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first flower. ACTION & VIDEO.
[ Primrose remembered dying. Or - she thought she did. She was almost sure she did. She could recall the child, could see herself taking off her jacket, could hear her name being shouted from behind her, almost drowned out in the chaos (you're imagining things, Prim, but she'd turned anyway) - her name in her sister's voice, which couldn't be the case because after everything Katniss had died, they'd seen it on the television, after Prim had watched two Hunger Games glued to the screens and praying that would never come, and then after the Games...
She remembered seeing Katniss. She remembered saying her sister's name. She remembered -
She didn't remember what had happened after. Or she did, but - she'd been in a city, and now there were trees overhead, and the quasi-familiar sounds of the forest. She'd only ever been outside the gates with Katniss, and each of those times had been years ago. But the shadows on the ground, the crunch of leaves and branches underfoot - these things she could remember.
A forest. It didn't make any sense, and Prim stood shakily, and realized that even less than that made sense: a white dress she'd never worn or seen before, and something on her back. Prim bit her lip, reaching back and - wings. Like some sort of capitol person, or - a muttation? Or what? And a book. Why? She picked it up, turned a few pages, and then shut it at the strangeness. As unsettling at the wings, really.
No city. No children, no healer's uniform, no - ] Katniss? [ Shakily, uncertain. The last person she'd seen, but Katniss wasn't there.
In the absence of any sense of where she was meant to be, Prim chose a direction and began to walk, stepping carefully. ]
action; open; afternoon
[ While she spends a good portion of her morning at her sister's house in her sister's room reassuring herself that Katniss was, in fact, alive and here (if not here), Prim eventually goes to tentatively explore. She makes a foray into town to pick up clothing that isn't borrowed and might actually be hers, Buttercup hot on her heels. The cat apparently isn't letting her out of his sight, for whatever reason.
Prim's grateful for that, although she nearly trips over the cat twining around her ankles several times. Eventually she gives up and picks the tomcat up to tote around, just so she doesn't fall over.
She can be found at the clothing shop, outside the bakery eyeing the decorative cakes and cupcakes displayed inside, or sitting and flipping through her journal on the front step of house 43. Or just walking along the route to or from any of those places - take your pick. ]
voice; evening
[ It doesn't take too long to work out how the book functions. It's strange, certainly, but after playing with it for a while, reading things - listening to things - Prim thinks she can use it. Try to figure things out a bit more. She can't make sense of what she's read and listened to; maybe it's just because it's so everyday compared to where she just was, or maybe it's just that the events and people discussed aren't ones she's familiar with.
She liked listening to the voices, though. Looking at the pictures. The video clips. It was sort of soothing, even if it was all nonsense. Eventually she works up the courage to say something, though. To turn on the video.
Prim is sitting cross-legged on Katniss' bed. It's the place she feels safest, and there might be a shot of the forest mural in the background, but mostly it's Primrose Everdeen, blonde braid falling over her shoulder as she leans in, Buttercup purring madly in her lap. She's petting him absently, and he mews like a kitten whenever she stops. ]
Hello. [ That's said too softly, barely there, and Prim has to clear her throat. Try again. ] Hello. [ This time the greeting is louder, more solid. ] Sorry, I didn't mean to...I'll try to speak up. [ Prim feels awkward, talking to a book, even knowing what it does. She would have written, but Buttercup seems to need the attention, and...well. ] I only got here today, but it's...not a bad place, is it?
[ That sounds tentative but eager. She is, after all, in one piece. And Katniss is, apparently, in one piece. And Buttercup is in one piece. Prim has never asked for much, but all of those things have always been included in what little she wants from life. ] I'm even in time. Just. May eighth is only in...seven days? My sister - she's going to turn... [ Prim's suddenly unsure. How old is Katniss? How long has she been in this place? ] ...a year older. [ And Prim does smile at that, although it's small and shy. She knows that sounded silly, and she's still not entirely comfortable where she is - probably won't be until the moment she sees her sister alive and whole - but she's trying. ]
Normally I'm the one who wakes her up, then. So...it's a good thing I'm here. To do that? [ Breakfast. She'll make breakfast, and maybe a cake. And while Katniss is the one who mockingjays quiet to listen to, Prim will sing her sister a song. ] Just like at home.
[ She's quiet for a beat, before going to end the missive - although then she realizes she forgot the important part. ]
Oh. I nearly forgot. My name is Prim. Primrose, I mean. Primrose Everdeen.
[ That should do it, just about. Prim ends the message, with another shy smile. ]
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[ She's holding on to that fact as tight as she can. ] Are you friends?
[ And then, curiously: ] What was your world like? I've - I haven't heard a lot about them. Other worlds.
Re: [Voice]
She's not sure how to answer Prim's next question, though, and hesitates for a moment as she tries to decide what to say.] I... Yes? I think we are. It's been an interesting two months.
I'm sure you will, the longer you're here. There seems to be a lot of them to hear about. [There's a note of wry humor in Artemis's voice at that.] Mine... it's a lot bigger than here. I come from a city, a big one. There's lots of people, good and bad. Noisy. Dirty. Sometimes dangerous. Pretty much the opposite of Luceti in every way.
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Prim smiles; can't be seen on voice, although her miniature picture may snap that expression. Relieved happiness, maybe. She really, really hoped that Katniss had friends here, people who'd look out for her and make sure she was happy - Mr. Sharpe was obviously one of these, but - it was nice that there were more.
They'd never had much time for that sort of thing at home, she guessed. ] That's good, then. I hope I'll get to know you better - I mean, if you don't mind.
[ She doesn't think Artemis sounds opposed to getting to know her, when she spoke first, but - well. ] Twelve was bigger than this, too. Busier. Quiet when people were all focusing on what they had to do, but this place is smaller.
I think some of the other worlds have things, though - things that are just...like this place, sort of. Earlier today - a boy made water do what he wanted it to. I never even imagined I'd see something like that.
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Her smile returns, audible in her voice, at Prim's uncertain comment.] I wouldn't mind at all. I'd like that, actually. I'm usually around and about. And if you need any help doing anything for Katniss's birthday, let me know. I'll be happy to help.
[She actually... didn't know a lot about where Katniss came from. Most of their conversations had come from when they'd thought they were someone else. Outside Luceti hadn't even been a thing, really. But she files the information away all the same.] It's pretty small, yeah. But it's filled with interesting people who can do all sorts of things you'd never think possible.
Ahh, you must have met one of the benders, I bet.
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[ Prim laughs at the last part. ] Yes. Aang, at the bakery? I know there's at least one other, but you make it sound like there's more than that?
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There are a couple, actually. [There's a grin in Artemis's voice at that answer.] I haven't met many of them yet, but I've met a couple. They all seem pretty nice.
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I haven't met any of the others yet, but I hope I get to meet Katara. He said she's a healer - she can use her bending to heal people, like...like magic. That must be amazing to see, don't you think?
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It sounds like it would be pretty incredible, yes. I know I've met Korra and she can do some pretty amazing bending herself. All of it was incredible to see.
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[ It's a pretty modest set of skills, really. ]
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