wouldn't it be...better? Less difficult?

[of_district_3]

Beetee has never been of the opinion that Wiress was crazy...okay, maybe a little crazy, but he's little crazy too. Most Victors are a little crazy, as far as he can tell.

In fact, at the moment, he's questioning the sanity of both of them. "Uh. No. No, this is not my kitchen." He knows that much, at least. "Unless someone has been redecorating while I was busy..." One never knows, after all.

[like_a_clock]

Fortunately, they're the kind of crazy that just fits together well.

"This would make more noise than just painting..." She's looking around the huge room with wide green eyes. "So many people..." And some of them so unusual...

[of_district_3]

"Well, yes, there's that." But he does get very distracted by working...possibly not that distracted, but still. But then...the people. It's all rather disconcerting. "No, there are usually not this many people in my kitchen."

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"No. Not unless we were going to have a party. A very wild party. With...a bar. And an..."

Exploding Universe? She trailed off, her eyes going to the large window. Where things were exploding.

[onabirdswing]

Not noticing Wiress and Beetee at first, a small dark-skinned figure gets up from her seat by the fireplace and heads for the bar, carrying a tray of dirty dinner dishes.

[like_a_clock]

Wiress was the observer. And thus, she noticed a small, familiar girl walking to the...bar? It took a second or two to recognize her. And then she tugged on Beetee's sleeve.

"Beetee...look..."

[of_district_3]

Beetee's gaze follows Wiress' and he frowns slightly. No, it couldn't be. And yet. He would recognize her anywhere, at this point anyone from Panem would recognize her. He lifts his glasses to peer at the girl under the frames. "...is it?"

[like_a_clock]

"Has to be," Wiress murmurs. "No one looks like her." And the mannerisms. And the way she wears her clothes.

She tugged on Beetee's hand. "We should...perhaps..." go over to her?

[real_or_notreal]

When the door opens, Peeta isn't expecting it. He makes it about four or five steps, still wiping paint from his fingers with a rather more painted-than-clean-areas cloth. His expression is more exhaustively bland than surprised.

Which wouldn't be all that incorrect. Given it's long past when he should have slept. But sleep is the last thing he ever does when should be, even if he started in bed.

And Milliways isn't the worst distraction.

[like_a_clock]

There is so much happening in this place. So many people being helpful. So many people being friendly and she couldn't detect any wrong in them.

And so perhaps it was understandable that Wiress did not detect Peeta's presence until just now. "Oh," she murmurs, and tugs on Beetee's sleeve, nodding in the young man's direction.

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[of_district_3]

There's really...too much happening in this place. Beetee doesn't know what to make of it; he's much better with things that make sense.

There's a faintly distracted air to him when he answers Wiress with a 'hm?' and then his eyes follow her gaze and he becomes much less distracted. "...oh..." Well. Huh. Things just get stranger and stranger, don't they?

[real_or_notreal]

It's always just a little too clean and a little too nice. A little too crowded. A little too Capitol. Even when Peeta is grateful from the distraction of his kitchen. And trying to remember how many hours its been since he left it was again.

He tucked the dirty rag into his back pocket as he walked up to The Bar. He ruffled his hair with one hand, half rubbing his cheek and temple with it at the same time. "I suppose this is your way of saying I should take a break. How about we start small this time. Tea, no sugar?"